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"What is this? Don't irritate me. I don't like all this," she said, and kicked him in the face, hoping to get rid of him, as well as feeling a heavy rush of power in her. She was actually secretly hoping at this point that the young boy would linger on for some more time, so that she can enjoy the humiliation more completely.
Amit backed down a little after the kick. He was still bending low on the ground, a little distance from her. He kept on muttering apologies, as well as repeating his pleas for mercy, which Anita as well as Shilpa were now enjoying, as sauce with their food. He was now their plaything.
Shilpa had a cruel smile on her face. She started, "So, Amit, you would do anything that we ask you to?"
"Yes, Madame. I will do anything that you tell me. I shall be like your slave."
Amit saw a small ray of hope, as he went near Shilpa Madame's feet. Shilpa Madame was sitting cross-legged, her sari touching the ground, and a glimpse of her expensive sandal could be seen beneath it. She liked his answer. It was getting her wet. She let him come near her feet. She also wanted to feel his tear stained face in her feet. Very predictably, Amit came and threw herself at Shilpa Madame's feet.
"Madame, anything. Anything you say."
"Anything, really? How about eating this piece of roti (bread) from the floor?"
Shilpa Madame dropped the half eaten piece of roti in her plate to the ground, and mashed it with her sandals.
"Lets see if you can lap it up," she said in a mockingly loving tone, that one uses with their pet. Amit was desperate. He started lapping up the piece of bread, mixed with the dirt under Shilpa Madame's shoes.
"Choo, choo," Shilpa Madame pointed towards the morsels left at the bottom of her sandals. She called him like a dog. There was a cruel smile in her eyes that was somehow getting Amit wet in his pants. Amit came crawling towards her feet. He lapped up the morsels of bread in her sandals. They tasted horrible, combined with all the dirt from the streets in her sandal. He almost wanted to throw up.
"Good," said Shilpa Madame. She stroked her head with the other sandal.
In the meantime, Anita Madame was seating back and enjoying the humiliation. Now, she put her sandals on the boys face, too. She pressed the sandals on his head, so that his nose was now squashed in the floor. What a feeling of power it gave her! The head of a man squished beneath her feet, and the man obediently suffering, just for her pleasure. She always liked men groveling. She always loved to see petty people like beggars, door-to-door salesman groveling and sucking up to her. But this, of course, was different. Here, it was so physical.
School femdom story Part - 2