Escape in a Female

^{" Hi bharathi are you sure this is only way I could escape the Place " said velan.}

^{" No doubt about it dear.No when will ever suspect you escape in a female disguse.But be careful that you done meet my brother are else you could very well end up being my sister - in - law... Princess Sarah...}

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I obey your order My " Mistress "

I obey your order My " Mistress "

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How to foot fetish - Video

How to foot fetish - Video

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School femdom story Part - 2

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2014/01/school-femdom-story-part-1.html  Part - 1 


Guys Please Read above the link and after read this part 2

"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.

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School femdom story Part - 1

hi slaves and mistresses,,,,enjoy a school femdom story below.....



Anita and Shilpa were teachers in the local convent high school in a small Indian town. They were both in their late forties, youth and beauty fading away, and so were the charms of their ageing husbands. They bonded together really well, having common interests as well as closely related personalities. Shilpa was the richer among them, her husband a rich businessman in the town. 

She used to frequent the city's high social circles, clad herself in expensive sarees and jewellery, even in the most plebeian of settings, and was always dressed impeccably. She was tall, slimly built, and the beauty (and the corresponding confidence) of bygone youth was oozing from her persona. Anita was a the more middle class wife, dressed more shabbily, her hair frequently not done, fatter than her friend, and much shorter. Another characteristic feature was her addiction to paan (betel leaf), which she always used to chew, regardless of time and place.

It was just an ordinary day with lunch on the table. They were engaged in one of their favorite topics of discussion, senior boys in the school, young meat which they so fervently desired to spice up their decaying sex lives.

Suddenly Amit came into the room. Amit was in twelfth standard, a healthy, well hung boy of 19, but a back bencher in the class. English was his special drawback.

"Anita Madame, I have failed in English. The principal says I cannot be promoted without passing grades in English."

"Amit, I remember your paper. It was horrible. There is no way I could have passed you on that one. There is no use crying in front of me. It would have been better if you studied well before the exams".

"Please, Madame, save me. Just a pass grade in English would save my skin. How will I go back home and tell my parents about this? Madame, please. Madame, please."

"Amit, I will not waste more time with you. I have told you once, there is nothing that I can do about it. You may go now".

Amit stood there, his hands folded in prayer. There was a plea for mercy in his eyes. All he could say was

"Please, Madame. Please save me."

He kept on repeating those words, while Anita and Shilpa started eating in silence, hoping that he would stop pestering them if they ignored him. But for Amit, it was a life and death situation. He now bent down on his knees, and fell at Anita's feet. He clasped her sandal-clad feet with her hands, and bowed his head, his forehead touching her sandals. 


Anita could feel his warm tears flowing down her feet, his hands clenched around her ankles in desperation. It gave her a sudden rush of power. It was the power that she often felt as a teacher, while grading her students. The fate of her students depended on a single stroke of her pen. Now, she was feeling it first hand. There was this boy, kneeling down at her feet, completely at her mercy. First, Anita tried to shoo him away. 

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Trampling in college.....Part 5 End

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/12/trampling-in-collegepart-1.html   Part - 1

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/12/trampling-in-collegepart-2.html   Part - 2

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/12/trampling-in-collegepart-3.html   Part - 3
  
http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/12/httpmistressreyana.html  Part - 4 

Guys Please Read above the link and after read this part 5

The girls all climbed off and then took turns jumping on my stomach one by one. This went on for what felt like hours. I never caught my breath. Suddenly Ashley recommended that they all take off their shoes so that they could prolong my torture. The idea was that without their shoes on it wouldn’t hurt so much I guess. 

As the girls took off their shoes they made me kiss there feet one by one. Julie was the last. After I kissed her soft sock covered feet she stood up right on my face. I felt like my nose would surely break at any second. As she stood there she told the other girls to climb up on me and start jumping up and down. 

Ashley was on my chest, Kim on my stomach, and Deborah was on my balls. I was completely helpless with Julie standing right on my face. I couldn’t move. When the girls stopped jumping Ashley and Julie switched places. Then Julie started jumping on my chest as the others watched and laughed. 

Now it was Kim’s turn to stand on my face while Ashley jumped on my chest. Then it was Deborah’s turn to stand on my face while Kim jumped up and down on me.


After all of this the girls still wanted more. I just wanted to die and get it over with. Kim climbed up on the couch where my feet were tied and jumped off right onto my stomach. The other girls thought this was great and immediately did the same. Julie had the idea next to try jumping on me two at a time. 

Julie and Ashley climbed up on the couch, held hands and jumped. I was crushed under their combined weight. I thought I would puke for sure. I could feel my insides being mashed like a banana. Kim and Deborah took their turn and this ritual was repeated many times. 

I started to plead with them forgetting that I wasn’t to speak. Deborah took her soft nylon covered foot and shoved all five toes into my mouth at once. Then, she stood up on only that one foot like a ballerina. I felt her foot slide into my mouth and her toes actually touched the back of my throat. 

She took her other foot and smashed my nose with her soft warm toes to make sure that I couldn’t breathe at all. Kim then went one step further and put her small sexy foot on my throat and then stood on it. I knew I was dead. I couldn’t see any way out of this at all. I passed out from lack of air and panic.


When I finally woke up the girls were all standing over me discussing what to do next. Deborah noticed I was awake and she decided to smother me with her pantyhose covered ass. She sat squarely on my face. She only allowed enough air for me not to pass out. 

