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Hi hiho1967 & kannkann .. Thanks for your appreciation. I'll post the rest of the 'Contentment' story as soon as I can. In the meantime, here is another story I had posted in another website some years back. I've made some additions & changes to the same:

Part 1

Jaison had spent 15 years with the reprographic industry. He knew the business inside out and had strong business relationships with customers & dealers across the country. He decided to set up his own business and had a business plan which he knew would be a sure-shot success. He decided to name his company as Feroza Group Inc .. FGI for short .. Feroza was the name of his wife who had passed away shortly after their marriage and who he had dearly loved.

He put together a small team of very efficient women each of whom handled a specific function. The actual importing, warehousing & distribution of the machines was outsourced to a large logistics company. The entire team of service engineers nationally were on a profit-sharing contract who operated out of their residences in their respective cities. Jaison himself took care of the sales to large corporates, government departments & other institutions. The dealers took care of the retail sales. So, effectively his only direct employees were the women in the single office that he had.

The FGI office. though small, was located in a very upscale suburb of the city. All the ladies he recruited were those who were looking for second careers i.e. those who had married, given up their jobs when they had kids and were looking to get back to work after the kids had started going to school. He also took care to hire women who lived in the close vicinity of the office so that their commuting time would be less and therefore can spend sufficient time with their families. Since the ladies lived nearby, they lived in the same upscale suburb. Their husbands were highly paid professionals or businessmen. So, the ladies didnt need to work for the money. They just wanted an opportunity to put their professional talents to use. Although Jaison paid lower than industry standards, he had empowered them fully to do their jobs. They were happy working there.

The only exception to the group of ladies was his Executive Assistant, 23 year old Feroza. Jaison had hired her for her intelligence, energy, ambition & talent. In her school & high school days she was among the top 3 in a countless no. of debates, quizzes, sports competitions, plays/dramas etc. In college, she was the head of organising committee of their college festival and her innovative ideas took the level of the fest a couple of notches higher. In in college years, she was also part of the national swimming team. That she had the face, figure & skin-complexion of a goddess only added to her allure.

After obtaining her MBA, she got job offers from very reputed companies. However, she was very ambitious and wanted to be the CEO of her own company by the time she was 35. For this she had to work with someone from whom she could learn a lot. A chance meeting with Jaison at a social gathering & a long conversation thereafter, convinced her that this was the kind of boss she wanted to train under & soon she was part of his team. On his part Jaison's instincts told him that Feroza would be a great asset to him. Her high motivation levels reminded him of his younger days when he was 23. That her name matched with that of the company was a happy coincidence for both Feroza & Jaison.

Part 2

The local reprographic machines market was not very large primarily due to its high import tariffs. Due to the small volumes & price competitiveness, none of the global companies of that industry wanted a direct presence in the country. They had sales & service agency arrangements with one or the other local companies.

FGI commenced operations in 2009, the year that the world saw a major recession. Even his country was affected. Not only companies but also Government Departments in his country were looking to cut costs wherever possible. Most of his friends told Jaison that this was the worst time to start his business. But Jaison saw great opportunity in the recession. He started importing discontinued machines from overseas markets at dirt cheap prices, refurbishing them and selling them in india at lower than market prices in combo with a comprehensive service contract. He set up an extremely strong & competent service network. As the machines would break down, they would be serviced within 3 hours. He explained to customers that after all, machines are machines. They are expected to break down. What mattered was how quickly the repair & restoration work was done. By contrast, the reliability of machines sold by FGI's competitors were higher as the machines were new but when the machines did breakdown it took them atleast 24 hours to send the service technician.

Jaisons strategy of low price + prompt service proved to be a game changer and slowly but surely, customers started choosing reporgrahic vendors on the basis on turn around time taken for servicing machine breakdowns. Since FGI ticked the right boxes, it started becoming the preferred vendor. The competitors didn't see FGI coming till it was too late.

Jaison was travelling 25 days in a month, appointing service partners and meeting customers & dealers nationally. Feroza accompanied him on some of the important business trips. Otherwise, she was at the FGI office as Jaison's backup. FGI started eating into the market share of its rivals. With each passing quarter, Jaison started giving more responsibilities to Feroza and each time her performance surpassed his high expectations. The 3rd year saw the sales spurt to new highs and the staff got an all expenses paid vacation to the Far East. Going into the 4th year, FGI had another record year and along with massive salary hikes was a trip to Europe. The 5th year saw the company attain pole position in the industry.

Seeing FGI reach the No. 1 spot was what Jaison was waiting for. He wanted to enter into the innovative home appliances business. To concentrate on this, his involvement in FGI would have to dwindle. But that didn't worry him. He had groomed Feroza to take on the leadership postion and to his delight, he knew that the future of FGI was safe in Feroza's hands. He promoted her to COO and empowered her completely to run the company. Not only was her salary was the 2nd highest in the company, next only to Jaison's, but also she also got a proft-share plus large bonuses. Although Jaison continued to be CEO, he was involved only if any decision having major financial implications needed to be taken. On the personal front, Jaison & Feroza's deep admiration for each other grew into love.

As the work in FGI grew tremendously, so did the salaries of the team. More women joined the company. The ladies who were part of the start up team grew to Vice Presidents in their respective functions and they had teams of managers & officers to assist them. FGI's offices moved into a large & prestigious office building which had come up closeby to their existing office.

Feroza had bigger plans for FGI. For this she wanted the managers & staff to continue to stay as motivated as they had been so far. But with the company now reaching leadership position, she realised that there was a clear danger of the employees getting complacent and politics creeping into the day-to-day working etc. With Jaison now not being as much invloved in the business, Feroza also knew that going forward she would be busier than ever and probably wouldnot have the time to personally meet & motivate each of the managers & staff. So she decided to hire someone to help her. She wanted a person with a multiskilled personality .. someone who could run her office whenever she was out on tour, someone who had the required knowledge & experience to sort out matters & allow only very critical matters to come upto her .. someone whose capabilities the other senior managers would respect. The selected person would be of the level of Vice President & would get paid the same salary & perks. After meeting a very large number of candidates, she hired Tisha who had a solid 10 years of corporate experience, a spunky attitude & a proven ability to get things done.

Part 3

The day that Tisha got selected in FGI, she wanted to celebrate and took Dyener, her husband, to dinner in an expensive restaurant. She usually took him out to such expensive places when she wanted to tell him about her promotion at work or significant pay-rise. What she didn't realise is that each time they had this 'celebration' dinner, it further damaged his ego & self-confidence, little of which was now left. He wondered what she had in store for him that day.

Even before his marriage with Tisha 5 years back, both of them knew that she would be the primary breadwinner. But Tisha felt that it would be better for Dyener to be a househusband, take care of the house and make her free to pursue her career. She was educationally better qualified as well as smarter than him. The strength, energy & vitality that gym workouts and several years of ballet dancing practise had given Tisha compared starkly to Dyener's body which was physically much weaker as he led a very sedentary life. During the time they dated each other, his blind love for her made him overlook how ambitious & career oriented she was. Reality struck as soon as their honeymoon ended with her asking him to quit his job and look after home & hearth. He vehemently disagreed and they had their first big fight. Over the next few weeks & months, they had several verbal fights over the same matter during which she would caustically tell him that her "mental, physical, financial & sexual prowess was far superior" to his and that "she knew what was good for both of them".

When they made love, she would sexually exhaust him. She would rebuke him for not being able to fully satisfy her. After that there would be a long session of his tongue pleasuring her pussy and licking & kissing her perfect glutes until his tongue and mouth ached. If she continued feeling dominant, she would face-sit him. Thankfully for him, she was a cleanliness freak and the crack in her ass didn't have any odor.

Once, after their usual argument, she got into a physcial tussle with him and easily overpowered him. She pinned him with with a schoolgirl pin and held him that way for several minutes. She then neck scissored him till he passed out . He stopped communicating with her for the next many days until her contstant apologising melted his heart and he was back to normal again. However she was getting more & more dominant and he was getting more & more frustrated. He felt inferior & insignificant in her presence. It reached a point where he started thinking about divorcing her. But Tisha's announcement that she was pregnant calmed his thoughts and he hoped that motherhood would change her.

Change did take place but it was completely unexpected for him. One year after the baby was born, the company he worked for shut down the factory he was employed in. Although he did get a severance package, the worrying part for him was that he was now unemployed. On the other hand this change in situation delighted Tisha. She fired her maid servants and ordered him to be a Stay-At-Home Dad. Soon, apart from caring for the baby, the rest of his time started revolving around making Tisha's life comfortable. She was an early riser. She also hated alarm clocks. So, mornings for Dyener started with waking her up, getting her tooth-brush & paste ready while she did some stretching exercise for 5 minutes. After she had brushed, he would have to give her 2 glasses of water mixed with some herbs which she told him energised & invigorated the body. After this was time for ballet practise. Sometimes she would undress in his presence before putting on her ballet clothes & shoes. On such occasions, seeing her taut, fit & nude body made him hard. Both of them knew that even though he was aroused & wanted to take her, he could not do so without her consent as he was physically weaker than her. While he would feel frustrated, she would have a smirk. While she was practising her ballet, he would have to wash her car. After that he would prepare her 'power' breakfast. He would pack a healthy snack for her to eat in mid morning. Finally he would have to help her put on her office shoes/boots. By lunch hour, he would carry freshly prepared lunch to her office along with another box of healthy snack which she would have later in the afternoon. After she was back from work, she would spend time with the baby while he rubbed her feet. She would then spend 30 minutes in the gym during which time he would get dinner ready. After dinner, washing the dishes and putting the baby to sleep, he would have no energy left.

Initially, he did apply for jobs and attended a couple of interviews but couldn't clear them. When Tisha came to know that he was looking for a job, she was furious. However, rather than quarelling with him, she added more chores to his already busy schedule so that he could never even think of going for an interview again.

"So, what are we celebrating today?", Dyener asked trying to look casual. When Tisha excitedly told him all the details including the salary & perks, he felt the sense of inferiority & insecurity growing inside him by leaps & bounds. Prior to this dinner, he always nurtured a hope that one day he would start working, contribute to the family income and earn his share of respect. Now, after hearing what she told him, that dream seemed impossible. She was part of senior management and even if he would get a job, he would have to start from scratch. His salary would probably be 20% of what she would earn in FGI. Even as he congratulated her with a smile that revealed his nervousness, he thought of the 5 years of his marriage, which to him, was a power struggle with his wife. He realised that the so called power struggle was only in his mind. Fact was that he had never been a match for her in any way whatsoever.

That night and for several nights after that as he went to sleep, he would have dreams of her as a superachiever wife & him as a loser husband in different situations .. she as the dean of a world renowned university & he as a school dropout .. she as a superheroine & him needing her protection .. she as a corporate czarina & he as her trophy husband .. Her pussy hungrily gulping cocks of well endowed hunks & him cuckolded, watching helplessly .. In the end she would tell him with a mocking grin that her "mental, physical, financial & sexual prowess was far superior" to his .. and he would suddenly wake up. In the initial few nights, after he woke up in this way, he would curse Tisha and everything else from his mind to his luck to his lack of time to find a job. Over the next few nights, the cursing turned to worry and then to a feeling of total helplessness. That she was superior to him not in reality but also in his dreams was fast eroding his already fragile pride & ego. One night, in his dream he saw her standing with her foot on his chest and him begging her not to hurt him & admitting that she was mentally, physically, financially & sexually superior to him .. He suddenly woke up, sweating profusely. Usually in the dream, it was her who said that dialogue. For the first time, it was him saying it in complete surrender. He couldn't sleep after that and was feeling extremely hot & uncomfortable. Tossing & turning and decreasing the AC temperature also didn't help. He went to the wash-basin and splashed some water on his face. As his heavy breathing subsided a bit, he could think a bit more clearly. He understood that his emasculation was complete .. and that it was better to surrender to her in reality as well ..

Next morning, Tisha felt a strange sensation. She woke up with a start and was surprised to see Dyener licking her feet. Perplexed, she asked him what he was doing. He told her that henceforth he would wake her up that way everyday. Although she didn't exactly comprehend it that morning, over the next few days, she understood from his behavior that he was now her fawning servant.

Part 4

Before FGI began capturing market share, Daulos Sales & Services was the country's biggest reprographic distributor. The company's owner, Daulos, was a tall well built man. His company was the national dealer of the world's leading reprographic brand. He had put together a strong sales team which got trained by representatives of his foreign principal who used to visit the country regularly. Combined with the foreign principal's brand name & the efforts of his sales team, his company had managed to sell good numbers of machines. Also Daulos was also the head of the Industry Association for several years. Over the years he had grown more & more arrogant & tyrannical.

He had 3 wives. When each of the wives came to know about the other women, any of them could've easily got him jailed for polygamy but they stuck with him primarily because they were afraid that the brutal fellow may harm them & their children. Also, since he gave each one of them sufficient money, they could bring up their kids well. They decided to reconcile to the situation as long as he was providing them & their children with whatever they demanded. Everything was hunky-dory till the FGI juggernaut came along. As FGI grew stronger & stronger, he & many other companies started feeling very insecure. As head of the industry association, there was a lot of pressure on him from industry members to somehow rein in FGI. He tried everything to discourage FGI - quietly telling Jaison & Feroza to go slow, hiring miscreants to pelt stones at Jaison's car when he was driving to work, filing fake cases in court against FGI so as to divert their energies etc. But none of the tactics worked. Jaison took these attacks in his stride, as part of the perils of doing business. But Feroza couldn't forgive Daulos .. especially for the stone-pelting attacks on Jaison.

The owner of another one of FGIs competitors was a man named Khadim. He parents had given him a very sheltered & protected upbringing and even after he had grown up, he didnot know the ways of the world. He was a nice guy .. but with no particular talent. He was harmless .. but he was also useless. He was living for the day, with no ambitions in life and happy to just exist. He was secure in the knowledge that his parents would always financially support him. However, his cosy world turned upside down after his parents were suddenly & tragically killed in an air crash. A distant relative of his was the owner of a large business conglomerate. He took pity on Khadim, advised & trained him and gave him various assignments within the conglomerate. This was what Khadim wanted .. Things on a platter without having to work for it. He continued to be lethargic, couldnot effectively manage a team & was unable to handle pressure. He had failed badly in the assignments his relative gave him, often causing financial loss. Finally, tired of him, the relative give him g good sum of money, wished him all the best, told him to go away and do whatever he wanted in life. A friend of his told him to invest in a small unit dealing in reprographic machines. Khadim did so and although the returns were not high, he was happy. He just wanted something predictable & safe to do. Several years passed & he had not bothered to scale up or make any changes whatsoever. It was when he lost his biggest customer to FGI that he got shaken up from his sanguine existance. He made half-hearted attempts at securing new customers but had no success. So he did the easiest thing and fired some of his staff to reduce cost.

Part 5

The only men employed in FGI were some errand-boys/peons who were on contractual basis. These peons primarily had 3 sets of duties .. Cleaning, Routine tasks and running errands.

The cleaning duties were to have the office furniture dusted & cleaned and walls, floor & carpets completely vacuumed by the time the ladies arrived for work. The washrooms had to be washed twice daily .. before the staff came in the morning & after they left in the evening. During office hours, 1 peon was assigned to the 2 washrooms for the staff. He would have to shuttle between the 2 washrooms & wipe dry the WC, washroom floor, washbasin etc. 1 peon was assigned exclusively to Feroza. Everytime she used her washroom adjoining her cabin, the peon had to wipe dry all the wet spots in the washroom immediately after she finished.

Routine tasks included papers to be filed or removed from files, drawers to be emptied and papers re-arranged. The men were not given any table or chair to sit. They would have to do these duties seated on the ground at the concerned lady's desk. Many times while working on their Laptops or conversing on their cellphones, the ladies would slightly pull out the middle or bottom drawer, angle their chairs, stretch their legs with their feet resting on the edge of the drawer .. just inches away from the face of the peon sitting near the desk. For the men, staring at the soles of the ladies feet was a constant reminder of their position in that office.

Apart from these, there were errands to be run. both official & personal .. Deliver documents to customers, government departments etc, bring some snack items from the hotel downstairs, pickup the clothes from dry-cleaners, deliver something to the ladies homes, bring something from their homes etc etc

The women never bothered to call the men by their names. Instead they would snap their fingers & order them around. If any peon didnot do an assigned task to the satisfaction of the concerned lady then she would hurl the most insulting remarks & choicest expletives on him. Whichever man protested was curtly & bluntly told "You'll continue to be treated this way. If you don't like it then get out". Those who chose to stay back after hearing that continued to be treated badly. Those who quit were replaced.

Over a period of time, there was some stability in the attrition of the office boys. Eventually, 3 peons who quietly tolerated the women's harsh treatment of them, didnot quit. The men had common reasons for not quitting: The primary reason was that they all were submissive by nature. They were convinced that since they were not as educated or smart as the women, it wasn't surprising that they were treated shabbily. Secondly, Even though the men were on contract, FGI paid very well. Thirdly, each year when FGI celebrated their success by taking the staff on a vacation to some exotic country, they would take these peons along too. The peons couldn't dream of getting such a salary or visiting a foreign country if they were employed elsewhere.

Part 6

In the 6th year of their operations, Feroza came up with a plan to wipe out competition ... All reporgarphic companies imported their machines from more or less the same OEMs. So, barring some differences, most models of the machines sold by FGI were similar to comparable models sold by competition. Although all the companies did make profit from selling the machine, the main profit came from the after sales Maintenance Contracts. Considering that FGI's after sales service levels were considered the benchmark for the industry, FGI would aggressively pitch Maintenance Contracts to customers who were using machines of competition as well. Feroza's strong belief was that once the competitor's customer would be convinced that FGI was in a position to service those machines as well then they would happily sign the maintenance contract with FGI. This way the competitor's main source of profit would get wiped out. The plan was unprecedented .. Even Jaison told her that it would have limited success. But armed with the details of competitor's machines, their present service contracts etc, Feroza set about the task with super-effective planning & missionary zeal ... and the result was a resounding & thumping success.

Tired of unpredictable after sales service levels of competitors, customers came to FGI in droves. Competitors were left scrambling for ideas to counter this offensive. Some of them approached the courts but they had no case and their petitions were dismissed. Soon the situation was that if they had to sell machines then it would have to be at a lower price than the market leader FGI .. and then there was the agony of hearing the customer say that the Maintenance Contract will be awarded to FGI. Their Profitabilities started taking massive hits. In a matter of 2 years, FGI's national market share went from top position to dominant position and during this time competitor after competitor started shutting down operations.

Khadim's unit was among the initial lot of FGI's competitors to shut shop. With his relative refusing to loan him any money, he had taken loans from financial institutions, including personal loans, to just stay afloat in business. But there was no way his small business could withstand the FGI tsunami. After his assets were seized & liquidated by his creditors to recover the loans, he had some amount of money left. He knew that if he didnot find some job within a few months then his money would run out. He was not used to poverty and desparately started looking for work .. any work.

Unlike Khadim, a more resilient Daulos was hell bent on not giving up to FGI that fast. Since the last 3 years, FGI had overtaken his firm in sales with their lead widening evey year. He had spent a considerable amount of the company's savings in advertising, selling machines at lower than cost price etc. Now FGI's bid to take away his service contracts had met with phenomenal success and had taken a big toll on his profits. Also, his foreign principal, very unhappy with the way that their brand had lost leadership position, had started making discomforting statements regarding possibly looking for additional distributors in the country. Daulos had to raise some money & that too quickly. Also he had to cut costs. He owned 3 huge bungalows in prime areas of the city. He had promised one bungalow to each of his wives. But now, he had to save his business. So, he hired a real estate broker to sell of one of them. Jaison came to know about the development. With his contacts in the real estate broker community as well as by using social media, he widely circulated a rumor that the bungalow had a negative history about it and brought grief & despair to whoever has owned it. Prospective buyers, frightened of investing in such a property, started backing out. Daulos, desparate for money, started lowering & lowering the asking price. Soon he was willing to sell at so much below market price that Jaison understood he wouldnot lower the price any further. He told Feroza to make her move. She immediately put up a frontman as a bidder so that Daulos doesn't know who is the actual buyer. Daulos, happy that someone had atlast shown interest immediately sold. A few weeks later, When he realised who had actually purchased his bungalow, he was furious. He wasn't a fool. He understood that it was either Feroza or Jaison who had floated the rumors & done the damage. But now it was too late. Feroza had beaten him .. again.

What Daulos didn't know was that Feroza beating him was the least of his worries. His wives, already upset with his continuously reducing financial support to them over the last 2 years, were shocked to hear about the sale of the house. They understood that Daulos was now a spent force and started insulting him and vociferously demanding that his assets be divided among the 3 of them. The children too were now young adults and stood by their mothers. They were no longer frightened of Daulos. One day, just before he left for work, he had a heated argument with his first wife and hit her till she was bleeding. In the afternoon, he had just come back to his office from his warehouse, when 2 police constables arrived there, arrested him in front of his staff & took him to the police station. It turned out that the wife had complained regarding domestic violence & his polygamy to the police. In her statement she also said that he constantly threatened her & her children with violence if she sought help from the law. That is why she had not complained for the last many years.

Feroza tipped off her friends in NGOs working for women's causes. They organised protests outside his house & office. The media got involved and soon a media trial had started. One of the NGOs who got regular funding from FGI, contacted Daulos' wives & children, assured them of all financial support and had the best lawyers appointed for them. These lawyers ensured that not only was Daulos denied bail but also kept the case dragging as much as possible. During the period, he had to spend time in prison as an undertrial. Startled by these developments, his foreign busienss principal terminated the agency agreement with him and appointed FGI as their exclusive agent in the country. They had no choice anyway. FGI now had the monopoly of the business in the country. Other global brands too appointed FGI as their exclusive agent after terminating contracts with local companies who at one time were competitors of FGI and today, had either closed or were facing certain closure.

After a few days, the media had forgotten Daulos as they had other news to report. Daulos' wives dragged the case for few more weeks during which time Daulos continued to be in prison. After that they made him an offer. They were not interested in his continued imprisonment. They wanted his money. They told him to distribute all his assets between the 3 of them and they would withdraw the case. His lawyers advised him to immediately agree. Atleast if he was out of jail, he could work towards building up a business again. Considering whatever he had been thru, Daulos was under tremendous mental duress, almost on the verge of a mental breakdown. After completing all the required formalities, the cases against him were withdrawn. As Daulos unsteadily ambled out of the jail gates, he was undecided on which direction to go. He was penniless & homeless ...

Jaison & Feroza decided that it was now time for them to get married. After their return from a long honeymoon, Jaison told all his staff that Feroza would be the CEO of FGI. He legally transferred 50% of the company's ownership to her. He would continue focussing on the innovative home applinaces business which had already turned profitable .. Shortly, Feroza threw a huge bash to celebrate everything .. her marriage to Jaison, taking FGI to where it was today, becoming CEO at 32 years of age and for acquiring a prime residential property in the city.

Part 7

A few months later, as soon as Nikki, FGI's Facilities Manager, came to work one morning, the intercom on her desk buzzed. It was the building security. They told her that a man named Khadim had been pestering them since 1 hour seeking permission to enter the building saying that FGI owed him some dues. Nikki checked her records for any former peon named Khadim but there was no one. She then checked with the accounts team but they told her that there was no vendor by that name. Nikki called the building security back and told them not to allow Khadim in. A little later, security buzzed her again saying that Khadim was again telling them to allow him in or else he would be calling the police. The security men said they were confused by Khadim's quiet confidence as if he is very sure of his facts.

Nikki made enquiries with her colleagues & seniors in the office and got the complete story about Khadim. She wondered what he wanted .. It very well could be that he had come with some ulterior or even evil motive. On the other hand he was denting FGI's image in public .. Even the building security seemed convinced by his behaviour. She buzzed the security, told them to do a thorough physical check of him for any weapon and if nothing was found on him, he could be sent up to her office.

When Khadim entered FGI's office, he was made to wait at the reception. Seated at her desk, Nikki was looking at him through the CCTV camera. What she saw was a wimpy looking fellow. Contrary to her fears, his body language & facial expression was of a timid & worried man. Nikki marched into the Reception area and asked impatiently "We dont meet people without an appointment .. What does FGI owe you?"

Khadim had come there hoping to meet Feroza. In his mind he had rehearsed that he would confidently walk into the building, go up to FGI's office, ask the receptionist to inform Feroza that he had come and when Feroza would call him into her cabin, he would say what he had to say. But everything went the opposite way of what he had planned. The building security refused to let him in as FGI hadnot updated the main-gate computer system regarding any visitor named Khadim. After he was somehow allowed upstairs, there was the nervousness of coming into a very imposing office & that too of the company that had finished him and now there was Nikki's arrogance .. All these factors made him forget all that he had rehearsed. Looking nervously at Nikki he just hemmed & hawed a bit and blurted out "I .. I .. I need .. need a job."

Irritated at his answer Nikki said "That's not what I asked you. Answer my question .. What does FGI owe you?"

Leave alone conflict .. Khadim was never good at handling situations even under slightest pressure .. He mumbled "No .. none dues .. just .. just want job"

Irritation now giving way to anger, she said "What did you say .. no dues? .. What are you mumbling? What job?". After a short pause she had grasped the situation. Extremely angry, she burst out "What the hell .. Are you saying that one fine day, you walked upto the office building, lied & threatened the security into allowing you inside, came upto our office .. and hoped to get a job here?". Looking incredulously at the receptionist she continued "Can you believe that? What does he take us for? Call the police right now. This stupid & insolent fellow needs to be taught a lesson he won't forget".

This was going all wrong for Khadim .. He backed off a couple of steps and pleaded & pleaded with her to calm down and listen to him. After that she could decide whether to call the police or not.

He told her that his name was Khadim and that Feroza knows him well. He said that he wanted a job with FGI and since the security persons wouldn't allow him entry into the building he made up some story about pending dues. He profusely apologised to Nikki for not coming with an appointment and for lying to the security persons and kept requesting & pleading with her to atleast inform Feroza about his arrival. Bored by his monotonous explanation & pleadings, Nikki ordered him to shut up. By then she had also calmed down a bit. Pretending as if she was trying to remember, she said "Khadim? I've heard that name before" and After a few seconds she exclaimed "Yes Yes .. I remember now .. You were one of the competitors Feroza had decimated ... But I dont understand .. Why have you come to us for a job? You have a rich relatives don't you? Aren't they helping you out?"

Nikki's colleagues & seniors had given her an entire brief about him. She of course knew why he needed a job. After his unit had closed down and he had paid off all his debts, he wasn't left with much money. His rich relative initially helped him with some money but later stopped taking his calls .. He was living in a rented shanty and had started looking for a job but no one would hire a 40 year old man with a history of failed projects behind him. He had been out of business & unemployed for more than 1.5 years.

Khadim didnt know how to answer her & explain his situation. He said, "Er .. well .. er .. after FGI finished me ..."

"Oh .. dont say that" Nikki interrupted "We just threw you out of business .. and your house" she said with a laugh. His defeated expression didnt stop her laughter. She then matter-of-factly told him "We don't hire losers like you. Considering the stunt you tried to pull off today, the best we can do for you is not to hand you over to the police. Now get out".

Her words were like forceful slaps to his face. But he was in no position to protest. In a quivering voice he said "Please .. please .. aleast ask Feroza ma'am to give me 3 minutes"

Raising her voice Nikki said "Can't you understand faggot, you're not meeting anyone .. Are you leaving or ..."

Tears welling up in his eyes Khadim cried out "Please .. I need a job .. no one will hire me .. I have no job .. no money .. please .." and he began sobbing.

Nikki had been closely observing Khadim, initially through the CCTV camera and now by personally meeting him. She was thinking "He must have exhausted all his money, must be scared out of his wits & doesn't know what to do. He just wants to work somewhere, even if it is with his nemesis FGI". And from whatever she understood about him, she was willing to bet that the lazy sissy had come there hoping to get some low-pressure, easy-to-do work. A thought crossed her mind and there was a naughty twinkle in her eyes.

Pretending to soften her attitude she said "Look, men in our office perform fairly lowly duties. Whatever your present financial state, you were a business owner after all .. I'm sure we can't hire you for those kind of jobs". Seeing her changed attitude gave him some hope. With some enthusiasm he said "No no ma'am .. please don't think like that .. Just give me a chance .. I'll do anything .. anything"

Shrugging her shoulders she said OK, called out to one of the peons and asked him to show Khadim what functions Peons perform at FGI.

Part 8

About 10 minutes later, the Peon brought Khadim to Nikki's desk. She asked "You must've seen the peons at work. If you want to work at FGI, those will be your duties. Our peon must have told you about the contract terms, what they get paid etc. Do you want the job?".

Khadim couldnt think clearly .. Mentally tired, he just sat on the floor. He was hoping for some clerical position atleast. But what the peons did was menial work. Moreover, he had seen the way the women treated them. Also these peons were not direct employees of FGI, they were contractual employees. After a few seconds Nikki impatiently demanded "Well? .. Is it yes or no?" .. Hearing no response she raised her voice and said "I don't have all day .. Interested or not?"

In a defeated voice and almost in a whisper he said "I .. I accept". Smiling victoriously Nikki told him "The jobs that these peons do need some physical stamina .. we will have you hired only after we try you out. Come with me"

She led him to a washroom and told him that he would do washroom wiping duties for the rest of the day. At her behest, many of her colleagues started pretending to use the washroom again & again. Once inside, all they would do was to pour some water on & near the WC, all around the washbasin and on the floor and come out. Each time Khadim had to wipe dry everything. Initially, he did manage to do the needful. However, with each passing attempt, he was getting tired & his work was getting more & more shoddy. One after the other, the ladies started complaining to Nikki about the "terrible work" that the man was doing. She went to Khadim & told him not to slacken if he wanted the job. By lunch hour he just had no energy left .. He lay sprawled out on his back on the washroom floor.

Just before the staff started dispersing for lunch, Nikki came into the washroom. She was wearing formal work clothes .. a formal shirt, knee length skirt, near transparent panty-hose and pumps shoes with 3 inch heels. She purposefully walked upto him, kicked off the shoe on her right foot and placed her foot on his face. Her foot had been in the shoes since morning and the smell from her sweaty hose hit him. He made some weak attempts to push her foot away but she pressed her foot down. After some futile attempts, he gave up trying and his tired arms fell to his sides. When Nikki was convinced that he had capitulated to her, she moved that foot to his heaving chest. She looked down at him with a proud & arrogant expression. She told him that he had miserably failed in his trial attempt at his job and that he was of no use to the company. She then removed her foot from his chest and told him to get out. He just lay there looking with a glazed look in his eyes. Irritated, she repeated her order in a harsh tone and kicked him on his abdomen. He came out of his trance like state and slowly started to get up. Suddenly she placed her foot on his chest again and pushed him back down on the floor. He looked at her in fear wondering what she was upto.

Crinkling her nose she said "On second thoughts, you've made an honest attempt. Maybe we can try you out after all. We will give you 3 months here. If we don't see any improvement during that period then you'll be thrown out". Pressing her foot down on his chest she asked "Understood?". Not surprisingly he was looking at her in confusion & fear. He couldn't figure out what was happening. Nikki didnot wait for his reply. Rubbing her foot on his lips & nose she said "You can start from tomorrow .. I think I'm going to enjoy having you here".

Part 9

Now that the company had achieved complete monopoly over the market, Feroza realised that without competition, all her employees would lose the fire in their bellies to continue succeeding. She restructured the company into 6 different units. FGI would be the holding company and also would support all the group companies with common functions such as HR, Facilities & Administration, Finance & Accounts, Logistics and IT. The 4 global brands that she was distributing was hived off into 4 different companies. Since the supporting functions were being handled by the holding company, each unit was responsible only for sales & after-sales service of their respective brands. So, these 4 companies would compete among themselves in the market for orders. Jaison's innovative home appliances business was a stable & profitable operation and he brought that company too under the FGI group. But Jaison being Jaison immediately started working on starting work on a new business line.

FGI, the holding company, along with the HR, Finance & Logistics teams moved into a small cosy independant building with a basement & large lawns. The other 5 companies were shifted into offices in different parts of the city. The ladies from FGI's start-up team of 2009, who had grown to vice-presidents in FGI were now promoted as CEOs of each of the newly formed companies. Tisha was made the CEO of the innovate home appliances company. The peons, including Khadim, also got distributed among the 5 group companies.

One day Feroza had to take a different route when driving to work as some road repair work had started on the route she usually took. At a traffic signal, just a block away from her office, she saw a tall, anorexic & bald beggar crawling from car-to-car & bike-to-bike begging for alms. As he came close to her Mercedes S-class, she was sure she had seen him before but couldn't place him. Through the rear-view mirror her chauffeur noticed her quizzically looking at the beggar and said "Ma'am, this beggar is here everyday from morning to late evening. He crawls around without even bothering about the signal turning green. One day some vehicle will surely run over him". The signal turned green and her car moved ahead.

Feroza had a strong memory for faces. She closed her eyes and tried to remember. Suddenly it came to her in a flash. The beggar was Daulos! For a momnet she was a bit stunned. When she had last seen Daulos, he was a muscular & proud man. After he had left from prison, no one had heard about him. Fate could be very cruel. But she had not forgotten the cruel harm that he wanted to cause to Jaison & to her company. She had wanted him to crawl at her feet & beg for mercy. But here he was crawling to all & sundry at a traffic signal. She decided to do something about it.

The next day, Feroza asked her chauffeur to reach office on his own and herself drove to work in her Ferrari. The previous day, Daulos had not seen her. She wanted to see what his reaction would be when he saw her. As she arrived at the signal Daulos was there, crawling from vehicle-to-vehicle. She opened the car door, swivelled herself and daintily placed her feet on the road. In this position, she would be facing him. She bent down and snapped her fingers. As he looked up, she motioned for him to come closer. Even as he was crawling towards her, she was looking into his eyes & face intently to see if he showed any sign of recognition but his face was completely blank. She asked, "Do you want something to eat?" and dropped tiny pieces of choclate on the road near her feet. He first tried to pickup some pieces with his hand but they were too tiny and kept falling off. So he began licking the pieces off the road. With her foot, she started pointing to pieces of choclate that were still left & he hungrily licked those off. After he had finished, he looked up at her with expectation to see if she had anything more for him to eat. Se gave a dazzling smile and in a friendly tone she asked him "why do you beg on the streets? If you work, you can eat as much food & choclate as you want" He looked up at her vacantly as if trying to understand what she was saying. She said "If you will work then I can arrange a job for you." She repeated herself but there was no change in his reaction. A bit exasperated she was about to repeat what she said in a raised voice when Daulos, although with a blank expression, suddenly responded "A job .. a Job". She said "Yes, a job .. A job that will be perfect for you". Other vehicle drivers at the signal were obviously watching all this with interest. One of the motorists, a biker, shouted at Daulos "The lady is giving you work you cripple. Say yes to her and lead a respectable life rather than being miserable and crawling on the street". A couple of other motorists too shouted at Daulos encouraging him to take up her job offer. Daulos was still looking at her vacantly and she realised that his mental faculties had become slow .. After a few seconds of silence, again he said suddenly but haltingly "Where ..is .. job?" Since her office was only a block away, she could explain the location to him in the way that he would easily understand. He repeated after her as if trying to comprehend what she was saying. She told him to be there in 2 hours. As the signal turned green and she drove away, Feroza wasn't sure if he would come. Nonetheless, when she arrived at the main gate of her office, she told the security that if a cripple beggar came there then she should be informed. That afternoon at about 3 o'clock main gate security informed Feroza that Daulos had indeed come. She told them to get him bathed & shaved, get him some new clothes and give him food.

Part 10

She then asked Tara, her Corporate Communications Head, to immediately meet her.

If anyone in FGI or its subsidiaries could match Feroza in looks then it was Tara. Similar height, flawless fair skin, a proud yet gorgeous face amd a atheletic & fit body. She kept her private life strictly under wraps but Feroza knew that she was from a wealthy background and was a lifestyle dominant with 3 boyfriend-slaves, one of whom lived-in with her in her penthouse. Feroza shared the details of her plan with Tara. They had a detailed discussion on how to go about it. Shortly afterwards, Tara dorve upto the main gate, picked up Daulos and proceeded to Feroza's farmhouse, about 100 km away.

4 months later .. It was 9 AM and Daulos was crawling towards Feroza's cabin. This was how his official day in FGI started everyday. As he reached the cabin door, he gently knocked and waited for her permission to go in. Once permitted, he would crawl in. Without looking up from her laptop screen, she would warmly wish him a good morning. He would wish her back, crawl upto her desk and would gently keep kissing her feet till she permitted him to stop. He would then ask her if he could be of any service. Since it was the start of the business day, she would usually be busy and would tell him that he would be informed of when his services would be required. He would kiss her feet once more, wish her a good day and crawl out of her cabin to Tara's cubicle where he would to repeat what he did in Feroza's cabin. He would then have to crawl to Nikki's desk & wait there. Any of the ladies wanting a foot massage or their shoes cleaned or shined had to inform Nikki who was the single point of contact regarding Daulos.

Unfortunately for Daulos, his scope of duties went far beyond just foot massages and shoe shining. Nikki, who was upset by Khadim's relocation to a group company, was delighted by the arrival of Daulos. She would use him as a general purpose foot-rest and make him suck her toes for as long as she wanted. Each of the staff had their own demands of how he should behave when coming to them for a foot massage. Some of the ladies just got their feet massaged & permitted him to go. Some wanted him to first show his subservience by rubbing his nose at their feet. Others wanted their feet kissed during or after the massage. Some of them would use him as a foot rest before or after the massage while working on their laptops. Some women would signal the end of the massage by tapping on his bald head with one foot. Almost all the ladies wanted him to remove their shoes before the massage started & put the shoes back on their feet after the massage was over.

One young woman would pickup her cup of coffee from the vending machine, go upto the large windows to view the greenery outside. Daulos would have to lie flat on his back at her feet. She would place one foot on his chest and he would have to gently rub that foot, till she finished her coffee. After some days, she decided to experiment further. She would make Daulos remove her shoe and would place her bare foot on his mouth & would order him to lick her sole while she sipped her coffee. On some other days, when the coffee was almost finished, she would spit into the cup and make Daulos drink the balance coffee.

With passing of time, Daulos knew exactly which lady expected what from him and behaved exactly as was expected of him.

He was given the basement to stay & had been provided with a castor/wheel enabled 'walker' so that he could go around the basement doing his morning chores. The basement had a washroom which he could use. He had been trained to freshen up, shave, have breakfast and arrive upstairs at the FGI offices at sharp 9 AM. He wasn't allowed to use the 'walker' after he came upstairs .. He had to crawl. Since FGI was a female staffed company, it was ensured that 75% of the securtiy staff were female. In return for foot massages and getting their shoes shined, one or the other female security staff brought breakfast & dinner for Daulos. Since all office staff were there at lunch hour the lunch prepared for the office staff would also be given to him. Apart from the disability in his legs which was now beyond treatment, he had been diagnosed with some other medical problems and FGI paid the expenses to get him treated. A bank account was opened in his name and a nominal amount was deposited in that every month. Compared to the life on the street, this was heaven. What more did he want? All he had to do was to keep the ladies happy.

The following Women's Day, all the employees of FGI & its group companies gathered for a party. The husbands/boyfriends of the employees were invited. Some of them had choreographed one-act plays, songs etc showing how the balance of power had shifted in their houses after the wife/girlfriend had started working for FGI. But it was all in good fun and girl power being acknowledged & lauded by the men they loved felt very special to the women.

The finale had everyone pleasantly surprised .. Jaison gave a short speech on what dreams he had started FGI with, how he found a great student in Feroza, how Feroza took the company to levels which Jaison had not even dreamt of and how he was now the student and she was the master. There was loud cheering & clapping by the women. Smilingly, he prostrated himself before Feroza and the clapping became louder, Feroza winked at everone, and raised both her arms in victory. As the applause went on, Jaison looked at Feroza with tremendous admiration. She had done in 10 years what he had never thought was possible. That day, in an extremely elegant dress and her new hairstyle she really looked like a goddess. Feroza saw his dreamy, adoring gaze and laughed happily. She helped him up and gave him a long, passionate kiss. The applause & cheering grew even louder.

xxxxx THE END xxxxx

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Even as I just finished posting my story, I noticed that you had posted your comment. The speed with which you finished reading the story is truly impressive. Anyway, thanks for your feedback.
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This is a story I found on the Mule's Barnyard site. I'm not sure about who is the author.

Part 1

I rushed into the hotel and slipped in the side door of the banquet hall. Getting to these Chamber of Commerce luncheons on my schedule was a bear. As the owner of my small, yet profitable business, I never seemed to have time for myself. If it weren't for the contacts I made at these meetings, I wouldn't even be here. Indeed, I normally don't get lunch at all. I need a break. I need some pampering in my life.

I made my way as unobtrusively to my table as I could. I found the card that had "Janet H..." written on it and sat down. The program had already started, and the staff was already serving lunch. I smiled at my table mates as I placed my napkin on my lap.

The first part of the meeting ended shortly thereafter, and we had some "free time" before the main speaker would take the podium. I had a chance to talk with some of my fellow lunch eaters.

After some general remarks and exchanging pleasantries with the other people at the table, I turned my attention to Shirley, the woman sitting next to me. Shirley had a habit of marrying rich, and divorcing even richer. Shirley also worked for an investment house in town, and did pretty good for herself in her own right. She had made a couple of big scores with her investments, and now commanded top dollar as a broker.

Shirley drove an outrageously expensive automobile, and lived in a mansion in one of the more upscale neighborhoods in town. For all her money, she was really a nice person, at least to me. We didn't travel the same social circles for the obvious financial reasons, but we found common ground in our aggressive business behavior. Naturally, she always wore the most elegant and expensive clothes. I was envious of her, but it was still impossible not to be impressed with her attire.

I was not disappointed when we got up to leave and I saw her outfit. I took in all in to her obvious satisfaction. When I got to her shoes, I commented, "Oh, Shirley, those are the cutest pumps! Where did you ever get them?"

"I had them custom made." She replied.

I smiled and honestly admitted, "I'd never be able to afford them."

"You'd be surprised," she went on, "I don't have time to go shopping for myself. I hire a shopper to buy my clothes, and I have my shoes fitted at home. I have Frank coming over this weekend. Why don't you come over on Saturday. I've invited some other friends of mine over. I have a sixth sense about you, I think you'll fit in with our group. Bring your bathing suit. We can take a dip in the hot tub. We make a party of it; the girls and I. You don't have to buy anything. It will be fun."

I was sure it would be fun, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet with the local "high rollers." I looked at the invitation as both a social and business opportunity.

Shirley gave me her business card and wrote down directions to her house on the back. "One more thing," she said, "I hope you're prepared to leave some conventional ideas behind."

I didn't know how to take that last remark.

Part 2

I pulled up to the gate and dialed the correct extension. Shirley answered and buzzed me in. I followed the road for about another quarter of a mile going steadily downhill until I reached the shore of the lake. The word "house" was inadequate. "Villa" would be more appropriate.

Shirley already had two guests when I got there, she introduced them as they waved to me from the small pool she called her hot tub. "This," she said indicating a slightly older woman, "is Martha. Her husband owns the car dealership on 5th and main." I knew the place -- acres and acres of high priced cars. "And this," indicating the a younger woman, "is Tracy. Tracy was born rich. Her father had a sixth sense about some upstart electronics firms in the mid-sixties. While others were making love or making war, he was making investments."

"Let me show you where you can get changed." I was led to the poolhouse. I wish my bathroom was as large and luxurious. By the time I got out, our next guest, a woman about my age, had arrived. "Barbara, meet Janet." Shirley said introducing me to the new arrival. "I invited Janet over here today to try on Frank's wares and take a dip with us."

The five of us soaked in the tub for about a half hour, sipping on wine and nibbling on hors d'oeuvers chatting like a bunch of pre-teens at a slumber party. I was surprised at how informal the atmosphere was. There was a definite sisterhood among the four women, and I was happy to be included in it.

The gentle pulses of warm water on my spine and muscles was so seductive. I almost felt like I was dissolving in the liquid. I was lost in the soothing sensations of the warmth of the wine coursing in my veins on the inside and the warmth of the water bathing me outside.

I was awakened by Shirley's touch on my arm. It both startled and aroused me. Was it just my imagination, or did I feel a sexual spark there? This was the first time I had let my hair down in weeks, and I hadn't been to bed with a man for a couple of months. Who had time for men on my schedule? I was overdue sex, and maybe the wine, the water and the women's oneness was letting my repressed sexuality come to the surface.

"You have to watch that," Shirley said, "this water will drain all the energy out of you if you're not careful. I always go in with a friend or set a timer when I'm alone. Come out on the deck and lay down."

I laid down on a lounge chair. I felt like I was in bondage as gravity pinned every part of my body to the chair. I had no thought of moving, and I felt so comfortable. Well, almost. There was one part of me that wasn't relaxed. My insides were beginning to stir with the same sensations that a good session of foreplay produces. The treatment seemed to drain out my energy alright. It drained my energy to resist my sexual instincts. I wondered if it had the same effect on the other women. I was glad my suit was still wet.

I laid there for another 15 minutes when the reason for our meeting showed up. I looked out at the drive and saw a small truck pull up. On the side was painted, "Frank's Fabulous Feminine Footware." I laughed, "I've never heard of a shoe salesman making a house call."

Shirley winked at me and smiled, "Frank's more than a shoe salesman, and there's a little more to this house call than just being fitted for shoes."

"Frank is a foot -- how shall I say this? -- master." Tracy added. "He does more than just fit you with shoes that make your feet feel great, he makes your feet feel great. He provides total foot care from pedicures to massages -- and more."

The other women giggled when Tracy added the "and more."

"You can set up in the other room the same as last time, Frank."

"Most certainly, Madam," Frank responded.

"Come on girls," our hostess urged, "Let's get comfortable. Shall we?"

Shirley led us into the room where Frank was setting up. Shirley seemed to have a separate room for every possible use, and in this one there were a number of easy chairs facing the center of the room. Frank had moved the table to the side and rolled up the oriental rug, leaving the hardwood floor exposed.

This was obviously a well-planned event since there was a pile of towels for us to sit on so we would be comfortable in the chairs.

Frank bustled in and out with boxes of various sizes and pieces of equipment some, the purpose of which, I couldn't comprehend.

He finally got the room arranged the way he wanted it and asked, "What is your pleasure today, madams?"

Shirley introduced me to Frank, "This is Janet. Why don't you start with her. She's interested in becoming a customer. Perhaps you can start with a cast?"

"Madam, it would be my pleasure to serve her." Turning to me, he described the procedure he was about to perform. "In order to make the perfect fit, I must get exact replica of your foot. I will take a plaster mold of the foot now, bring it back to my shop and make a hard-rubber copy of your foot. The copy will have the exact shape as your foot in every detail, and it will flex in just the right places like your real foot. I use this model to make your shoes."

Before I knew what was happening, Frank was kneeling in front of me spreading a cloth under my feet. He fired up a small heating unit that resembled a steam tray on a buffet line and mixed some gels and other liquids in it. The fragrance emanating from the tray was delicate and intoxicating.

"I do not want the plaster to stick to your feet. This is a special concoction of petroleum jelly, spices, and perfumes to rub on your feet. It will absorb in just the very top layer of the epidermis and make it possible to get the perfect mold."

He knelt in front of me again, donned rubber surgical gloves, dipped his fingers into the liquid, and spread it around his palms. He gently lifted one of my feet and started to rub the mixture in. I wondered why he was kneeling when sitting on the nearby stool would have been so much more comfortable for him. I didn't have the inclination to wonder too long as his strong fingers massaged the hot oil into my feet. He was transmitting pure pleasure to my feet with every rub. The warmth of the mixture felt good. The texture of the mixture felt good. The spices must have had some effect. My skin felt so alive!

"Certainly, this will not do," he said as he worked on the balls of my feet. "You have calouses that must be attended."

I looked up as Shirley said, "Take care of her. She's our guest of honor." I noticed how intently the other women were watching this tableaux.

"I will do my best to make her feel comfortable," Frank responded.

I looked at the other women's eyes. Then I looked at where the other women's eyes were looking. I settled on Frank's crotch. Suddenly everything became apparent. Innocent me! I never suspected. My looks must have betrayed me as Barbara laughed. "Yes, Frank here knows his place with women. He knows it's kneeling humbly at their feet! Isn't that right, Frankie the foot-boy?"

"Most assuredly, madam," he said blushing slightly. What I had interpreted as courtesy had actually been humility.

Sheila continued to explain. "He normally doesn't have his clothes on for this long. Believe me, he'd be more comfortable without them. I know we would." The other women nodded or said, "Yes."

"If that would make you uncomfortable, then we won't make him do it now. We'll simply wait until you go home to enjoy Frank's talents fully."

I wanted so much to be accepted into this group. "What the heck," I told myself, "I've seen naked men before." So I blurted out, "OK, let's do it." with a little more confidence than I expected.

Frank undressed and resumed his position kneeling at my feet. I was impressed with the size of his organ. One of my former lovers had a magazine that showed a man with a penis this large, but I've never seen one "in the flesh."

Frank continued to rub in the oil into my feet, his penis dripping precome at a steady rate.

"Now it's your turn," Shirley said to me.

I looked at her quizzically.

"That's the way it works," she continued, "Frank takes a mold of your feet to make hard rubber duplicates. You take a mold of his penis so you can have a hard rubber duplicate. All us girls have one."

Oh well, "In for a penny; in for a pound," I thought. I accepted a pair of rubber gloves from Barbara who got up and sat on the floor next to me to look at the proceedings more closely.

I dipped my hands into the oil. It was hot, but no more so than dishwater. I looked at the monster of man-meat bobbing in front of my feet. I reached out and rubbed the oil into it. It was big and hard, and it got bigger and harder. I'd given handjobs in the past, but I never got much practice. Nonetheless, I shot him off in a matter of minutes.

The women laughed. Tracy said, "Now maybe he can keep his mind on the job."

The job was to mix the plaster and mold it around my feet. Frank was very adept at it. Then it was my turn. I wasn't very good at this. I think I must have failed "clay" in kindergarten. I sort of clumped the plaster around his penis. It looked obscene as he had this irregularly shaped cylinder of plaster hanging down between his legs. The glob of plaster was about 9 inches long, about 3 or 4 inches in diameter, and must have weighed 5 pounds.

I wonder how it felt for him. I know that my feet felt slightly cramped as the plaster dried. My feet also got very hot. Not the kind of hot that one gets from having herself in a cheap pair of shoes; it was a nice hot. I could feel my feet sweating and steaming in their own private saunas.

Still I wondered what it felt like for Frank to have all that weight hanging down between his legs. To have his penis gently pressed in from all sides. To have it heated up by the chemical reactions of the drying plaster.

The plaster dried around my feet, and Frank gently cut a seam in it so he could remove it. He even more gently cut a seam in his cock cast.

"Whatever style of shoe you would care to order. I will make to exact specifications." He assured me.

Frank bathed my feet in perfumed water, dried them gently, powdered them, and put some fluffy, terry anklettes on my feet. "Now it is time for your feet to breathe for a while." He got up off his knees, got a stool, set it in front of me, and picked up each leg and put it in place. I didn't have to move a muscle.

He bowed to me, and said, "With your leave madam, I must take care of mistress and her other guests."

The women looked over catalogs of shoes and Barbara and Martha placed orders. Shirley and Tracy tried on shoes they ordered the last time. Shirley had some no-nonsense "power pumps" to go with her business suits. Tracy had a pair of kicky, high-heeled, strapped, fire-engine red sandals. They were definitely shoes designed to signal "play and fun."

Although I didn't order anything on this go-around, I was promised the copy of Frank's penis the next time we all got together.

"Thank you for the offer. Do I owe you anything for the, ... the ..." I couldn't finish the sentence.

Frank blushed again. "I would be honored if madam would consider it a gift from my humble self."

"Thank you, Frank," I said sincerely. I was surprised at the genuine warmth I felt at the offer. Somehow I never imagined that receiving a dildo as a gift as being a warm, thoughtful gesture.

Our business with Frank was not finished. He put aside the shoe equipment, and brought out some new items. These items were used to perform the monthly routine on each of the women. This routine consisted of a foot bath, pedicure, toenail painting, and callous removal. Frank was very meticulous with an assortment of emery boards, pumice stones, and other implements. He took surgical care to remove the dead and hardened skin one cell at a time.

Frank finished by giving each woman a foot massage and rubbed in a special perfumed oil.

Frank was good. I never looked at women's bodies critically before, but these women had the prettiest and sexiest feet I had ever seen. If there were a man within sight of them, I was sure he'd drop to his knees to worship them. I mean "straight" men, not men like Frank. Frank had created his own monster.

"Who gives him the tip today," Shirley asked. "It's my turn!" Tracy said excitedly.

Frank knelt before Tracy and put her feet up on a padded stool. He moved forward until she had her feet planted on his erected member. She massaged him gently with her toes until he gushed his come all over them.

"Oooh, I just love the way that feels," she exclaimed, wiggling her toes in his semen.

Frank bowed his head, "Thank you, madam. It is always a pleasure to serve someone as beautiful as yourself."

Frank gave her feet an extra washing, massage and finishing.

By this time my feet were dry and they were treated in much the same way as the other women except that Frank needed more time to work my callouses. "It will be better," he explained, "the next time. For when you wear my shoes, your feet will not suffer pain."

He was right.

Part 3

The first Saturday of the month is "foot day" at Sirley's. I look forward to it more than any holiday that might be in the month. It is my day to relax. It is my day to be pampered. I found that warm water, wine, women in charge, and a submissive man kneeling at my feet are a powerful aphrodisiac. I always feel the need for relief by the time Frank leaves. Sometimes I get it, but that's another story.

xxx END xxx

Added after 11 minutes:

Story Name: The Secret Lives Of Some Women
Author: CFNM Lover

Part 1

C tagged behind Sneha like he always did on their shopping trips. He deliberately walked a couple of feet behind her so he could watch the rise of her hips, the flash of skin when her tshirt rode up and the movement of her silky hair. She had left her hair down after brushing it. She had tight white pants and a loose black top. That was when C felt someone place their fingers inside his pants, not very deep, just until the first joint and pull him backwards. The authoritative nature was unmistakable. He was really annoyed at this invasion of space and turned around to glare at the rude guy. The anger evaporated when he saw who it was - Rani, looking as gorgeous as ever with that 1000 Watt smile.

She let go of C quickly after flashing him a twinkling smile and called out to Sneha. She didn't want Sneha noticing that - not in the mall. "Hi Sneha, Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you for one week now!"

Sneha turned around, recognizing the voice and smiling happily at Rani. It was then that C noticed there was another girl along with Rani. She looked vaguely familiar but could not quite place her. He knew her from somewhere he was positive. "Hi Urmila, long time no see!" burst out Sneha. It was then that C realized, Urmila had also been part of Sneha's friend circle for years in college. they had not seen her for a long time now. The three of them together got all excited and hugged each other closely, friends meeting after a long time.

Rani wasn't through with him though, "Hi C, it has been a long time since i saw you" she said with her trademark pursing of lips. C flushed a bit, he knew that she meant she had not seen him naked in a long time (about 4 weeks) because she saw him at work everyday. "Hopefully we will be seeing more of each other soon", she smiled.

Rani often did that at the office too, looking directly into his eyes until he looked away. She pictured him naked while she did that, she was sure it would show in her eyes and it probably did, C always looked away with a blush within a few seconds.

"Let's go for lunch together, there is so much we need to catch up on", Rani said excitedly. They found a nice place in the corner of the mall and sat down. In spite of C's standing in the group, he was a little excited too, sitting there with three beautiful beautiful women. He could atleast sneak glances at them, Urmila with her tight blue salwar, transparent chunni that allowed him to see the shape of her breasts. Her lovely shiny hair cascading down to her shoulders ... He could see her pretty feet in strappy black shoes even if he was ordered to keep his eyes down. It was going to be an enjoyable lunch.

"Let's get food first - i'm famished", Rani said. "I want a KungPao Chicken plate with a coke" she said to C with laughing eyes. "And get me a butter chicken plate with rice, just water to drink" Sneha said turning to C. He blushed deeply - felt his face turning hot. Their secret was about to be revealed to an outsider. He looked up slightly at Urmila to see her reaction and caught the mixture of surprise and puzzlement on her face.

Rani and Sneha caught it too, they smiled and said "Just tell him what you want, he will get it". "Go on, don't be shy" Rani repeated when Urmila hesitated after casting a quick glance at C. Maybe she wanted to just go with the flow, not wanting to create a scene there but she eventually said "I'd like to try the Caeser Salad with some orange juice". Sneha just looked at C with the expression "Why aren't you gone yet?". He hurriedly got up and made his way to the foodcourt to find all three food items.

"Get yourself something too" Sneha said just before he got up. He heaved a sigh of relief. They were not planning to make C eat their leftovers like they usually did - he was actually happy that Urmila was there today.

Rani watched him as he moved away, admiring his body. For the umpteenth time she cursed her luck that she wasn't with C. "Well, atleast i get to enojy his body every now and then"

"Hey, we're getting together at Shilpa's this time on Saturday, you will be there, won't you" Rani asked Sneha.

"Yes! It's been so long!" Sneha smiled at her. "I've been having visions of bending my boss over his desk, tying his ankles to the table and strapping him soundly. I'm getting bored seeing the same naked male body everyday" Sneha replied with a sense of relief.

Urmila's eyes grew wide at that. "What the hell does happen on saturday?" she almost blurted out. Sneha realized what she had done and looked at Rani with a worried expression, they lived in a rich neighbourhood and did not want anyone finding out what actually went on during their potlucks.

Rani was a little worried too, the current situation had worked wonderfully for a year and she didn't want anything to happen to her joyride. "It has to be done," Rani thought, maybe this will turn out to be good". Turning to Urmila, she explained "Urmi, you have to hold on to this secret, you cannot let it get out. Can you promise me that?" They were old friends and been through a lot together. Each knew they wouldn't rat them out if promised.

"Ofcourse, i won't tell anyone, but just what is it going on?!" Urmila asked

Rani proceeded to explain what had just happened one night... "Well, in a nutshell, I, Sneha, Kajol, Juhi and Gracy get together once in a while and have fun". Urmila couldn't believe her ears, maybe she was misunderstanding something.

"Ok..." She said with a quick glance at Sneha.

"We realized that that the five of us shared a hidden desire to dominate men, to make them submit to our wills and have them dance to our tunes". "Remember how we sat in the park, watched men and wondered how they looked like naked, whether they were cut or how well endowed they were?" "we just took that to the next level" Rani finished with a smile at both.

"Is this sexually motivated?" Urmila asked, she was excited. Sneha jumped in "Yes, which woman doesn't love looking at a well shaped naked male? but this is more than that. Besides being sexually fulfilling, it is incredible fun as well and it gives us the opportunity to tease and exert power over these cocky males". "We rule at these get-togethers, literally" Sneha finished with a giggle.

"So you all meet together with your husbands and have a naked party?" Urmila asked, not quite comprehending what she had just been told.

"No, No, not the women" Rani clarified. "We make the men strip completely nude, we stay fully dressed. Well, sometimes we take off our shoes".

"It leads to sex? With other men?" Urmila was all gaggle eyed now. This was happening too fast for her.

"No! you are getting the wrong idea. This is a way to keep the males in their place. to not let them take us for granted. It does wonders to a male ego when he serves a fully clothed woman in the nude. Plus it is a bunch of harmless fun for us, having men wait on us while we ogle them. and oh yeah, punish them as negative re-inforcement"

Urmila was feeling dizzy now. She endured the humiliating catcalls, the occasional grab, the sly wink and the rude stares from men at her body everyday. She had dreamt several times of tying them naked in the middle of a busy girls college or something so they would know what it was like to be objectified. Maybe this was her chance to give the males a taste of their own medicine. Besides, C was really handsome and she if she could see a few naked males, she wouldn't complain. She knew she was turned on by it, she felt it whenever she went swimming, trying to discreetly sneak peeks at men when she knew there was no chance they would catch her looking. "I hope i can convince them into letting me watch" she thought and said "hey, do you think i could come too on saturday?"

Sneha was taken aback. She certainly didn't expect that! Urmila had always been the Ms.Goody two shoes of their group. The boys called her an ice-princess but the group knew she wasn't. They had often caught her slyly watching men, but she was very afraid to get close to one. They had no idea she was into men THIS MUCH though. Sneha wasn't sure she wanted Urmila to come to their party. She wouldn't be bringing a guy along and everyone was a bit possesive about their males. They did not want a single girl enjoying what belonged to them even if she was such a good friend.

"Let me ask the others, they might get jealous since you will be coming alone. We've reached a kind of understanding amongst ourselves since everyone is bringing something to the party". "I'm sorry, i don't mean to be rude" She concluded. "I perfectly understand" Urmila replied with a tinge of regret. She wanted to be there on saturday, but she did not want to appear overeager. Her ego wouldn't let anyone know how much she actually liked men and their bodies. That was giving them too much importance and only lent credence to her mother's frantic pleadings that men were important to a woman's life and she ought to get married soon. "Well, let me know if you don't mind, i'd love to be there" she said and left it at that.

The rest of the lunch conversation was spent in catching up with each others' stories. what they had gone to do after college, their careers and their families. Urmila couldn't help noticing that C kept his eyes on his plate and talked only when talked to. He wasn't eyeing her body parts surreptiously but instead made intelligent conversation without being a jackass like most men did. She noticed the obedience in his tone when he said he did not mind getting them more tissues. "All men ought to be like this! at the very least the one i marry" Urmila thought to herself.

He was extremely handsome too, Urmila's mind went to the few movies she had seen unclothed men in. She imagined C walking slowly back with the tissues stark naked and his eyes downcast, "would his genitals jiggle like in that hollow man movie as he walked?", "would he cover his manhood with both his hands and stand with his legs together?" If he did, she wanted to instruct him to take his hands off and show her his goods. Maybe she could dance with a naked C, like in "eyes wide shut", her palm would cup one of his buttcheeks. She wondered if it would be cold to the touch or warm. Maybe she would tease his by moving her finger towards his anus or run her fingers through the crack of his buttocks or slowly pull a cheek to the side. Urmila found that she was quite excited by these images, actually more than excited. She crossed her legs and pressed her thighs together tightly as she C came back to the table and sat down.

It wasn't until it was time for the mall to close that they decided to get going. Everyone had enjoyed themselves in their own way. As Urmila exchanged numbers with Sneha she saw C make eye contact and quickly look away. "I like that, don't stare at me just because i made eye contact" she thought. "Please let me know" she said as casually as she could to Sneha, there was no hiding the intensity of her wanting to be there from herself though.

Rani called up the others and as expected everyone was unsure about letting Urmila attend. This was their good thing, they did not want to share it. But then again, this was how their group had grown to include the younger women, Rani and Sneha. Not that they were bored yet of seeing the same males again and again, but Urmila would eventually bring her own husband sometime. They had shared similar reservations when they contemplated letting Sneha and Rani join in the fun but now they had had so much fun with breaking in C. "Ok, lets do it, i'm sure she will marry someone with the right temparament after joining us, we would have more people and she is a good friend anyway" went the consensus. So it was decided then and Sneha immediately called up Urmila and told her the news. "Great, what do i wear?" Urmila asked excitedly. "Wear everyday street clothing, don't have on any revealing outfits. This is about our pleasure, not theirs". "Ok, will do" and she hung up.

C dreaded the thought of having the potluck in Shilpa's place. Shilpa seemed to take more pleasure than the others in humiliating men. Ever since her husband had left her, she had no qualms in subjecting men to painful ordeals. She would think of particularly humiliating things for the men every time. He could not forget the way she cooly sipped her wine while watching him outside in the cold the first night they had broken him in. She had a look of utter contempt for him as he knelt there, she had slapped on quite a few extensions to his time-out claiming he had broken the rules. It seemed to be so unfair that the women could see any part of the men's body but they have never even spied any cleavage on the other women. Once he had noticed Rani's breasts when she had bent down to pick up something, but had regretted it immediately. The soreness in his buttocks had lasted a week and he dared not look in her chest direction at all after that incident. Rani had teased him mercilessly in the office by wearing loose tops and bending around him, almost daring him to look. It took all the willpower he had to convince himself that the stinging whipping was too high a price. She always smiled in his direction as she straightened up, bringing up the image of him bent over the post, sobbing silently. He was thinking about that when they drew up to Shilpa's house and parked the car. They seemed to be the last to arrive.

There were 4 paper grocery bags lined up neatly near the door. C glanced at them not noticing the significance. Shilpa stepped outside into the light, "Hi Sneha, long time". "Yeah, and he made it longer by dawdling in office. He's been coming home late for so long now. He definitely needs to be reminded what his priorities are in life", Sneha said to Shilpa with an annoyed glance at C. C cowered from the glance, his knees felt weak now.

"No clothed man is going to enter my house today", Shilpa said smilingly looking from C to Sneha and pointing at the paper bags lined up on the side. It was a moment before Sneha understood what Shilpa was saying. She grinned broadly.

"Well, you heard her. Take off all your clothes and put them neatly into the bag" Sneha said to C wiggling her finger up and down pointed at C's clothes.

C gulped, knowing that it was best to do as told the first time, it was not like Shilpa, just a friend of his wife had never seen him stripped naked on the orders of Sneha. He looked around to make sure no one was looking, and started taking his clothes off quickly. Shilpa leaned against the side of her door watching C, she loved the expression on his face when he was taking his pants off and then when he was taking his underwear off. She knew C would look at her from the corner of his eyes before his took his underwear off to see if she was watching him or his body. She never disappointed him. "You have to invite us to look at your new furniture someday Sneha" Shilpa said casually while waiting for C to get to the interesting part.

"Yep, just as soon as i finish arranging it to my satisfaction". C was bare chested and bent to take off his shoes and socks. That was when some light changed and he glanced up a little, not quite looking into anyones eyes. It was Urmila, standing there with a drink in her hand! She had stepped out of the doorway, past Shilpa and stood there calmly. He could feel her eyes on him, he flushed all over. He was used to being stripped on a whim by the others, but Urmila was a new one. So they had told her all about themselves. He felt his body growing hotter, what if Urmila went back adn told all her friends how she had seen him naked and ... The lord only knows what they had planned for him today. He didn't want to make it worse, he lowered his pants slowly and stood in the cool air of the night, not realizing he was half crouching in his underwear. He saw Urmila glance at Sneha with a smile and Sneha returning the smile.

C couldn't bring himself to push his undies down in front of Urmila, it seemed so unfair, she was neatly dressed and although he could see the tightness of her clothes he could not see an inch of skin. And there wasn't going to be an inch of him that she would not have seen after today. He just stood there with his hands cupped protectively over the front of his undies. Shilpa raised her eyebrows at Sneha, she knew the hesitation was because of Urmila, a newcomer.

Sneha was really annoyed now, "Oh, geez" she said as she delivered a stinging slap to C's buttocks. She hooked the fingers of one hand into his underwear and pulled them down. They did not come down all the way, but one side slid down enough for everyone to see the top of his genitalia. Urmila could not help stifling a giggle, she realized that Sneha had pretty good authority over C's clothes. Sneha again hooked her fingers, this time from both hands into the font of his undies and slid them down quickly. C's eyes jumped to Urmila and then to Shilpa, wide eyed. It was a long time since Sneha had had to forcibly strip him. He was mortified that his helplessness was so on display to these two attractive women. He had a sudden desire to turn and run back, but quickly realized that was not an option. He fought to keep standing in the same position, his instinct was to turn away from the women gawking at him but controlled himself. He knew he was in enough trouble already.

The undies were now near his calf muscles. Sneha put one leg on them, pushing them towards the ground and holding them there as she stood on it firmly. She looked into C's eyes with a questioning look, "Put your clothes neatly into the paper bag" and then after a moment "Now". C stepped out of his underwear with Sneha's foot on them and stood completely nude in front of three very beautiful fully dressed women. A gust of wind blew suddenly accentuating the feel of his naked, hairless skin with the air. Sneha had told him to shave himself hairless that morning and had watched him until she was satisfied. He had felt like an exhibit being made up for display. Well, atleast it wasn't Rani with her teasing or Shilpa with her mock(?) threats to make a nick here or there.

Urmila savoured C's stripping and body slowly. She was happy to be a part of this, on the safe side. The look on C's face as Sneha stripped him was priceless. She wished she owned a male like that. A smile played on her lips as she realized she had thought of the word "owned" when thinking about a husband. C was more handsome in the nude, she thought. His eyes are focussing everyywhere but near the three women, i can check him out as much as i want", she thrilled. She looked at his well-built torso and shoulders before looking at his legs, saving the best for the last. She looked directly at his genitals, watching them twitch spontaneously every few moments. It hung over what looked like large testicles, she had an urge to lift that organ with her fingers and look at the scrotal sac. She noted the presence of a large birthmark on his penis before trying to look at his behind. He was standing facing her full on. "He should do a slow rotation for me"

Sneha noticed the appreciative look that passed by on Urmila's face when she was stripping C of his last piece of modesty. She decided to show off a bit more. She loved the authority she had over all the men in these evenings. Sneha worked as an office assistant for a bunch of cocky lawyers who made her run around for coffee and bagels. "If only I can have that with my boss, I'd be making him eat bagels off the floor at my feet"

"Get my shoes off, i don't want to make a mess in Shilpa's house" Sneha said to C, pointing at her shoes. C realized exactly what this was about. Urmila had her shoes on and Shilpa never insisted on people taking off their shoes before entering her house. This was about showing off to Urmila, what better way to convey the dynamics of a relationship than an image of the male kneeling naked by the female's feet and taking off her shoes. He bent down onto both knees, Sneha had not taken kindly when he bent down on one knee once. He felt the sand and grime make contact with his knees and bent his back a little more so that his face was near her ankle. Another gust of wind blew strongly and he felt its coldness against his anus, he felt glad there was no one standing behind him. Slowly C unlaced Sneha's pretty black shoes and took them off slowly, one hand holding her foot and the other peeling off the shoe. Not wanting any action to be misinterpreted, he placed the shoes near his grocery bag while still kneeling, just slowly turning away from the women.

The shoes pointed at the bag which had its back to the wall. He stood up slowly and could make out the look of awe on Urmila's face. She had been looking at his crotch and then switched to meeting his gaze. Shilpa was still leaning against the door and playing with a chain around her neck as she watched him. He immediately turned his face away. Urmila alternated between looking at his blushing face and his penis.

Sneha took him by the arm wordlessly and pulled him gently into the house, Urmila and Shilpa waited and watched until Sneha was inside the house before walking in and shutting the door. It was quite a contrasting sight too, a fully dressed incredibly beautiful woman ushering in a nude man like a mother pulling along an errant child to somewhere he did not want to go. "If that was me, i would be pulling him by his ear", Urmila thought. She wanted to ogle his buttocks as she had only appreciated his penis and testicles until now; that's why she waited until the duo passed her. She appreciated the smooth buttocks and his legs as she watched Sneha half drag C in. She had an idea come into her head, that she wanted to view his sphincter, she wanted to know that she had seen all of him plus she was really curious how it looked. His penis had swung wildly when Sneha had tugged at his arm and he had to recover his balance, Urmila replayed that picture in her head until they got into the living room.

When C got to the living room, he saw the kneeling row of men and the women comfortably sitting on the sofas. Sneha looked at him wordlessly and he knew what was expected. He silently made his way to the row of humiliated men. Rani was sitting with her feet tucked under her in the recliner. She wanted to catch that blush of embarassment once again.

"Hello C, long time since i saw you", she said in his direction. She waited until C looked in her direction before dropping her eyes to his genitals and smiling. She then looked up into his eyes again. C looked away quickly, the hello barely escaping his lips. He joined the other men in the humiliating position and kept his eyes down.

"Get your hands up in the air, all of you" Shilpa commanded. The men obeyed quickly. "Ok, that makes for a nice sight, they look more naked this way", Shilpa said and joined her friends on the couch. "Maybe we should tie their hands to hooks in the ceiling and force them to stand on tiptoes" Shilpa suggested to her friends. The others laughed at the image and decided to try that out some day.

Urmila wanted to mark that day down as the best day of her life. She had arrived at Shilpa's house before everyone. They spent a prodcutive hour getting up to speed on what each had been doing since college. Urmila had been sad to hear about Shilpa's divorce. Shilpa had always been a very strong willed woman, not giving in to bullshit. She had however taken a lot of it from her husband, staying by him because she thought she loved him. When she could take no more, she had given up on him and harbored a deep resentment against all men. Although she detested the basic personality of men, she still liked them for their ability to give her sexual pleasure. This was a perfect arrangement, she could boss over males and get the sexual satisfaction that she craved but all without much emotional investment. She could not make another investment, not after what had transpired in her marriage. "You'll like it, just wait and watch", she assured Urmila as Urmila tried to divert the conversation to the evening's events.

The first one to arrive had been Juhi. "Come on, let's go welcome them" Shilpa called to Urmila and stepped out.

"No clothed males in my house today", she informed Juhi. Urmila had hung around in the background, not quite sure how she would feel in the midst of all this. Juhi smiled impishly and instructed her husband to get as naked as possible. Trust Shilpa to come up with something new, she thought. They had never had the men naked outside the home until now, although they had talked about making them work in the garden once. She saw that there were tall pots placed on the walls making an effective screen. Urmila was stunned by how little Juhi's husband hesitated as he proceeded to undress himself. Outside and in full view of three women. "What would i not give to have such control over a man", Urmila thought. She thought she detected a tiny hint of hestitation when he reached his underwear but it was no more than a shift in his eyes. Urmila didn't quite have the courage to look at the male's almost-naked body. Her basic instinct and manners did not allow her to look directly at his body. She was sort of looking at him from the corner of her eye, aware that there was only one small item of cloth remaining, but not quite looking at him.

When he pushed down the last item, he put it into the paper bag and turned slightly to place it into a corner, he was not facing any of the women. That was the first time Urmila decided to bite the bullet and took in a long view of the nude male bending. She thought she saw his testicles between his legs as he bent, but was not sure. That was when Urmila realized that Juhi and Shilpa had their eyes riveted to his genital region. The guy was not making any eye contact, he kept his eyes mostly bowed down, looking at his or their feet. She realized she could stare all she wanted and he would never look back! She drank in his naked body as he turned to face the women again. "Why have i denied myself this pleasure for so long", she thought to herself as she surveyed the swinging penis hanging there. "What more could a girl ask for, a beautiful *and* obedient naked man".

They all went inside. Shilpa made the introductions. "This is K", Juhi said to the others. When she saw that K was dawdling in the background, she took a quick grip on his penis and pulled him forward hard. She maintained her grip on the organ as she continued the introductions, "He works for StarKick software as a program manager".

"What have you been upto all this years, when are you getting married?", Juhi continued.

"Oh, the usual, college, a degree in communications and now in an ad company", Urmila replied. "Should get married sometime, hope he is like your husbands" she finished with a glance at Juhi's fingers wrapped around K. She was tugging on it gently as she continued talking.

Juhi pointed K's penis in the direction of a corner and made a downward motion with her finger. K walked over quietly and knelt there with his head bowed, completely naked. Shilpa watched his bobbing penis and buttocks with a smile of satisfaction and turned to look at Urmila. Urmila was wide eyed at K's obedience and wondered what kind of power Juhi held over him. Whatever it was, she wanted it too.

Urmila watched Kajol arrive with her husband, she was bold enough to continue looking at him while he was stripping naked in the cold. Even after he was completely naked, Kajol chatted for sometime with the other girls in the cold outside enojying the shivers that went through the hapless man. Urmila was in heaven. None of the men made eye contact. She could ogle any body, any body part for however long she wanted. She didn't have to worry about being caught appreciating a naked man. Kajol finally had some mercy on him and nodded him inside. As soon as she saw the K kneeling in the corner, she asked him to join K. She gave him a slap of authority on his buttocks before sending him off. Urmila waited until he was kneeling beside K before looking at the sight. Two kneeling naked men, they looked so vulnerable. Those penises hanging there, not being a threat to anybody. She could see K's testicles but not R's. She hoped she would get a closer look before the evening was over.

The women sat down on the plush sofas near the kneeling men and made conversation. They almost ignored the nude men in their presence, except to occasionally glance at them and their genitals when the topic of male genitals came up. They talked about their bosses, their physical attributes and how nice it would be to tie an annoying co-worker and whip him until he cried.

Urmila found her mind wandering. She was incredibly turned on by all this. She found herself thinking about C, how would he look like naked. Would she be able to see his testicles clearly or would they hidden by his hanging penis. She wanted to have authority over him, drag him by his penis like Juhi had done and slap his buttocks as if he belonged to her like Kajol had done. She wondered if C would leave Sneha for her and smiled to herself. "Not for better treatment, definitely".

Rani was the next to arrive, Urmila was at the door promptly to see the disrobing of another male. The other women smiled to themselves knowingly. Urmila was getting less shy and enjoying herself, they were glad. Juhi followed Urmila out while Shilpa and Kajol continued to talk inside.

"Not our kind", Shilpa winked and Kajol smiled back. Urmila wondered what that was about and went out alongwith Juhi to greet Rani.

She hugged Urmila as soon as they met and did not realize what Shilpa had meant. Rani's husband was a pretty good looking guy and tall too. Rani saw urmila's expectant expression and knew she was waiting to see another man stripped.

"You might be disappointed" she told Urmila with a trace of guilt and commanded her husband, V "Strip, Shilpa doesn't want a man wearing clothes inside her house tonight". V complied reluctantly, he knew he would end up stark naked in front of the women and they would look at him and his genitals jeeringly no matter what. He hesitated a bit and began to undress himself. He saw Urmila looking at him expectantly and shuddered. She didn't know about him but was going to find out, and then she would also laugh at him. But he had nowhere to run.

V lowered his pants and stood there in just his undies. He looked at Rani once hoping against hope she would let him be because of the new girl. Rani met his gaze and folded her arms. He knew what he had to do. He slowly stepped out of his undies and quickly turned away to put them into the grocery bag. He thought he caught a look of surprise on Urmila's face. He had tried to make his body as small as possible, bending forward and crouching, but he knew with a sinking feeling that humiliation was inevitable.

Urmila had just a fraction of second to look at V's genitals. She had been watching impatiently until he got down to his underwear. She looked at him hesitating and delighted in knowing that he had no escape. She would enjoy him visually and there was nothing he could do. She was actually looking at his face as he was stepping out of his underwear. Urmila found the look of defeat and shyness on a males face as he was stripping as much of a turn on as his private area. His penis and buttocks would be available for her viewing pleasure whenever she wanted, but that look of shame when he went from a man to an object was fleeting. She enjoyed happily the expression as he pushed the last item down after his pleading looks at Rani and decided to enjoy his genitals next.

V turned away quickly so she wasn't sure but it looked like V had the world's smallest penis!

She admired his buttocks in the side view as he bent over and placed his clothes neatly into the paper bag. He dawdled a bit but eventually turned half towards the women. Urmila put one hand over her mouth and giggled, without realizing it, she was pointing at V's genital and giggling like a school girl. Once she realized what she was doing she stopped it and looked at Rani in wide eyed disbelief. "That's not the whole of it", Rani told her with an accusatory glance at V. "It never gets hard", Rani indicated V's penis as if it wouldn't be clear. "I can't belive i stay married to this", she said with a disdainful jerk in the direction of V's genitals.

Urmila was shocked and a little happy at Rani's misfortune, she now understood Rani's longing looks at other men, particularly C better. She was happy that the beautiful Rani who had turned down many a man was stuck with this man for life. She smiled to herself but just nodded with concern at Rani. They led V in and sent him off to kneel next to the other men.

Rani looked jealously at the kneeling naked men. She was disappointed a bit that C was not yet there, she just loved the fact that a small touch from her could cause an instant erection in him. It always validated her beauty since her confidence often hit rock-bottom when V's penis never got hard, despite all her efforts. "Why me?" she thought as she looked at the row of male organs in front of her. K and R's genitals were soft but even in that state they were much bigger than V's. "well, atleast i can enjoy them visually, where is C now?" she thought as she smoothed out her hair and jumped into the conversation with the other women.

Juhi always felt a special something for V, a very maternal feeling at his condition. She always tried to make him feel comfortable. It was weird, she wanted to take him in her arms and hug him, comfort him and tell him it was ok. She wanted to do it when he was sitting nude in her lap and crying his heart out. Maybe she would comfort him by pulling his head to her shoulder and patting his little penis softly and saying it would be all ok.

Juhi wished Rani wouldn't treat him with so much contempt. More than what they normally subjected the men to. Rani always whipped him just that much harder, like she was taking something out on him. Maybe she would have V over for a weekend. She would let him stay fully clothed and talk to him like he was any normal man. Take him out on a nice date and make up for his misery. She would try any of the different new drugs out on the market with him, be patient with him and see if she could make him into the man he was kneeling next to.

Urmila watched the four naked men kneeling there, eyes downcast. She pressed her legs together. It was combination of seeing them nude and the feeling of power that excited her. The women sat down and chatted like friends do, except with a spectacle by their side which they enjoyed taking glances at. Urmila felt a strong urge to see the men's anuses. She was curious, she had never seen such an intimate part of any man. Seeing one of someone was the ultimate expression of power over him. Besides she thought it would be quite a beautiful sight, if she could see C's. C's tight buttocks turned her on so much, she wanted to see those buttocks with splayed and his anus in plain view. Maybe she would even touch it or insert her finger in, impaling him. She smiled at that last thought and jumped back into the converstaion after peeking at the kneeling men. They looked so vulnerable and beautiful, their dangling genitals and obedient demaneaor.

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The Secret Lives Of Some Women [Part 2]
Author: CFNM Lover

Urmila surveyed the scene in front of her, her fingers running through her shiny hair. Four very naked men knelt with their arms stretched up in the air and their eyes looking down at their feet. The women who had only gestured them into this position sitting comfortably and talking amongst themselves with only an occasional glance at the men.

"How different from the other parties I've been to, the men plonking down on sofas in front of TVs while the women took care of the food. How in the world does this order come about?", she thought as her eyes ran quickly over the row of male organs.

Six Months Earlier:

C was positive that Rani was into him. She always smiled back whenever she caught him looking at her instead of turning away. It seemed like she was flirting with him all the time too...

"I'm sure a goodlooking guy like you broke many a girl's heart when you married Sneha"

"What a great cook you are! Handsome and a good cook! I'm more jealous of Sneha now than before"

"Have you ever thought about making out with anyone in an elevator?", when they were alone in the elevator.

"Do you think I look better with my hair let loose or up?".

"Loose when you're wearing sarees and up in jeans or tracksuit". He said after thinking a while and trying to be as polite and non-committal as possible, although his heart was beating fast. She had since followed that pattern perfectly as far as he could remember.

"I cannot go wrong on this", he thought for the umpteenth time as she led him away from the others so they could be alone at the table.

She had invited herself to staying late on that day but there was no reason for her to. She had nothing to do with the Warren case "V is attending a conference in Las Vegas. I'll just stay and help you out; at the least I can keep you company".

C made up his mind to make his move then when it had gotten sufficiently late and she showed no inclination to leave him and go home. They had even shared a cosy dinner and returned to work after a couple of rounds of drinks. Maybe it was the alcohol that blurred his judgement or the sight of her fleshy waist peeping out as she reached up to get the file or the smell of her hair as she leaned across him, her dress brushing against his arm.

He put his left arm around her just below her breasts and held her tightly, pressing his groin into the cleft between her plump buttocks, moulding his shape into her back and burying his face in her hair. He playfully pinched her right buttcheek and tried to pull her towards himself.

Rani turned around and pushed him away hard. C had never seen her so angry or with that kind of fury in her voice.

"I did not expect this from you, C. You turned out to be just like all males, a woman can't be a little friendly with a man without him thinking that she wants him in her bed", her eyes flashed. "And to think, I'm your wife's best friend!"

"I'm r .. really r... really sorry", C stammerred back.

"I'm going home now, tomorrow I'm going to talk to Mr.Lear about this assault. You are going to really regret this", Rani pointed to the security camera which was in perfect position to capture C's actions and stormed out of the office dialling Sneha on her way out.

Rani and Juhi met Sneha for lunch the next weekend.

"Here is the videotape, I coaxed it out of security. It Wasn't that difficult and now there is no record of the incident except this one.", Rani put the video on the table in front of Sneha.

"I'm sorry to be the one to be telling you this, Sneha. We go back way longer and I don't want you to be hurt now or in the future. I just had to let you know for the sake of our friendship."

"I know he has a roving eye, what with him being good looking and all, but I never thought he'd actually do something like this", Sneha was very close to tears, her voice quaking.

"I wish I could cure him of his big ego but I've had no luck so far"

"How are you dealing with it so far?", Juhi asked putting a hand over Sneha's.

"I'm just giving him the cold shoulder and the silent treatment for now, I know he will come around temporarily before going back to his old ways", Sneha said with a look of resignation.

"You have to be firm with him, set down limits and boundaries clearly. Men will go as far as they can in matters like these. You have to be more forceful than just the cold shoulder"

"It's easy for you to speak, you've got such nice husbands in K and V", sneha said angrily. "It's not fair that men can get away with anything but I cannot so much as have a thought about another man's body without feeling guilty". Her sadness and anguish was quickly being replaced by a desire for revenge.

"Well," Juhi said with a sidelong glance at Rani, "K and V did not get to be docile that way by nature. If you would like to get C to behave as nicely as K or V then listen carefully to what we tell you..."

Rani and Juhi spent the next one hour explaining to Sneha about how K and V had come to be that way and just why it worked well for all of them. They then gave Sneha the option of joining their party and how it would help keep C on a tight leash.

"It's up to you Sneha, I want you to know I don't plan on making use of this tape either way", Rani finished and then switched topics.

By the end of the lunch Sneha had decided. She was going to be a part of this. She wanted her bit of fun too, the lord only knew what shenanigans C had been up to if he was willing to hit on her best friend. She knew for a fact that he was intimate with quite a few women before their marriage but she never begrudged the fact because she believed he was no longer like that.

"I've been stupidly bound by a false sense of bonding between the two of us", she thought. Besides, if C would turn out to be anything like K or V that would be an end to itself.

"I'll be there on friday night", Sneha said to Juhi finally.

Juhi and Rani exchanged quick smiles, they weren't sure how to handle the fallout if she did not agree but instead spilt the beans about their lifestyle.

"Ok, you come over an hour early so we will show you the ropes. Once you are comfortable, we can introduce C to the party"

Friday Night:

They were sitting down on the corner couch. Juhi, Sneha, Shilpa, Kajol and then Rani. K, V and R stood in front of them silently, their eyes not looking at anyone.

Kajol spoke first, "Listen up boys, Sneha is going to be joining us today, whether you like it or not. We are going to show her how things work around here and I don't want any of you feeling shy because she is new. You will act exactly as you have been doing for the past year. Any hesitation or funny out-of-the-ordinary behaviour and you can trust me, you will all regret it for several days and you will be doing exactly as we ask you to anyway after a few reminders. So I suggest you just be good boys in the first place".

She always got a kick out of ordering the men about by referring to them as boys. She was younger than any one of them.

She surveyed the standing men and waited until it had sunk into them. When she saw the look of acceptance on each of their faces after they had thought about it for a minute, she continued "I want all three of you to say that you get it"

The three men mumbled incoherently but the women understood what they were saying. Normally they might have prolonged their humiliation by forcing them to repeat it but today was special.

"Ok then, can the three of you please undress yourself to your underwear as fast as possible", Shilpa said crossing her legs.

The men struggled to obey. They took off their trousers, shirts and undershirts and folded them neatly, placing them inside the designated rack as they always did.

"Maybe we will get to keep our underwear on", they all thought hopefully but not believing it completely for fear of it not coming true.

Sneha watched the three men standing in front of her. "This is the way I want C, docile and obedient", she thought to herself. She was a little jittery about the males undressing in front of her but she found comfort in Juhi's hand which was placed over hers.

"Arright then, the reason you people have your undies on is so that Sneha doesn't get uncomfortable too fast, not because we are going to go easy on you", Shilpa announced to the men, "Get that?"

She then turned to her friend and asked, "Are you ok? Sneha"

"I'm ok so far", Sneha said her eyes sizing up the three men in their undies and looking very jumpy.

Shilpa turned back to the men, "Put your hands inside your underwear and cover your genitalia. We don't want you offending Sneha with the sight of them"

The men complied slowly, each putting his hands inside his underwear and making a prominent bulge.

"Are your genitalia completely covered", Shilpa just wanted to prolong the moment.

The men silently nodded.

"I'll go first, Mine is the oldest", Kajol said with a laugh and shifted forward in the couch.

The three wives then moved forward towards the men and slipped their fingers into their respective husbands' underwear and with one smooth motion slid them down to their knees. They then shifted back into comfortable positions.

Sneha stifled a giggle as she looked at the sight in front of her. The men, any one of whom could have been her boss's boss, standing stark naked in front of their wives with their hands cupped protectively over their groin and their underwear around their knees. They looked like helpless little boys.

Shilpa took over again, "Get them off completely and careful with the hands"

The men slowly stepped out of their undergarments completely careful not to move their hands away. They were glad for this protection although no one felt it would continue for long. They were being allowed to be modest for a while to make one of their wives' friends comfortable.

"Now put your undies along with your clothes in your designated racks", Shilpa pointed to the rack in the closet. "And again, careful with your hands", she finished with a smile.

The men groaned inwardly, they understood how Shilpa wanted to debase them. V did it first, he bent down onto his knees, bent his face to the ground and picked up his underwear with his teeth. He got up carefully again, trying not to lose his balance as his hands were still holding his penis tightly against his skin. V then walked to the rack and deposited his underwear. He walked back slowly not daring to look at any of the women and stood where he had stood before in the same position. The women's eyes followed him throughout his actions shifting their attention to the two men coming back from the rack once he was standing in his place.

Sneha watched with a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction. She wanted C to be under her control like this. She wasn't sure how she would feel when her husband was being dominated by another woman but then remembered what Rani had said was the only rule "No woman can dominate another woman's husband unless the wife herself offers him. Sure, you can touch him and tease him but nothing more".

"That's a fair enough trade for being allowed to be a part of this", I owe nothing, I feel nothing towards C. I can see myself enjoying this", Sneha thought, not taking her eyes from the males in front of her.

"Good boys! now follow me", Kajol stood up and crooked a finger at the row of men and walked towards the stairs.

The men obediently followed her in a neat line. Sneha watched three pairs of male buttocks in motion as they walked away obediently behind Kajol. She followed their progress as they climbed the stairs and disappeared from view.

Kajol allowed the men to follow her feeling like the pied piper as she turned around and looked at the line following her. When they got to the landing, she checked that the women below could not see them and stopped, leaning against the wall.

"Ok boys. At ease now", she waved her hand at their groins as if to brush off their hands.

The men silently uncovered themselves, letting their hands fall to their side.

Kajol leisurely enjoyed the sight of the group of male genitalia standing around her in an arc. She couldn't wait for C to be part of this group. "The more the merrier".

She gestured them into the room pausing near the door as the men trooped past her.

"Remember boys, no talking about your wives. You can talk about other women and their bodies if it's not too weird", Kajol pointed a finger at each of the penises in front of her for emphasis.

She then shut the door, turned the key and took it back down to rejoin her friends.

"So, you and C want to join the club?" Shilpa asked turning to Sneha.

In response, Sneha called C and told him to get to Shilpa's house immediately. She hung up and smiled nervously, "I can't wait"

"Alright then, you know the rule about not dominating another woman's husband unless the wife offers, don't you?"

Sneha nodded.

"Well, for just today, you will have to give everyone permission so that he doesn't ever realize this and you will need all the help you can get"

She nodded again, a little apprehensive but knowing this was what she wanted.

The breaking-in

It was an hour later that C rung the doorbell in Shilpa's house. It had been a while since Sneha had made the first move to talk to him. Maybe she was going to forgive him today and things would come back to normal. She had been cold towards him the last week and the mental tension was killing him. He could not believe what he had done to Rani; how could he have been so stupid.

"If she gives me another chance, I will stick by her loyally and never indulge in these antics", he thought to himself as he rung the bell.

Shilpa opened the door almost immediately as if they had been waiting for him. She greeted him and waved him inside as she always did. He took off his shoes and socks and left them in the shoe rack.

C walked in to the living room to find Sneha and her friends sitting on the long couch. Shilpa walked past him and sat down closest to him.

"Wow, she looks awesome in that thin skirt. Congratulations on the nice long legs, babe", C said to himself as he made to sit down in the recliner.

"No, C. I want you to remain standing here", Sneha's voice.

It wasn't until then that C picked up on the atmosphere. Something was up, all eyes were on him like he was an appetizing dish. There was an air of expectancy. Things didn't seem right here.

"Okaaaaay" he said slowly looking at Sneha.

"This is for your viewing pleasure tonight", Sneha said and pressed play on the remote control.

C froze as the tape started playing. The security camera could not have captured the scene more perfectly. Him pressing himself into Rani and she turning back and waving her finger in his face and walking away angrily. He was doomed if this tape found itself into Mr.Lear's hands. He was sweating as he heard Sneha's voice dimly.

"Come here and stand facing us".

He turned around and faced the women with trembling legs. All eyes were on him.

"How could you do that, C? That is the exact same position I told you I love so much when you do it to me. Does it not matter who the person is on the other side of you?", her voice had a touch of hurt.

He did not reply because there was nothing he could think of to say.

"You have two options, C", Sneha raised one finger, "I will send this tape to Mr.Lear. He will fire you because he can't risk not to. He will then forward it to the association and if he doesn't, I will. You will never ever work in this country again. I will divorce you, get the house and atleast half of everything else we own. You know how well divorce works for women, don't you?"

"I'm really sorry Sneha, I was drunk", C said, his voice quaking a little.

"The second option", she completely ignored him and raised another finger, "We can continue this relationship on my terms. You will do as I ask and walk the path I set out for you". She paused before continuing, "Nobody will be any the wiser about your antics, your professional life will be as it used to be ... except if you go against my will in which case Rani will send the tape on to the right places. Think about this for a while and tell me what you decide", Sneha concluded folding her arms across her chest.

It did not take him a while because he defined himself by his career. Maybe, all this can be kept under wraps. Besides, he really did want to make up to Sneha as he had broken her trust.

"I really want our relationship to continue, we can do this on your terms", he said after only a brief interval.

"Good", there was an element of seriousness in her voice though. "Let's test that now. Take your shirt off and put it on the lowest rack", she indicated the closet.

C was surprised at that, she wanted him to take his shirt off in front of her friends? He did not argue though. All her friends had seen him in his swimming trunks at the beach enough times. He looked at her and when he saw she was waiting impatiently, quickly unbuttoned his shirt and put it in the closet. He squinted his eyes as he looked at the other sets of neatly folded men's clothes but he was in no state to understand their significance.

He came back to stand in front of them even though she hadn't said that explicitly. Sneha stood up in front of him and reached for the hook on his trousers. He felt her soft hands against his stomach as she unhooked it. C looked into his wife's eyes uncomprehendingly.

"What are you doing?", he opened his mouth to ask before he realized her hands were on his fly. He felt the her brush against his groin and realized she was going to strip him right there.

"No! what are you doing!", he shouted and took a step back, holding his pants together although they were in no danger of falling down.

Sneha watched him rebel against her and something inside her snapped. This was what he did always, agree to something and go back to doing what he wanted as soon as possible. He never kept his word, not once when it came to their relationship.

"What is it with you and compromising in our relationship? Can't you keep your word for once?!", the steel in her voice surprised everyone.

"Do you remember this ring?", she showed him their wedding ring, "You promised me you won't think of another woman as long as you are with me. Now I know how much you meant that!", she pointed at the TV.

"And what about these shoes?" she took off her right shoe and held it up, "you promised me when you gifted them to me that you would not flirt with another woman as long as I wore these". she pointed the shoe at the TV "and look what happens as soon as my back is turned"


The sound reverberated around the room and shocked everyone. The women stiffened up while C looked with disbelieving eyes at Sneha. She had slapped him square across the face with the sole of the shoe she was holding in her hand. The sting on his left cheek was getting worse with each moment and his eyes began to water. He held his hand up to his cheek and stared numbly at his wife. When his brain eventuall regained control, he first looked behind Sneha to see the reactions of her friends and found four pairs of amused eyes staring back at him. He looked at Sneha who was still holding the shoe in her right hand.

"Are you going to keep your word or not?!", his wife asked him shaking the shoe.

C took a step backward in reflex as he saw the shoe move in her hands. He saw Rani and Shilpa suppress a giggle behind Sneha at his movement.

"Put your arms over your head and stay like that", Sneha ordered dropping the shoe. She was confident she wouldn't need that again.

C felt a deep sense of shame on being slapped with his wife's shoes in front of her friends. More than that her fury had made him realize how he had let her down since forever in thier marriage. He felt a deep desire to make up for it all and wanted to obey Sneha no matter what. He did not want to lose her and have his life go back to the empty bar-hopping days. He silently moved his hands up and placed them over his head.

Sneha felt satisfied at the expression on her husband's face and his unfocussed eyes. She reached forward and quickly unzipped him. She wanted to get through this part fast before he rebelled again. She tugged his pants down and held each leg as she he stepped out of them. She then took the pants and threw them into the closet along with his shirt.

Rani looked at the trembling man in front of her clad only in his white undewear. "Beautiful", she thought, "One more piece of clothing and passing up the office affair would be worth it".

Sneha came back to stand in front of her quivering husband. She looked at Kajol and Shilpa while she walked back and was rewarded with looks of appreciation.

She wordlessly inserted her fingers into the waistband of his underwear now. She was sure he was going to resist but she had already planned how she would deal with it. The look of abject surrender on his face as she had slapped him with her shoe was a pure delight for her and also taught her a valuable lesson. She had been stunned initially as she realized what she had done but the look on his face and his reaction had told her it was the right thing.

"No, pleasseee don't", C hissed dropping his hands and holding on to his underwear desperately and taking a step back.

Sneha calmly bent down and picked up her shoe and stood up straight, brushing her hair back which had fallen over her eyes.

"Put your hands back where they belong", Sneha ordered her husband in firm voice, only slightly lifting the shoe in her hand.

C eyes grew wide but he put his hands back up on his head reluctantly.

THWAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK! she slapped him across his cheek again with her shoe. This was a well-planned deliberate shot.

C's cheek went numb as he felt the heat spread across his face and into his neck. Before he could completely regain his senses, he felt his wife's cool fingers on the inside of his undies again and push them down. The next thing that registered in C's brain was the sensation of cool air at the base of his testicles and between his buttocks. Sneha pushed the undergarment down to his ankles with her foot. When it touched the floor, she placed the foot firmly on it.

"Step out of them", she said softly and calmly indicating the garment at his ankles with the shoe she held in her hand.

C was horrified at his humiliation and his head was reeling as if he was in a dream falling down from a tall building but in his heart he wanted to do everything he could for his dear wife. He did not want to let her down again or break his word or do anything that would get her angry. He silently stepped out and stood stark naked. He watched as Sneha pushed his white underwear to the closet with her feet. She let him stand there as she went back and sat down between Kajol and Juhi again. Juhi put her hand over Sneha's and squeezed gently as if reassuring her that she had done the right thing.

Each woman on the couch had different thoughts going her head as she looked at the man trembling in front of them. His face was pink but his left cheek was almost red, they could make out the triangular impression of a woman's shoe tip on it. His arms holding his head tightly displayed his muscles perfectly. His penis hung down over his scrotum and swayed slightly as he shifted his weight imperceptibly. His toes were curled inward as though gripping the carpet for support.

"Damn you, Sneha. How do you have such good luck with men?", Rani thought, her eyes staring at C's penis. She compared it to her husband's organ. "It's atleast five times as thick and several inches longer. V is like a newborn baby in this regard". She noted how C's penis tended to sway when he moved while her husband's penis barely moved even when he walked. "Maybe you can dance for us one of these days"

Shilpa uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. She brushed her hair back away from her eyes while thinking "He's the biggest of them all and that birthmark sets off the organ quite nicely too. This outfit suits him very well, if I were queen I would make this the regulation dress for all men in my country."

"Nice young body, reminds me of my hubby when we first met. How long before I can get a foot massage from this", Kajol thought of C at her feet while she removed the clip that held her hair up and let it fall over her shoulders. She was a big fan of having males at her feet, naked ofcourse. "I'd like to bounce his scrotum off my toes"

Sneha was proud of herself. She felt like a horse owner did while displaying a prize animal to her friends. She could see the looks of awe in her friends' eyes at what clearly belonged to her and the way she had stripped his diginity into submission. "Why did I not do this sooner? I wonder how his penis measures up against the others". She smiled to herself as she realized she was now eager to see the other husbands in the buff after the initial discomfort she had felt.

C slowly came to be aware of his surroundings and his position in front of his wife and her friends. He slowly registered the fact that he was standing completely nude in front of five fully dressed women. He had been slapped and forcibly stripped naked by his wife who was now looking unflinchingly at him. The women in front of him came into focus slowly. He saw Rani looking at his penis with an amused faraway smile. Kajol was undoing the clip in her hair and running her fingers through it but keeping her eyes on his genitals from the corner of her eye.

As the horror dawned on him, his hands flew from his head and cupped them over his genitals. He held his penis up against his body and forced a forearm over it to try and block them from the view of the women.

Awwwww, he's so cute standing there like a trembling puppy in the cold. I should go over and wipe the tears from his cheeks, then gently cup his head in my hands and kiss him full on the lips. I wonder if it will touch my stomach or my thigh if I were to hug him, it is quite long", Juhi's mind ran through the possibilities.

Shilpa knew this was the time to press the advantage in. Had to get him over the bump before he rebelled too much. She got up and walked over to C with an angry stride. She watched the look of fear on his face as she held his arm.

"Come with me now!"

She pulled him by the arm and led him towards the big bay window. C stumbled behind her, his hands trying to cover his modesty as best as he could as Shilpa dragged him along. She opened the glass doors and pulled him out. C instantly felt the cold air of the ocean envelope his body as he stared at Shilpa and then at his wife sitting inside in disbelief.

She stood in the doorway and crossed her arms, "You can come into my house when you stop behaving like this. Sneha did not tell you to cover your privates", she pointed disdainfully at his crotch.

"I am going to lock this door now. At any time that is convenient to you, please kneel down and put your hands up in the air and think about all the hurt you have caused Sneha and how you have let her down. If you stay in that position for twenty minutes continuosly, I will let you in at that time. Understood?"

C stared back dumbfounded

"I think you do", Shilpa pulled the glass door shut.

The women watched him through the glass as he stood there with a look of consternation on his face. He was looking around himself to make sure no one could see him. They saw the look of resignation across his face as he slowly knelt down on the patio and put his arms up in the air.

Kajol watched his penis bob as he removed his hand with a mixture of sadistic pleasure and lust and a thought came to her

"Hey, Does C's penis also shrink a lot in the cold like my hubby's does?", she held her thumb and index finger up and bought them closer to mimic the idea.

"It does, but just a little bit", Sneha indicated a tip of her index finger with a giggle.

"You enjoying yourself, Sneha?" Shilpa asked. She wanted to confirm that taking charge of her husband was ok with her.

"I'm doing great. So when do I get to see them again?", Sneha pointed a finger at the upstairs room where the men were locked in.

"Very soon, don't worry. we just gotta make sure C is completely treated", Shilpa assured her. Sneha was feeling lot more comfortable in her new role. "The wonders of smacking a naked man with the sole of your shoe", she thought to herself.

"Here's what the general plan is for C, you just have to follow our lead. I hope you are onboard with us ...", Shilpa went to tell Sneha about what they had thought would be the best course of action.

It was almost 15 minutes later that Shilpa opened the glass door and stood before C. C had knelt there silently knowing he had no other choice but to submit. He looked up at her hopefully, she must have come to let him in. He felt like he had been out there for hours.

"Can I come in now, please? It's very cold here", he asked her, the blood rushing into his face at the embarassment of having to ask such a question in his naked state.

"Don't talk to me unless I ask you a question", she snapped at him. "Fifteen minutes more for you while you learn that lesson well", she turned and walked off pulling the door shut.

It felt like an hour passed by as C saw the women calmly chatting on the sofa. Eventually he saw Shilpa make her way to the door with a glass of wine in her hand. He hoped she would open the door but she just stood there on the other side and looked at him wordlessly. He looked up to meet her gaze and found pure joy in her eyes as her eyes travelled over his bare body in the cold and lingered on his penis. She made eye contact with him again before walking away as he felt a sense of resignation. He was determined not to talk this time until she spoke to him.

He lost all track of time as he watched the women inside. They seemed to be chatting normally as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Several times one of the women would get up and he would meet their gaze in the hope that she was coming for him but the woman always detoured away after only an amused glance at his state. After what felt like an eternity his eyes followed Shilpa as she got up and came towards him. This time she pulled the door open but made no motion to let him inside. He looked up into her eyes hopefully.

"Why are you looking at me? Haven't you learned the consequences of lusting after women who aren't your wife? We've been watching you for the past fifteen minutes" Shilpa said sharply from the doorway.

C averted his gaze quickly.

"Good, that's another lesson for you. Don't admire women unless they specifically give you permission. Twenty minutes of the same for you" She shut the door on him again.

C was miserable as he realized how powerless he was. He had bought it upon himself and he felt as wretched as any man forced to kneel naked outside could feel. He was determined to go through it for the sake of his career and for Sneha.

It seemed like hours passed this time as his stomach started to rumble and he felt cold. His knees were chafing from the cement. He had no track of time as he avoided looking into the house for fear of being slapped with another twenty minutes time. When he felt a shadow fall in front of him, he dared not think that the woman had come for him lest he be disappointed again.

He did not look up but felt it was Shilpa. He kept his mouth shut and continued staring at the ground as a full two minutes passed. He could only see her feet in his peripheral vision in that time; it looked like Shilpa because he could make out the thin white skirt.

"If you want to come in and obey all of Sneha's rules, kiss my foot now. You may put your arms down now", it WAS Shilpa. She moved to stand full in front of him and extended a foot so that only the toes touched the ground in front of him while the heel stayed in the air.

C felt a deep sense of gratitude for her suddenly for the way out she was offering him after a harrowing evening. He leaned forward, braced himself on his palms and kissed her foot near the ankle. He tried not to think of how much he did not want to do it, as he was positive Shilpa would know and she would punish him further.

"Good boy, get up, dust off your knees and come in", finally the words he had been hoping to hear.

He walked into the warmth of the comfortable house keeping his eyes from making contact with anyone.

Sneha walked up to him, put her arms around his torso and held her arms together. "I'm glad you're behaving, C. I'm not done with you though, we're going to punish you now to make sure you have learnt your lesson and never repeat it".

"Look at me now", she moved her upper body a little away from him and lifted his face with her fingers so that he looked into her eyes. "Do you understand? Are you going to go back on what you promised me earlier?"

"N-no, Sneha. I w-w-will do it". He was still feeling cold and could not think of another timeout outside.

"Then, Put yourself into position over there", she indicated something behind him turning him with a firm hand on his arm.

C looked at what was behind him in the dining room. It was a smooth wooden bench bent in the shape of an arc. It had a large sturdy base and a large hole about three-quarters of the way down. There seemed to be some kind of short wooden stubs at the ends of the arc. It looked very heavy and very expensive. He did not quite comprehend the position that Sneha was asking of him. He dimly turned in the direction of the contraption and stared it blankly.

"Oh geez", Sneha exclaimed as she wrapped her fingers around C's dangling penis as though gripping a tennis racquet, squeezed for a moment and pulled him along with it towards the wooden device. C stumbled behind her with a quick look at the other women to see if they had caught Sneha's actions. They were all watching Sneha's hand with bright smiles.

When they got close to the bench, Sneha let go of the captive organ with a jerk. She gave it a quick look before pointing at the wooden stubs on one end of the bench. "Stand on here and bend over the bench, don't worry, it will be comfortable". She then cupped her husband's scrotal sac with her palm completely and indicated the hole in it, "and put these into the hole".

C dumbly moved to stand on the flat wooden pieces at the base. His genitals could not quite reach the hole as it was a bit too high. It was a testament to his state of mind that he took a hold of both his penis and testicles and tried to lift them and place them into the hole.

Sneha giggled, "no, genius. Raise your feet so you're standing on tiptoes and lie across the arc. The other stuff will fall into place"

All the women burst out laughing. "Is he as bad in finding the right position in bed?", Kajol asked.

"You have no idea. If I don't guide him in right even after all these years, he would never find it".

C had managed to position himself now. Without being told he took hold of the bars at the other end of the arc. Even more blood rushed into his already red face as Sneha blithely talked about how he needed to be guided during sex. It had all happened too fast for him to understand.

"What were his wife's friends doing standing against the wall looking at him with a delighted expression for?"

"Why was Rani standing on the other side holding that cane against the side of her leg?"

"He seems to have given up fighting it finally", Shilpa thought as she watched C's genitals dangle through the hole.

The women moved quickly, Rani took off the dupatta she was wearing and tied his hands together. She then tied the soft cloth firmly to the wooded bar. C felt Rani's hair brush across his cheek as she knelt in front of him and tied his hands with soft cloth. He could felt hands binding his ankles similarly to the steps at his feet. When Rani was done, she looked up and gave him a brilliant smile. He felt another soft cloth being tied around the center of his back to hold him down against the wood. It was soft like a woman's garment but he did not know what exactly it was.

Sneha walked up in front of him and lifted his face up with her fingers.

"I'm glad you decided to come around to my point of view, C. I really like you and would have hated to have our marriage end", she held his gaze.

"I'm going to let Rani punish you since she has suffered such mental agony at your hands. It is only fair that I hand you over to her to let her do as she pleases", she nodded at Rani who was waiting expectantly for this moment.

"Why was he lying on this bench butt naked and tied helplessly, his body conforming to the arc shape of the bench?"

Rani walked over to the nude man quivering on the bench. She looked at his body bent over the arc, completely naked to do with as she wanted. She had watched him as he had naively scooped up his genitals in his hands and tried to insert them into the hole. As comical as the sight was, she found it so very cute that she wanted to hold him tight and kiss him on the lips. She stood behind him admiring the shape of his buttocks, the taut muscles of his back and his strong legs.

"This is so much more exciting than a secret office affair", she thought to herself as she placed her fingers on his upturned buttocks and took hold of a chunk of flesh.

"How do you like your buttocks being pinched, C?", she pinched the flesh held captive in between her fingers.

"How does it feel to be treated like an object, C?" she pinched the flesh again but this time pulling it away from the cleft of his buttocks to expose his sphincter. She held that position for a few seconds as she admired the sight. She could see his dangling penis on the other side of the bench from where she was standing.

"How do you like to be treated like an object that is defined by just this?", she aimed for the large birthmark on the penis and gently tapped with the cane to watched it swing. She was impressed with how heavy it felt against the cane.

"Time to have some fun", Rani thought as she let go of his butt and took a step back, moving the cane into her right hand.

She placed the cane at the nape of his neck lightly and then slowly drew it down through the cleft in his back. she could feel his body shuddering and squirming as the light touch of the tip tickled him. She paused a little as the cane came closer to the raised buttcheeks to look at the other women, he was pushing unconsciously against his bonds now. She slowly continued the cane's movement into the crack of his buttocks as the cheeks started twitching involuntarily. She waited for the telltale sign of the cane dipping slightly and when it came, she knew it was resting right on his anus. She applied a gentle pressure to push the cane inside a small distance and began to twist the cane slowly using her fingers. The effect on C was electric, his legs tensed together and he gripped the bars harder.

"Do you think a woman's body is a sex object that you can play with at will, C?", she asked the twitching man. "Answer me now!", she snapped.

"N-n-n-n-n-o-oooooo", C was unable to form a coherent thought as he felt the cane continue to turn in his nether hole stimulating his nerve endings.

"Isn't your favourite joke that one about how a woman is a life support system for her breasts?", she continued to torment him. She had walked in on their male co-workers joking in the kitchen once.

"N-n-n-oooo", C said yet again. He wished she would stop rotating the cane against his most intimate body part. She was rubbing it in his face that she held so much power over his body and she could toy with it at her will.

"Don't lie to me, C. Look at your current situation before you decide to make it worse"

"y-y-ess, but it was only a joke, I don't think like that", he managed to stammer out.

He felt the cane being removed from the orifice of his body and felt a sense of relief. Scarcely had it sunk into him totally before he heard a loud swish and then "THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCK".

The cane bit into his buttocks square in the center as Rani's hand bought it down with perfect aim. His whole body tensed and strained against the cloth holding his body down as he tried to get up only to be firmly held down by them.

The women watched with fascination as a red line developed across the center of his butt. C was straining his feet against the cord, not with a hope of escaping but as a reflex against the spreading pain but it was to no avail.

"Only a joke?! You think women's bodies are solely for your pleasure and to be made fun of?" THWAAAAAAAAAACCKKKKKKKKKKK, the cracking sound reverberated across the room as Rani slammed the cane into the hapless flesh. C's buttocks thrust out towards her immediately in a lewd fashion as soon as the cane impacted.

"mmmmppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaah", a tortured sound escaped from C's lips as he twisted his head in the direction of the women and expelled his breath. His hands moved involuntarlily in the direction of the pain but they were held fast. His hips slowly went back to being pressed against the wood as his pain reduced from its peak.

Rani had aimed succesfully for a spot just below the first red line and watched with calm satisfaction as the parallel lines developed across the skin.

She did not wait, she wanted the pain and helplessness to be seared into C's brain so he would stay obedient and docile for a long time to come.

"I'm expecting an answer, don't make me angry", she tapped the cane against the top of his buttocks.

"I'm real-l-l-l-ly sor-r-r-ry", C managed to stammer in between gasps of breath.

"Sorry about ...", C felt the tapping stop, "WHAT!"

THWAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK, Rani punctuated her last word with a severe slash of the cane. C's head bucked up, his hands were pulling desperately against the cloth so much Rani was afraid he would cut himself. His legs were now twitching on their own, beyond his control. Rani had aimed and succefully delivered the blow at the bottom of his buttocks, just above his thighs.

It took more than a minute before C could control his body of his own voilition again. Sneha began to get a little worried about C at this point. She didn't want to damage him in any way, she thought of what Juhi had said "There is very little chance of any damage to his body, the genitals are safe on the other side of the bench.", she had said as she indicated the hole in the bench. She couldn't deny that she was begining to get aroused at this caning although she wished she was the cause of C's writhing instead of Rani but her friends had told her they would teach her slowly using their own husbands as subjects. Today's events had to be perfect to mould C into what they wanted.

"What are you sorry about?" Rani asked, barely able to conceal the excitation she felt at caning the man she had thought about for years.

"I'm..m..mm sorry for making such j-j-j-okes", C had to use all the willpower he had to focus his thoughts and form a reply so as not to upset Rani any more and avoid more pain. He was sorely mistaken for Rani wasn't whipping his butt because she was upset.

"It's not about jokes, C", Rani had note of exasperation in her voice now.




She punctuated her last three words with a resounding whip of the cane into the buttocks of the man who was at her mercy.

C lost all control over his body at this stage. He felt all the breath in his lungs leave him and a fire spread throughout his body. He twitched and convulsed against his bonds which held him fast. Not caring at that point that his wife's friends were watching, he broke down into sobs and did not even try to stem the tears that were rushing down his face. He did not care that his genitals flopped and bounced about as his body spasmed and put on a show for the women standing next to him.

Rani moved a little to the side so she could see see her subject completely. She did not intend to deliver any more strokes anyway. "What's an office affair compared to this?", she thought as she watched the tears coming out of C's face. She looked at the way his buttocks were twitching outside of his control and pressed her thighs close together to relieve some of the throbbing she felt between them.

"Too bad we can't have the men serve us between our legs today, that would have been too much for Sneha to handle", she thought as she replaced the cane in the closet and came back to stand alongside Sneha.

The women decided to let him stay in that position until he had more control over himself. They watched him as he quited down slowly and then went back to the comfortable sofas to let him recover from his experience.

It was over fifteen minutes later that C fully regained control over his thoughts and take stock of the humiliating ordeal he had undergone. He felt a deep sense of remorse and wretchedness for himself that he had let his wife down and had to suffer punishment like this. He decided he would be on his best behavior to keep his wife happy and give her full control over his life. He felt a deep sense of devotion to her, knowing inside him that whatever she did would be right for him. He relaxed all the muscles in his body and let his head and body rest fully on the bench. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about the day.

He opened his eyes when he heard voices around him. He looked up as much as his bonds would allow him and saw the smiling face of Rani, the woman he had lusted after for so long. He now felt a profound respect for her and averted his gaze immediately. His eyes fell on familiar shoes and he realized he was looking at the shoes which his wife had used to slap him. He saw the shoes move and disappear from his view as they moved to his side.

Sneha took a firm hold of her husband's penis hanging limply through the hole in the bench with her slim fingers. She moved her fingers up until her fingers wer curled around it just below the head. She then used her index finger and thumb to push the foreskin up exposing the head to her friends. They were leaning against the wall hoping the day was not yet over. It was all up to Sneha though.

"See what happens when you think with this instead of your brain, C?", she asked.

C just whimpered back. He agreed wholeheartedly but could not quite form the words required to express it.

"I'm going to let you free now, C. But only if you promise you will seek everyone's forgiveness here. Rani for not busting your ass to Mr.Lear, me for breaking my trust, Shilpa, Juhi and Kajol for their help in convincing Rani to not go public with the tape. You owe your life to all of us here and you had better make us believe it. If not ...", she let her words trail away.

C struggled hard to say "Yes-s-s-s, I promise, Sneha"

"Good boy!", Sneha patted his buttocks gently, noting the neat parallel lines inflicted by her friend and looking at C for the wince. She looked questioningly at her friends who smiled approvingly and moved forward to untie the bonds from his legs and hands.

When the last bonds were undone, Kajol and Juhi helped C up from the bench and held his arms to steady him. Kajol was enjoying herself as she held the trembling man up. He was totally unaware of his body and his jiggling genitals as he strugged to steady himself. She put her arm around his hip and gently nudged him in the direction of the sofa.

C hobbled to the sofa held between the two women. The feeling eventually came back into his legs and he was able to take his own weight eventually. He felt a desperate urge to rub his backside with his palms and rid himself of the burning sensation within but his hands were being held by two women and he had no strength in his mind and body to complete the act. When they eventually reached the sofa, Juhi positioned him in front of his wife and asked him kindly "You think you can stand by yourself, C?".

C just nodded slightly. The two women left him there after making sure he could indeed stand on his own and went to sit down by their friends. C's hands immediately moved to try and rub the fire out of his buttocks.

"Stop that and look at me for now" Sneha's tone had changed.

C forced himself to keep his hands by his side and look at his wife.

"I want you to kiss each of my friends' feet for helping you out. If you convince them all to forgive you, then I will believe that you have indeed turned over a new leaf and your public life will be back to normal. I will then allow you to rub your buttocks and get some relief"

C resigned himself. He deserved all the punishment he had been made to undergo. He really wanted Sneha to give him another chance and get on with the good life he had. It was his foolishness and lack of respect that had bought him to this state and he had to make amends for his behavior.

He knelt down before Kajol, felt the carpet against his knees and bent his head towards her feet. He kissed it with as much sincerity as he could muster and asked "Kajol, Thank you very much for talking to Rani about this.", he lifted her foot with his hands and kissed it near the base of her toes. He felt the cold metal of her anklet make contact with his forehead.

Kajol paused a moment enjoying the sight of the nude man at her feet, "that's alright. Be a good boy and don't let Sneha down again. Do whatever she asks of you and I forgive you"

C looked up to Sneha for approval and when she nodded he moved to the next woman. Shilpa was sitting with her legs crossed as usual. He rose up slightly to the level of her right foot. Shilpa wanted to humiliate him just a little bit more; as he moved to take her foot in his hands she moved her foot away forcing him to follow her foot. He took hold of it and asked for forgiveness again.

Shilpa gave him the same approval that Kajol had given.

C moved on to Rani on his knees, he felt his face burning as he looked at Rani's feet. She had whipped him soundly and he was now thanking her. He had hoped to see her beautiful body and enjoy it in private but she was the one sitting calmly while he knelt naked at her feet.

"Thank you, Rani for not telling Mr.Lear about me. Please forgive me, I promise never to act like that again", he then bent his head and kissed her foot.

Rani felt the wetness of his lips and nudged him up gently with her toes. "I did it for Sneha, C. I hope you will behave yourself in the future and do as Sneha tells you to. Now go on to Juhi", she pointed to Juhi's feet.

C then moved on his knees to the last woman he had to beg foregiveness from, Juhi. He put his hands on either side of her foot and bent forward.

Juhi was too kind to let C suffer any more than he already had. She got up and helped C up by his arms. C stood up from his kneeling position not daring to look into her eyes. Juhi then put her arms around the naked man and hugged him tightly to her body. C felt a wonderful sense of warmth as Juhi's body enveloped his. He could feel her large breasts push against his bare chest and her soft hands wrap around his back. She pulled him to her forcing his penis up into the folds of her saree. C felt for a brief moment as though she were shielding his nudity and shame from the public eyes of all the others. He felt a heartfelt sense of gratefulness towards the kind Juhi at her gesture. She let him go and said to him in a soft voice "Be a good boy, listen to what your wife says and all will be well". She wiped his tears off with the tip of her saree and pointed him gently in the direction of Sneha.

C stood naked and his eyes brimming with tears in front of his wife. "I'm sorry Sneha, I promise to listen to what you say. I would really like us to stay married".

She relented, her voice softening and her body relaxing, "Ok, C. I believe you for now. You may rub your bottom if you wish".

C murmured a thank you at being given permission and proceeded to rub his red buttocks furiously. The rapid rubbing eased his pain a little. He kept his eyes down, unable to look at the women from whom he had to beg forgiveness and permission to ease his aches. The women enjoyed the sight immensely. When they heard the murumured thank-you they realized C had been broken in completely. He had actually begged forgiveness and seeked permission to ease his pain from the very women who had caused it.

Sneha got up and held his face between her hands. She kissed him full on the lips inserting her tongue forcefully into his mouth as she cupped her hands around his bare buttocks. Eventually she let him go and turned him around in the direction of the bench, "Get back there and resume your position. don't worry, there is no more punishment for you as long as you behave".

C walked back to the bench slowly. He could feel the women's eyes on him as he walked back. He reached the bench, stood on tiptoes on the bars and inserted his genitals through the hole perfectly this time. He let his full weight rest down on the bench with an air of resignation and closed his eyes to contemplate the evening's events. Eventually he felt a hand touch the blistered skin of his buttocks and immediately a cool sensation spread out dulling the fiery pain that had not stopped for a long time. C did not know who it was, but he could feel two distinct hands on his naked flesh. He would have gotten aroused under any other circumstances at the feel of the two feminine hands on his skin, but this time he only felt an intense gratitude.

The pain eventually receded to a more tolerable level. C heard Juhi's voice as though in a dream, her hand resting on his back now, "I hope that feels a lot better for you now, C. You just lie here for a while and I will take you back after some time. Sneha is going to have some new playmates for now. She would like you to meet them later." She patted his buttocks affectionately before moving away. He never knew who the other woman was.

It was thirty minutes before he felt the same hands touch his shoulders. The pain had almost receded and he felt he would feel it only when he sat down. He heard Juhi's kind voice again, "Come on C, Sneha would like you to meet her new freinds".

She helped him up gently, watching him pull his hips back to free his genitals from the hole awkwardly. She held his hand as he steadied himself and looked into his eyes. She placed the glass of water in his hands and watched him drink from it gratefully.

"Are you feeling ok now, C?"

C nodded silently.

She took his arm with her left hand and wrapped her right arm around his waist, holding the flesh just below his ribcage as she gently propelled him in the direction of the voices coming in from the living room. C walked back in a daze helped along by Juhi.

He was stunned as he saw the sight in front of him in the living room. He had survived several shocking events that evening but the sight in front of him shocked him even more and caused his mouth to go dry.

There were three men standing in front of the seated women, all as stark naked as he was. They were standing close, their bare shoulders almost touching, right in front of his wife. His wife held the cane in her hand and the other end of the cane was holding R's penis up as she looked at it.

C was taken aback by the unabashed joy seen on Sneha's face as she contemplated the male organ she was controlling. She had always acted as though she did not like to see them in the movies, calling them gross. The expression of happiness on her face now was totally contrary to that.

As they came closer to the group, Juhi maneouvered C with gentle pressure on his body into a position close to the other men. She made him stand close to the man on the end of the nude line, gently nudging and pushing him until he was as close to him as the man on the other end.

"So, when you get erect, does this point up straight towards the ceiling?" Sneha lifted the captive organ with the cane and held it flat against the man's stomach.

"Or does it go only halfway?", she lowered the cane slowly until the penis was pointing at a fortyfive degree angle from his stomach.

C was struck by how much Sneha seemed to enjoy toying with the other man. He did not look at the other naked men directly but could see Sneha's hand move and hear her delighted voice.

"Forty-five degrees ma'am", he replied.

C felt a shiver run through him as he heard the "ma'am"

"And how long does it get when you're fully erect", she moved the cane in a circular motion around the organ causing it to flop around.

"I-i-i don't know ma'am. I've never meausured it"

"There's a fun idea for the next potluck", Kajol giggled.

Sneha turned to C finally, "How are you feeling, C?"

"Much better now", and after a slight pause without him realizing it, "ma'am".

"Good, now introduce yourself to our mutual friends here. Walk down the line"

Sneha leaned back in the couch and watched her husband stand in front of each man and introduce himself. "That should teach you to lay off the lesbian jokes", Sneha thought as she watched how uncomfortanble C was as he shook hands with each of the naked men. He did not meet anyone's gaze for more than a fraction of a second.

"Ok, everyone. Party's over for today. We will let you know the next one will be held as soon as possible", Kajol announced once C was done and came back to stand in line in his previous position.

"Retrieve your clothes from the rack and bring them here. Get dressed in front of us", she ordered.

The men trooped off giving the women a nice eyeful of naked backsides as they retrieved their clothes from the closet and came back to stand in front of them, the clothes clutched in their hands like prized possessions.

Kajol let the moment play out for as long as she could while the women ran their eyes over all the male bodies waiting expectantly for the final order that would put an end to their ordeal.

"Ok, boys. Walk out to the cars and put on your clothes after getting inside", she watched their faces knowing that she'd store the priceless expressions for a long time while her friends chuckled.
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Story Name: Foot Boy
Author: DrJR

Part 1

This is a true account of how I became the foot/shoe/boot slave to a very attractive young lady. The lady in question was the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught.

I am a 62 year old, retired college professor. I have a PhD in Communications and had taught at the university level until my retirement, a few years ago. For as long as I can remember, I have had a desire to be a foot/shoe slave for a beautiful woman.

With that said, I am a very select in the women I wish to serve. I do not feel that all women are superior to men (equal, yes). However, there are a very few women, who because of their beauty and assertive demeanor, deserve to have men at their feet. In another story I shall tell you of my enslavement to my Mistress/wife. This current story is for men who question if it is really possible to become a slave to that woman you see everyday at work; at the supermarket or in your other daily activities.

Debbie was one of those attractive women who always maintained an assertive (not dominant) positive attitude. She was the Assistant to the Dean of Students. Debbie had a radiant smile and was friendly to everyone who came into her office. She made everyone feel comfortable.

At the time of this story she was in her late thirties and I was a younger man in my 50s.Debbie was not just one of the most attractive women on campus, she was one of the best dressed. She always wore suits, dresses or skirts and jackets to work. She then would finish off the look with the sexiest high heel shoes and boots I have ever seen. She drove me insane every time I looked at her. Debbie and I were both married and I would never risk my position at the university with the possibility of a sexual harassment charge. However, my desire, my mission was to be at her feet, licking those shoes and boots.

Most men will understand my next move. I used to find excuses to go into the Dean's office, just to look at Debbie. I retrieved more blank forms, applications and other unnecessary supplies just to be in her presence. Each time, I would manage to get a look at her feet to see what she was wearing. If I may put in a little plug for myself! I am not an unattractive man. I have heard that coeds in my class found me to be nice to look at. I also have a positive mental attitude and feel comfortable around people.

Debbie and I soon found that we enjoyed each other's company. I was very careful and discrete in not coming on to strongly or giving her any indication that I was "hitting on her". After a few weeks, I did start to bring her coffee and ask if there were any errands she needed me to run for her. This was my first, subtle attempt at serving her. I found her to be very open to my requests to help. She always had that beautiful smile. I was visiting her office very frequently for small talk and related college business. We were getting friendly.

I planned my crusade to get at her feet very carefully. It was several months later that I actually started my move. This is my first lesson to men hoping to get at the feet of a real woman. PATIENCE! Take your time. Do not come on as a pervert who wants to jump at the feet of a woman. Make the lady feel comfortable. Get to know her and allow her time to be comfortable around you.

My first move was a legit request on my part to use the Dean's conference room. I was meeting with several of my graduate students and the room was convenient for all of us. I went into Debbie's office and asked if the room was available. She was very friendly but told me that it really was not supposed to be used by other faculty. I took my first risk. I moved along side her desk and slowly genuflected, went down on one knee, and in a faked, humble voce said, "May I please have the key to the conference room"

I was pleasantly surprised by Debbie's reaction. Her face lit up with a huge smile and she said, "Well, since you asked like that. I guess I can let you have the key." She reached in her desk and gave me the key. I purposefully, remained on one knee until she put the key in my hand. Then she blew my mind as she winked at me.

During the next weeks I continued to find reasons to use the conference room and each time I genuflected while asking. I was getting very positive feedback from Debbie, each time. She would smile and give me that flirtatious wink.

Finally, one day she said, "I like seeing a man on his knees" That was the first time, of many, when I actually spotted my pants. It is important to point out the length of time that had transpired from the first time I met Debbie until what happened next. We had become friends, established trust, and had been teasing each other for many weeks. This does not happen over night.

Finally, one day I was back for my routine of asking for the key, still genuflecting. With a smile on her face Debbie said, "What if I say No!" I was pleasantly surprised by her teasing question. I started to ham up a pleading request. "Please, pretty please, can I have the key?"

Debbie was now toying with me. "Sitting back in her chair she said, "Not good enough. What else do you have to offer?"

My mouth was moving and words were coming out before my brain knew what I was saying. "Please let me have the key and I will kiss your feet." After I blurted it out, I could not believe my own ears. Did I really just say that? Time froze as I waited for a reaction. I was fearful that I had over stepped my place and Debbie would be angry with me.

To my shock and pleasant surprise Debbie looked down at me with a smile, raised one eyebrow and said, "That might work. I think I would like that" Debbie was sitting directly behind her desk. She turned her chair so that her legs were at the side of the desk. "You'll have to come over here if you are going to kiss my feet."

For the second time, being with Debbie, I know that I spotted my under pants, I crawled over to Debbie's feet which she had planted on the carpeted floor. She was wearing a pair of black high heel pumps. Without hesitation, I kissed the toe of each shoe. I could feel my body get instantly hot as my lips touched the shiny leather of her shoe.

Her voice broke my trance," Well, you haven't asked me anything yet. First ask the question, and then kiss my feet. I regained my thoughts and asked, "May I please have the key to the conference room?"

"That's better. Now you are supposed to kiss my feet, after you ask permission."

Once again, I lowered my head to her feet and kissed the toes of each shoe. I could taste and smell the new leather fragrance of her shoes and I was getting intoxicated. I felt the keys hit the floor near my face. "Good boy! Now you can use the room.' I quickly picked up the keys and left the room hoping that Debbie could not see the large bulge in my pants. I noticed a big smile as she, once again, winked at me.

After that first submissive kiss on the toes of her shoes, my role as her foot/shoe/boot slave was established. We were both very discrete and careful. We did not play every time I came to her office but when she knew that she was alone and the Dean was not in his office, she would play with me. The best part was she began to initiate the foot/shoe/boot worship.

Every time I asked to use the room, and I was asking a lot. She would respond "You know the rules. If you want to use the conference room, you kiss my feet and I will consider your request."

Each time I would kneel along side her desk, kiss her shoes and she would drop the keys on the floor. These first encounters only lasted a few seconds. I was not at her feet for any length of time. Still, it made me very excited and I could tell that Debbie enjoyed every minute.

I decided that it was time to stretch the envelope and see what Debbie would allow. My goal was actually to lick her shoes, not just kiss them. The next time I had the opportunity to kneel and kiss her shoes for the key. I took a risk. While on my knees I told her that I noticed that her shoes were dirty and not fitting for a woman of her beauty. I was shocked at her reaction.

"Well, do something about it. Clean them."

I played dumb and asked for tissue from her desk to clean her shoes. At that moment, Debbie showed me a dominant side of her that excited me. She looked down at me and said, "Use your tongue. You can lick them clean for me. You know that's what you want to do. Isn't it?"

Totally embarassed I answered,"Yes, Ma'am".

"Well what are you waiting for? Lick my shoes clean."

With that she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. Bringing her one high heel inches from my face, she looked at her shoe, "You're right, they do need a cleaning. Be a good boy and clean them for me. I want to watch you lick my shoes."

My heart was beating so fast I was sure that Debbie could hear it! I had just been told by a gorgeous lady to lick her high heel shoes.

I carefully positioned myself in front of Debbie's chair, on my hands and knees and slowly ran the tip of my tongue across the tip of her shoe. I could feel myself getting sexually excited. I continued to lick the shoe when Debbie spoke.

"Do a good job. Don't miss any spots. Make them shine for me" Debbie was looking down, inspecting the job I was doing.

I have always said it is one thing to lick the shoes of a lady who lets you but more exciting when a lady wants you to lick her shoes and gives orders. I was in my glory. I looked up at Debbie as I continued to lick her shoe and she had a smug smile on her face.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am" I responded.

"Good" So am I. I think from now on I will have you clean all my shoes at work"

I had achieved my goal. I was licking the shoes of a beautiful woman and she just announced that she expected more of the same adoration. I continued licking Debbie's shoe as she looked down at me from her chair. I soon became convinced that she was a Dominant Woman just waiting to find the right man. She took total control.

"Be sure you get the heel and the bottoms of my shoes. If you are going to do a job, do it right"

Debbie extended her foot and raised it so the sole of her shoe was in front of my face. I held the back of the shoe and ran my tongue up the entire length of the bottom of her shoe. I continued until the entire sole was wet from my tongue. I lovingly performed this degrading act while looking into the eyes of this Goddess.

"You look good licking my shoes. I think we found your calling in life.I guess from now on instead of calling you Dr ______, I will just call you foot boy or slave'

Even her verbal humiliation was exciting to hear. Debbie had just made me her personal foot boy/slave and I was the happiest man in the world.

After holding her shoe in front of my face, watching me lick the bottoms, Debbie repositioned herself in her chair and presented the other shoe.

"I do have two shoes. This one is getting jealous. Lick it for me, Foot Boy,"

Debbie slid down a little in her chair and I could see that she relaxed as I licked the entire surface, top and bottom of the second shoe.

"MMM, this is better than getting a massage. I could get use to this.Don't stop!"

I looked up into those gorgeous eyes as my tongue danced across the bottom of her shoes. Debbie owned me and she knew it.

I served as Debbie's foot boy/slave for several years. We were always discrete and careful. There never was any sexual involvement. I never worshipped her above her ankles except to kiss her hands.

There were days and weeks when we did not enjoy our Mistress/slave relationship because the Dean's office was busy. But every chance we got, I was at her feet, licking her shoes and boots and kissing her feet and sucking her toes. She called me "Foot Boy" every time I came in to her office. I was in my glory.
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Story Name: Foot Boy
Author: DrJR

Part 2

I was pleased with the response that I received from individuals who read Part I of my true account of how I became a foot/shoe/boot slave to the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught.

Her name is Debbie and she still works for the same university but has been promoted to a new position in administration. Since retirement, I have returned to the university, on several occasions, to fill in for colleagues on leave and was lucky enough to rekindle the "foot boy" relationship that I had with Debbie. She readily admitted that she missed me when I retired and was enjoying her new dominant role. She was thrilled to have me back at her feet. Part II continues....

After that moment when I licked Debbie's shoes for the first time, I was mesmerized with her; her feet and her footwear. She was a stunningly attractive lady and to be able to serve as her foot slave was an honor. I know that other men on campus, including students, found her to be attractive and now I was the one licking her shoes. That first day I licked her shoes is still embedded in my mind. The taste of the leather on my tongue and the memory of her words, "From now on I think I will have you lick all my shoes at work", made my head spin. On that day, I think Debbie made a major transformation from a beautiful, professional business woman with a husband to a Domme with a foot slave. It was obvious that Debbie was finding pleasure in having a man, prostrate at her feet, licking her shoes. As I licked her shoes I would look up from the floor and I could see an obvious smile and look of contentment. Debbie was enjoying this.

That first time I licked her shoes, Debbie was wearing a pair of dark blue, high heel pumps with about a 4 inch heel. The leather was very soft and I could feel her toes through the leather as I licked the top of the shoes. Debbie had thin ankles and her feet looked stunning in the shoes. There actually were some dirt spots on her shoes and I became excited realizing that I was truly cleaning her shoes with my tongue. Her words kept me excited, "Good boy. Get my shoes nice and clean."

That first day, I licked her high heels for only about five minutes but it was sexually exciting. I kept looking up at Debbie as I ran my tongue over the surfaces of her shoes. The excitement increased when she told me to lick the bottoms of her shoes. In her soft, sweet voice she told me to, "Be sure you get the heel and the bottoms of my shoes. If you are going to do a job, do it right." Debbie was already toying with me on my first day as her shoe licker. She flexed her ankle so that the bottom of her shoe presented itself to my tongue. I loving licked the dirt off the sole of Debbie's shoes.

It was Debbie who called an end to that first shoe worship session. She pulled her shoe away from my mouth and announced, "OK, that's enough. I have work to do and can't just sit here all day watching you lick my shoes.' She made exaggerated movements as if examining her shoes and the tongue job I had just performed. "Not bad, for the first time. You will have to do better if you want to continue being my foot boy. Now get out of here. I have work to do."

I picked myself from the floor and I could see Debbie look at the bulge in my pants. She smiled. "Well, I guess we can say that you enjoy licking my shoes. Good, because I intend to have you tongue cleaning all my shoes." I left the office with my head still spinning.

The next day I was excited to see Debbie wearing another pair of high heel pumps. These were black with an open toe. The heel was again about 4" in height. The first two times that I entered her office, that day, she was busy with students and other staff members wanting her attention. She was the consummate professional, handling all of her duties without any teasing or even acknowledging me except for a friendly, "Hello." I walked around her desk just so that I could peek at her shoes. I became excited just thinking that I might be licking those shoes. That morning seemed like the longest day of my life. Each time I walked past Debbie's office, she was busy. Finally, out of frustration I decided to call her. Just hearing her soft voice on the phone made me excited. I was careful not to get carried away but I did get up the nerve to ask if she could use her foot boy today. She sounded very busy and did not take my lead. She was very professional in her demeanor. She just told me that she was swamped with work and could not talk. I hung up, a little disappointed. I decided that today was not going to find me at Debbie's feet and hoped that our new relationship had not come to an end.

I went about my business in my office; reading research papers; meeting with several students and writing plans for the upcoming week. I was unaware of the time. The phone rang and I looked at my watch. It was 3:45. The voice on the other end surprised me. It was Debbie. "Hi, Dean Hancock, is gone for the day and I have no scheduled appointments. I could use a foot massage." My heart leaped in my throat. Debbie was calling me to ask me for a foot massage. All my fears of her ending our little "game" were unnecessary.

"I can be there in five minutes", I blurted out.

"No! Slow Down! I still have work to do. Come over around 4:45. I'll see you then."

Debbie hung up and I could feel myself getting exciting. I could see myself licking her shoes and I loved the idea. I waited until 4:45 and then made my way to Debbie's office. The corridors were empty. Most of the undergraduate students had finished classes for the day and the grad students were in their 4:30 classes. When I entered Debbie's office, she was standing by the file cabinet, returning folders. She looked stunning. She was wearing a black pinstripe suit; white blouse with an open collar; pearls and of course those beautiful, open toe, black pumps. I wanted to throw myself at her feet and start licking her shoes but I controlled my urges. Debbie was friendlier and had a nice smile on her face. She greeted me with a simple, "Hi"

I tried to be discrete when I closed the door behind me. I was hoping that Debbie would not tell me to leave it open. The door clicked and she did not say anything. She was involved in filing folders. With my back to the door, I quietly turned the lock. We were now in a locked office. I turned around and just stared at the beautiful goddess standing in front of me.

"This has been a day from Hell. I could use a stiff drink but one of your foot massages would do nicely." Debbie's soft, feminine voice made me feel relaxed.

I walked over closer to her but knew that I wanted to be at her feet. I took a chance.

"I know when I am in the presence of royalty." With my attempt at humor I got on my knees and extended my arms over my head with my forehead to the floor. "You slave is here to serve you." I could tell by her voice that Debbie liked my submissive position.

"You're cute" was her only response.

I decided to continue my role play. "May I kiss the shoes upon your feet?"

"You're also crazy." I could tell by the smile in her voice that Debbie was enjoying my little game.

"Well, may I? I looked up into her beautiful eyes.

"Yes, you may."

I crawled closer to Debbie and planted a kiss on the toe of each shoe. Her serious, professional demeanor from earlier in the day melted and Debbie's voice was playful and teasing.

"Very nice, foot boy. You know how to make a woman feel good."

I sat up on my knees and looked in to the gorgeous eyes of this goddess. She was in a playful mood.

"Your shoes are soiled and not befitting your regal body. May I tongue polish your shoes for you?" At this point in our new relationship I was initiating all the actions but this was soon to change as Debbie realized that she enjoyed her Domme lifestyle. I could tell that Debbie was not uncomfortable with a man at her feet and she was enjoying the new power that she had over a man.

"Sure! Why not" With that, Debbie extended her right shoe. I lowered my head and lovingly ran my tongue over the surface of her beautiful pump. The feel of her leather on my tongue caused an instant erection. I could sense Debbie standing over me while I began to lick her shoe. After a few licks across the top and sides of her shoe, I kissed her foot. Debbie took her shoe away from my mouth and kicked me, lightly, with the side of her shoe on my face. I was pleasantly surprised and thrilled by her action.

"I didn't give you permission to kiss my feet. You asked to lick my shoes. Keep to our agreement. Do a good job and maybe, you will earn the honor of kissing my feet." Debbie was now playing with me and I loved it. I knew that I had found the right woman to make my Domme. She placed her shoe back under my mouth and simply said. "Lick!" I continued to lick her high heel pump. I was excited to be controlled by Debbie. She was in a playful mood and I loved it. I licked the entire surface of her shoe and strained my neck to get around to the back of the heel. Debbie did not move an inch to help me. She remained planted firmly in her spot and I moved around the floor to get to the back of her heels.

"The bottom of your shoe is also dirty. I should clean that as well."

"How do we do that? I am not sitting down, like the last time" I could see that Debbie was naïve about foot/shoe worship.

"Let me show you. I lay on my back and instructed Debbie to stand close to my face. "Just hold your shoe over my mouth." I could sense a little embarrassment. I assured her that it was OK. Debbie walked up to my upturned face and placed her left high heel near my ear. She lifted her right foot and held her shoe over my mouth. I held the heel of the shoe with my hand and began to lick the sole of her shoe as I looked up into her eyes. I loved the position because I could look up into the eyes of the goddess as I licked the dirty bottom of her shoe. Debbie had a nervous smile on her face. I could tell that she was enjoying her dominant position over me.

"I am going to hold out my tongue. You can wipe the bottom of your shoe across my tongue." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Debbie rested the bottom of her shoe on my tongue and then made several slow passes with her shoe on my tongue, applying pressure against the blade of my tongue. The sole tasted different than the smooth leather of the top of the shoe. I lay still as Debbie continued to wipe the bottom of her shoe across my tongue. She supported herself by holding on to the file cabinet. Finally, I moved her shoe a little, raised my head, opened my mouth and inserted her heel in between my lips. I closed my lips around the spiked heel and began to suck on her high heel.

"Boy, you are really enjoying this." I was a bit embarrassed that Debbie was discovering my strong shoe fetish. I was in my glory. Debbie caught on quickly and began to pump the heel in and out of my mouth, all the while looking down at me with a smile, watching my work. I knew that was when I spotted my underpants. At one point the entire heel was inside my mouth.

"I don't want to hurt you." Debbie was actually concerned about my well being.

"Don't worry. I am fine.' I continued to look up into Debbie's beautiful eyes from my lowly position on the floor under her shoe. I continued to suck her heel. After a time, I stopped.

"Your other shoe is getting jealous" I was teasing with Debbie.

"That's right we have to be an equal opportunity employer." With that, Debbie placed her right foot on the floor next to my ear, straddling my face, and offered the bottom of her left shoe to lick.

"Stick out your tongue." Her words excited me. She was giving me orders and I obeyed this goddess. Debbie began to wipe the bottom of her shoe on my tongue. She made several passes on my tongue and then she placed the heel of her shoe near my mouth and I sucked the heel. Debbie was taking charge. I sucked the heels for several moments.

"OK, you need to clean the tops" Debbie moved the shoe from my mouth and I positioned myself on my knees and licked the top and sides of her shoe as she remained standing, majestically, over me. I licked the entire surface of her beautiful pump.

Debbie toyed with me. "Be sure to get them nice and clean." I ran my tongue over the toe, sides and heels of her shoe, loving every moment. Debbie stood, majestically over me as I tongue polished her shoes. After a few minutes she pulled her shoe from my mouth.

"I am getting tired of standing. I need to sit down' Debbie walked to her chair behind the desk. I followed on my knees. When she sat down, she crossed her legs. "This is better. You can finish your job"

I did not need any more encouragement and crawled closer to Debbie's feet and began to lick the high heel that was dangling in the air, if front of me. Debbie sat back in her chair and allowed me to lick her entire shoe with my tongue. Nothing was said between us as I thoroughly tongue polished her shoe. I looked up from my position on the floor without removing my tongue from Debbie's shoe. Her beautiful eyes were looking down at me with a smile of contentment. When she saw me look up, she winked, puckered her lips in a kiss and simply said, "You're sweet." I was in my glory. I was licking the shoes of a beautiful goddess and she was enjoying my submissive surrender to her.

"Your other shoe is getting jealous.' I looked up into Debbie's beautiful eyes as I spoke.

Without saying a word, she uncrossed her legs and placed her left leg on her right knee. Now, the other shoe was in front of my face. I did not need to be told what to do. I began to lick the shoe with my tongue. The taste of the leather was intoxicating. Again, I licked the entire surface of her shoe, including the sole. Debbie just sat back, silently, watching I was in my glory.

Finally, I initiated my next move. I stopped licking the shoe, looked up at Debbie and asked, "May I remove your shoe and kiss your feet?"

"Yes, you may." Debbie's voice was soft and feminine.

I slowly slipped the shoe off her foot that I was licking. As soon as I touched her foot, I felt the moisture on the bottom of her pantyhose. I gently kissed the top of her foot and then held her foot against my face so that I could feel the warmth and moisture through her silky pantyhose. I looked up and Debbie had her head back on the chair and her eyes were closed. I began to kiss the bottom of her foot when I heard a soft moan come from Debbie. It was obvious that she was enjoying my attention to her foot.
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hey , was just wondering- when are you going to post the "contentment " story?
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Hi ohadkamma5

I will do that after a few days.
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Femdom stories involving Mother, Sister etc maynot be to everyone's liking. But following story is very well written.

Story Name: Racquetball Bet
Author: Unknown

Chapter 1

Just before summer break my sister Lisa and I started playing racquetball for fun and exercise. There was a health club in town just a couple miles from where we lived so once or twice a week we would peddle our bikes and rent out a court and play several games until we were both fairly exhausted and sweating. It was then that we both wished that she had her driver’s license and not just a Learner’s Permit. Lisa was going to be a sophomore in high school next fall but was still shy of the legal driving age by a few months and I was just going to become a freshman; one more year to go in middle school.

This went on through most of May and we both got pretty good at the game. Lisa was a little better I’ll admit – though not to her – but I won my fair share of games too and most were fairly close. Lisa’s edge over me came from a few things I think. She was a few inches taller than I was at five-seven or so compared to my own five-four. She was also in better shape as she was on the school soccer team and in the tennis club – that in itself giving her an advantage as she could really slam the ball and place it in spots that made me have to struggle to return the shot. I on the other hand was more science-minded – AKA ‘Geek’ – and a bit on the skinny side. I was a marathon runner on the school track team though and so had the endurance to keep up with her on the court, sometimes playing for three hours.

Once summer officially started and we were out of school we kicked our games up to three or four times a week. Neither of us had real jobs yet, but Lisa would baby sit for friends of our mother and in the neighborhood while I did things like mow lawns, wash cars and help out with little odd jobs for neighbors to get a little more spending cash. We both still got an allowance too, which helped, but of course also involved us doing most of the chores around the house. Our mother was a loan officer at Citibank and also big into day trading with a knack for it so made a pretty good living and was able to support the three of us well enough. Too, she was happy to see us getting along and getting out exercising so quite often footed the bill for our games.

Seeing the fun we were having, a couple weeks into June our mother decided that maybe she would like to come along and learn the game. “I could do to get backin shape,” she said when she asked us about joining in theatrically doing the ‘Special K Pinch’ for emphasis. Lisa and I both laughed as Mom didn’t have an ounce of fat on her, and in fact was in great shape for being an ‘old lady’ of thirty-five. She ran a couple miles every morning, which I suppose is where I got my love for running, as I would join her on weekends. My friends often ogled her whenever they came around and told me in private how hot she – and my sister for that matter – were. I would moan and tell them they were nuts and perverts but secretly I knew that my friends were right.

As I said, both were in great shape and mom was even an inch taller than Lisa was, so they both towered over me. Our mother was of course a woman so fully developed; though Lisa was quickly coming into her own. They both had brown hair and eyes; mom’s being a bit darker in both counts. Lisa obviously took after our mother while I was my father’s son with long black hair, blue eyes and slight of frame. I often caught Mom eyeing me sadly, then telling me how much I looked like my dad who had died two years earlier from a heart attack.

Anyway, both Lisa and I readily agreed because now we would have a ride to and from the club as neither of us were looking forward to riding our bikes in the heat and humidity of summer. Too, Mom said that if she enjoyed the game and liked the club maybe she would get a membership and then we could play off of her ticket. It was a win, win situation for Lisa and I.

Well, the first few games were kind of awkward. Mom had never played racquetball before, though she said that she used to play tennis when she was younger. We both taught her the ins and outs of the game and we would sort of all three simply hit the ball around until she got the hang of it. Then after the first couple sessions we would pair off with two of us actually playing a game while the third watched from the upper balcony that was separated by plexiglass. This of course was fairly dull for the ‘fifth wheel’.

After a couple weeks Mom was getting better so I suggested that we play two on one. As I said, Lisa was better than I was, and I was still better than Mom so I suggested they pair up and play me as that would even things out. They both thought that, that was a good idea, and it was fun and fairly close most of the time. Lisa scored most of the points for their team but at that point Mom was still a newbie so I could simply hit the ball towards her to win the point. Mom found that a bit annoying but we had declared early on that she could not be called for interference so I used that to my advantage. It was two on one, after all.

By the end of June though, Mom had definitely improved and she and Lisa were starting to win most of our games. They were still close but I really had to work to pull off a win. Too, Mom had discovered how to use the ‘No Interference’ rule to her advantage and all too often she would end up in my way, blocking my shot and I would have to concede the point to her and my sister. It was still good, exhausting fun though and we all had a great time. It was our first game in July when things changed…


It was a Tuesday evening and we were about to start one more set before calling it a night. We were all three sweating and taking a quick water break to cool down when Mom suggested maybe we should make a bet on the outcome of the last three games. Lisa and I both said, “Yeah, okay,” but neither of us knew what to bet – or so I thought. I learned later that Lisa and Mom had been conspiring behind my back and already had a bet in mind as they steered me in the direction they wanted me to go. Neither Lisa nor I had enough money to make it worth her while so Mom said:

“Well, I was thinking that maybe the loser could be the servant of the winners for a week until we have a rematch.” I heard Lisa chuckle as she had caught the reference in how Mom had said what she did; loser and winners obviously meant me and them respectively.

“And just what do you mean by servant?” I asked Mom before guzzling down the last of my water.

“Well, the loser has to do all the house and yard work,” she said with a grin then took a long swallow of water herself. “Plus the loser has to wait on the winners hand and foot for the week and do whatever they say.” Lisa laughed at that.

“Sounds good to me. What about it Jay?” I looked at my sister and mother, both with tanned skin glistening with perspiration. They were both dressed in sports bras and lycra tight shorts and tennis shoes with their long hair pulled back in tails. I could see how my friends all thought they were hot and immediately felt my erection stirring, growing. Being the cocky teenager that I was I had visions of them waiting on me for the next week until we had a rematch.

“Sounds good to me too, but…” I said looking at my mother and sister who were both grinning at that point, “if I lose I’ll be serving the two of you. If I win then the two of you will be serving me but splitting the chores. Doesn’t seem quite fair.”

I saw my mother’s brow wrinkle as she nodded. “Good point. Tell you what,” she said with an ‘as if’ smirk, “you win and I’ll up your allowance by fifty bucks.”

Well that was all it took for me. I agreed, sure that I could beat them no problem and we all shook hands to seal the deal. After a couple more minutes rest with both my mother and sister taunting me over the chores they had in mind; everything from housework to massages, we grabbed our racquets and started the games that would change my life…


The first game was close, or so they led me to believe. I was busting my ass but scoring points and had my sister and mother running around all over the court. I won finally, 18 to 16 and only then by hitting the winning point directly into the corner with a feeble lob that quickly lost momentum and bounced along the floor to roll to a stop under my mother’s sneaker.

“You just want to surrender now?” I mocked taking a sip of water and wiping my face with a towel. My sister and mother just exchanged a knowing smirk. My mother tossed the ball to my feet.

“Serve us, loser,” she said, both of them laughing as I scrambled after the ball. The next two games were a slaughter.

Seems they were taking it easy on me that first game, drawing it out and letting me get cocky. As soon as I served the next game my sister slammed the ball into the corner and my mother stepped in to block my return. I could not call interference, and throughout the game one or the other were blocking my shots so that I could never return the volley. I lost that game 15 to 2.

The next game was even worse. They kept employing their strategy, but my sister got a bit sadistic and started aiming the ball into my backside. She would apologize every time she hit me, and would give me the point but by the end of the game I was covered with burning red welts on the back of my legs and ass. I could hear my mother congratulating her after every point even though I had won it. I lost that game 15 to 9 and sprawled on the floor at my mother’s feet after diving for a shot that was just out of reach.

“Well, this is appropriate,” she said with a mocking laugh as she placed her foot on my chest. My sister strolled up glistening with sweat and they whooped and high-fived at my defeat. I could smell the stench of my mother’s sweat soaked shoes on my chest and wrinkled my nose in disgust. “I’m going to enjoy having a servant for a week.”

“Me too,” my sister echoed dabbing at the perspiration between her breasts with a towel as she looked down on me in triumph. “This is gonna be fun.”

My mother twisted her foot on my chest with a wide grin, nodding in agreement as she dropped her racquet to the polished, hardwood floor. She then stepped off me and headed for the door. “Gather up the equipment and then meet us at the car and be quick about it.” She headed out the door and my sister laughed, dropping her own racquet and hurrying after. As she stepped out the door I got to my feet then started to gather the equipment; the balls, slipping their racquets into their sleeves, getting their towels and water bottles from the corner of the room. I looked up when I heard laughter and saw that there were five people watching from the galleries all smiling and nodding as I went about my first chore. I blushed but gathered the equipment as ordered and hurried from the court.

I got outside and went to the SUV but my mother and sister were nowhere in sight. I stood for almost an hour locked out of the car before they finally came strolling out of the club.

“We decided to have lunch,” my mother said as she hit the electronic key to undo the lock on the car. “Hope you didn’t mind waiting.” I smiled as my erection tented my pants. I opened the back hatch and started loading the bags.

“Of course not,” I said as I dropped the last bag into the back of the SUV. I reached up to close the hatch when my mother stopped me.

“In you go,” she said with a chuckle. “You’ll be riding with the equipment.”

I looked between her and my sister, both wearing wicked grins. I sighed and climbed in with the luggage curling up tightly in the cramped space. Mom waited until I was set then shut the back hatch, locking me in. I could immediately smell the sweat-stained towels that we had all three used and I could hear them laughing as they both got into the front of the car. It seemed and excruciatingly long ride home…


Once at home I was released from the back of the SUV and instructed to bring all of our gear inside. I knew that my week of servitude had begun, so said “Yes, Ma’am,” to my mother and did as I was told. It took me two trips to get the gear inside and when I was finished I found Lisa in the family room kicked back in the recliner and flipping through the TV channels.

“Mom’s taking a shower,” she said barely glancing my way as she surfed the stations. “I’m next. In the meantime you can rub my feet. I’m aching after our games.” She pointed at the floor in front of the chair beckoning me. “Kneel there, loser and take off my shoes.”

I stared at the spot before her that she was pointing too then robotically dropped to my knees in front of her, her sexy feet propped on the recliner’s footrest. I could smell the stench of her New Balance immediately; acid and rank, corn chips and vinegar. I knew that her shoes were old and worn, the leather, rubber and mesh holding every scent. Her foot twirled a bit before my face as she giggled, watching intently to see if I would comply. It was torture, but I would not welch on the bet. Gingerly I reached up and undid the laces, slipping her shoes off of her hot, smelly feet. I gagged at the rank scent that washed over me. Lisa laughed…

“That bad?” she chuckled as she wiggled her toes. “Too bad. Rub my feet, loser.” And I did…


I had been on my knees and rubbing Lisa’s feet for almost 45 minutes before my mother came strolling from the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped about her hair and a terrycloth robe wrapped about her body as she strolled into the room in flip-flops. She laughed outloud to see me on my knees and sniffing and massaging my sister’s smelly feet.

“Well, that looks fun,” she said as she flopped onto the sofa and propped her feet on the coffee table crossing her ankles. She flexed her foot and her black rubber flip-flop slapped her sole.

“He’s good,” my sister said breathlessly as she pulled her feet away from me and got up. “Really good. I hate to stop, but I know I’m reeking. Need a shower…”

With that my sister strolled off towards the bathroom and my mother directed me to her feet. They were soft and pink and smelling sweet after her shower as I took them in hand and started to rub. I heard her moan as I started in, my thumbs pressing into the balls of her feet, my fingers caressing…

“Mmmmn… That’s nice,” she said as she leaned her head back and enjoyed my ministrations. I rubbed her feet for over a half-hour until my sister emerged from the shower and rejoined us. She flopped back into the recliner and my mother said:

“Go shower, loser. You smell like a pig. When you come out you can start on dinner.”

I started to stand but my sister jammed her heel into my nose with a quick kick. I yelped and dropped back to my knees, rubbing my nose and looking at the blood on my fingers. She chuckled…

“Think I would like to see you always on your knees this week, SLAVE. Crawl…”

I bobbed my head after dropping back to my hands and knees. My mother laughed. “Lisa, you’re so wicked.” Lisa chuckled as I scurried off to take my shower…


It felt good to finally get to shower off my own hours of sweat and grime. We had been playing racquetball for a solid couple of hard hours, then the hour that I had spent waiting while my mother and sister had taken ‘lunch’, which in truth was just a leisurely drink and veggie wrap at the club’s snack bar to make me suffer a bit. That was followed by the short ride home- that seemed longer than normal as I was cramped up in the luggage compartment with the other equipment- and finally another hour-and-a-half spent on my knees and rubbing my sister’s and mother’s feet.

I felt filthy as I undressed, wrinkling my nose and holding my breath as I pulled my sweaty tee shirt and spandex shorts off. I caught a whiff of my hands and stuck out my tongue in disgust; the rank odor of Lisa’s smelly feet and socks clinging to my skin. I scrubbed hard in the near freezing water (Mom and Sis had used up the hot of course), but in the end I felt refreshed.

Of course when I got out of the shower I received my next surprise. My own robe was gone from its hook on the back of the door, as were all the bath towels. There was only a single hand towel folded up on top of the toilet seat to dry off with. Surely they weren’t expecting me to serve them naked, I thought as I licked my lips nervously.

“Mom? Where’s my robe?” I called out even as I picked up the towel to dry off as best I could. I saw a flutter of pink float down beside the toilet as Lisa’s voice rang out:

“Mine was dirty so I put on yours.” She laughed, then added, “Don’t worry. I left you something to wear.” I heard both of them laugh at that, and I saw why as soon as I picked up the panties from the floor; pink with white lace and a tiny bow in front. God, I blushed just looking at them and knew that I might as well have BEEN naked for all Lisa’s panties were going to hide. They were soft and cottony and were going to leave little to the imagination.

“Mom…” I called out, “you don’t think maybe this is taking things a little too far?” I had to assume that she knew what Lisa had done, but how could she go along with it?

“Jay,” Mom called after a moment, “you agreed to serve us for the week. It’s just a little harmless fun. Besides, it’s not like we both haven’t seen you naked before. Now, are you going to put the panties on and be a good sport or welch on the bet?”

I sighed. She was right of course. I mean, she WAS my mother after all, and I could not begin to recount all the times Lisa had burst in on me in the bathroom and even my own bedroom, much to my pubescent humiliation. And no, I did not want to back out on the bet. They had beaten me fair and square- sort of- and to the victor, the spoils. That was me I guess. But I had to admit that I was finding it a little exciting as well, and had the swelling boner to prove it.


I heard a slight impatience in my mother’s voice as she used my given name. I had been named Jason after my father but quickly became Jay when I was old enough to talk. Mom was waiting for an answer though, so I swallowed my pride and finished drying off.

“I’ll do it,” I said ruffling the towel through my hair, which apparently muffled my voice as Lisa called out:

“What was that, loser?”

“I said I’d do it!” I yelled back draping the towel over the frosted shower doors.

“That’s ‘Ma’am’ to you, slave,” Lisa corrected.

“Address us properly, and don’t get attitude,” Mom chimed in to which they both giggled.

“Now hurry up and get your little, pantied ass out here. It’s getting late.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I muttered somewhat sarcastically as I stepped into the leg holes of the panties and slipped them up. They were cool on my skin and I had to admit a loft softer than my own briefs. They felt good in fact, though did nothing to hide my erection- all five inches of it.

“And don’t forget to crawl, loser!” Lisa shouted out and both women broke up in laughter again.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said with a sigh and got down on my hands and knees. It took some maneuvering to open the bathroom door but I finally crawled back out into the living room as the volume of their delight doubled…


I flushed red with embarrassment as I crawled into the living room to find my mother and sister pretty much where I had left them. Mom was on the sofa with her feet crossed at the ankles and propped up on the coffee table. She was still in her white bathrobe but she had removed the towel from her damp hair and kicked off her black, rubber flip-flops. Lisa was kicked back in the recliner with her feet up on the footrest and like she said wearing my terrycloth robe. Both women were laughing so hard that they were wiping at tears and holding their stomachs. There was nothing for me to do but kneel there and endure, hanging my head in shame until they got it out of their systems.

It was only when they were winding down when the flash of a camera took me by surprise. Foolishly I looked up and like a deer wide-eyed in a semi’s headlights was caught full in the face by another FLASH!

“Oooo…” I heard Lisa coo. “That’s a keeper.”

“Lisa,” I whined finally turning away trying to blink away the spots oozing through my sight. “Stop it!”


“Good profile,” she giggled. “Got your little stiffy, too, LOL!”

“Stop it…” I groaned turning fully away only to have another shot taken from the rear. Mom must have heard the whine in my voice though.

“That’s enough, Lisa,” she said but I could hear her own giggles wanting to bubble forth. “It’s getting late and he’s got work to do.” I heard Lisa’s heavy sigh but also heard the sound of her setting down the phone. I breathed my own sigh; relief though somehow I knew those pictures would come back to haunt me.

“Turn around, boy.” I shivered a bit at Mom’s words hearing that no nonsense tone again. I shuffled about on my hands and knees and glanced at Lisa’s smirking face before turning my attention fully on my mother. She had one leg draped over the other now with her right foot propped on the edge of the coffee table. She had slipped her flip-flops on again, and the left slapped lightly against the sole of her foot as she bobbed her leg and twirled her ankle. And of course that was all it took to get all of my attention if you know what I mean.

Mom gave me a knowing smirk as she twirled her foot and dangled her thong. She chuckled as my skin heated wondering just how much she did know; how much this was turning me on. I was almost mesmerized watching the movements of her foot; the wiggling of her toes and the way the dark, red polish sparkled in the light, the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of her flip-flop against her sole…

I heard a ‘SNAP’ accompanied by Lisa’s laughter and blinked. I focused on Mom as she was leaning in and snapped her fingers in front of my face again. She started to laugh too at my bewilderment.

“God, he was gone,” Lisa snorted. “What a dweeb!”

“I think he’s just tired,” Mom said with a chuckle as she reached out and ruffled my hair. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I almost whimpered as a shock of excitement shot through me at her touch. Had she scratched me behind the ear right then I think my leg would have started thumping the floor like a dog’s. What the hell was wrong with me?

“Well, we’re almost done for tonight. Too late for dinner, but Lisa and I want a little snack before bed. Those wraps didn’t really fill the bill, so go set the table for us; the leftover chicken will be fine and maybe a bowl of chips.”

“And water,” Lisa added. “Nothing for you though. Slaves don’t eat till their masters are satisfied. Got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said with a hard swallow. I could feel my heart pounding like mad and I was actually starting to sweat from the embarrassment and the excitement. This crazy game we were playing was driving me wild. This was my mother and sister for god’s sake.

“That’s right, Jay,” Mom continued. “Slave’s don’t eat or sleep until all their chores are done.” She leaned back again and smirked. “But we have all week. Tonight we can go easy…” Mom was watching me though, watching as my gaze followed the movements of her foot. I skittered backwards as it suddenly swung towards me.

“Jason. Why are you staring at my foot?” Mom was pointing her toes at me almost accusingly.

“I – “ I squeaked, my voice cracking much to Lisa’s amusement.

“Oh god!” she roared. “He’s a foot freak!”

I clenched my eyelids shut and felt my skin burning again. Was it true? It had to be. God, I was hypnotized watching Mom’s sexy foot swinging and I was stiff as a board.

“Oh, is he?” Mom said knowingly. “Well, let’s find out. Open your mouth, Jason.”

I heard the command in her voice and complied, opening my eyes as well only to see her flip-flop right in front of my face. Mom had angled her foot so that I was staring at the side with the black rubber sandal right under my nose. She was so close that I could smell the flowery fragrance of her body wash again mixing with the scent of the old rubber.

“Take it, slave,” she said and I looked up to see her brown eyes boring into me. Take it off my foot and hold it in your mouth.” Her voice was low and breathy and I could tell that she was getting excited as well. I glanced at Lisa and saw her watching the scene intensely. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, leaning forward…

I gingerly bit into the stale rubber of the flip-flop. When I had a grip Mom raised her toes and allowed me to slide it off her foot. It did not stink, but I could taste dirt and dust on the bottom and grit on my teeth. I could see the imprint of her sexy, dainty foot; black shadow etched into the white insole. Mom wore these all around the house and outside as well I knew. They were old and getting thin in spots, but to me right then and there they were gold.

Mom took a finger and made a show of shoving the sandal a bit deeper, then grinning, leaned back in the sofa recrossing her legs so that her bare foot dangled. She waved dismissively. “Go see to dinner, slave, but keep that flip-flop in your mouth. Call us when it’s ready, and I want to see you on your knees beside the table waiting to serve with my gift still between your teeth when we come.”

I looked up stupidly, afraid to move in fear I would explode but she had turned away, back towards the television, ignoring me now. I looked to Lisa, but she was staring wide-eyed and mouth agape and I could tell that she was wondering what had just happened too. It’s like… all of our lives had changed right then, our darkest secrets revealed.

And I wondered if it was suddenly no longer just a game…
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