As she sat there the other girls took turns stomping, kicking, and trampling me. Kim got off and Deborah took her place. Once again I found my self between the soft ass of a beautiful cheerleader. I felt one of the girls grab me in a scissor hold. I don’t know who it was but when she squeezed I couldn’t breathe. 

All I felt was a pair of soft legs wrap around me a squeeze what air I had left in me out. As one girl squeezed, another would jump on me and the fourth would stomp my rock hard dick and balls. This went on for quite a while until I couldn’t fight any longer and went completely limp. 

I was total exhausted. Kim jumped on me and I didn’t move. Ashley stomped my balls and I only winced a little bit. Deborah kicked my ribs and I lay motionless. Julie then jumped on my stomach and it had no effect. I couldn’t move. I was spent. It didn’t matter what the girls tried they couldn’t get a reaction out of me.

The girls stood around discussing things and trying to decide if they should let me go or not. I was obviously hurt and unable to fight any more. Ashley said she wanted to fuck me before they let me go and the other girls though that was a pretty good idea. Each one stripped naked and stood over me.

 Ashley noticed that my erection had gone away so she proceeded to gentle caress my dick with her soft little foot to make it hard. As she stroked, Julie rubbed her foot on my chest to try to massage some life back into me. Kim and Deborah took turns rubbing their feet on my face. 

I began to enjoy this and did everything I could to keep my dick from getting hard. Ashley stopped rubbing my dick with her toes and started to suck on it with her soft wet mouth. I felt Kim slide her tongue deep into my mouth. That’s all it took. My dick flew into action again.

Ashley slowly lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was very wet and hot. It was a wonderful feeling. Kim decided to add to the pleasure by rubbing her sweet pussy on my face. It tasted great. Ashley was bouncing harder and harder. She had an orgasm and Kim quickly took her spot on my cock.

 Deborah took Kim’s spot on my face. I had an orgasm myself while Kim was thrusting herself on my cock. When she came, Deborah slid onto my dick and Julie sat on my face. Then it was Julie on my face and Ashley on my face. When all the girls were satisfied sexually, they decided that I could leave. I dragged myself to my room and did everything I could to keep from ever seeing those girls again.

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my daughter is here to stay for few days

^{Din really thought that you could took so beautifull when your teacher wanted you to play role of a girl in drama.. you look damn cute in this rose saree with the bangles...}

^{"Happy that i have got a daughter to share my things now on" said my mom}

                    

                               

^{"Mom I thought all these for just one day only" Rajesh.}

^{"No dear, Raji  my daughter is here to stay for few days " mom}

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miss Jackson and her heels

when i was in high school can tell you my first ever time being trampled! In high school, (L.A. area) there were many of us seniors who were 18 and up; we segregated ourselves from the "younger" kids because we though we were really cool (actually we were just not the brightest students). 

 I was rather shy back then, and the girls were usually nice enough to me but didn't include me in their "body games," such as stepping on the stomachs of the older boys who would always be lounging on the grassy campus after school, etc.  There was a student teacher named Miss Jackson whom I was fascinated by.

 She was about 22 and had long brown hair and a killer tan. She usually wore shorts, skimpy tops, and flip-flop sandals, which she would play with under her desk with her bare toes, making me get a lump both in my throat and in my pants!  One day when I was lying on the knoll, being ignored because of my shyness, I saw Miss Jackson approaching, her arms laden with folders.

  "Hi!" she squealed, coming closer. I lifted my head and smiled, and because of my position change, my shirt was riding up to the bottom of my rib cage.  I had closed my eyes against the sun and laid my head back down, when all of a sudden, I felt something strange and wonderful on my exposed tummy. 

My eyes flew open, and oh my gads, it was Miss Jackson, standing with her bare foot on my stomach! I almost died of shock!  "Ooh, Jason, if you stay out in the sun like this you'll get a tan line right here," she cooed as she patted my tummy with her glorious foot. I was speechless and just smiled back at her dumbly. 

Then she lifted her delicate foot and poked my navel with her toes, making me jump. "Oooh, so you're ticklish!" she proclaimed to the several teen-aged girls who were sitting nearby.  Suffice it to say that my popularity increased exponentially from that time on -- if the teacher's aide liked me, I must be something special, or so went the reasoning in high school in those days.

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Miss.Neelam Kaur - My Mistress Part - 5

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/missneelam-kaur-my-mistress.html  Part 1 

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/missneelam-kaur-my-mistress-part-2.html  Part 2

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/missneelam-kaur-my-mistress-part-3.html  Part 3 

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/missneelam-kaur-my-mistress-part-4.html  Part - 4

friends you have read till now...

that how cruel is my maths teacher,how i got punished by her and the batch mate girls and how one of my friends wanted to suffer exactly like me and what he plans for this and what happens in the cabin,,,,i continue from the previous post....so miss neelam ordered me by putting both of her feet on the stomach and chest of vivek ,,,to clean the sandles by tongue like a dog..i was shocked ,,

we never imagined that...but i was forced to do that...as she grabbed my hairs and bent me down forcefully ...my lips were touching her sandles..i was feeling so pathetic..i started crying...and a few tears drops fell on her sandles...she shouted u ass hole...u are making my heels more dirty...now first lick ur tears..i was having no other option..

i put out my tongue and started licking her sandles...my saliva was making her sandles brighter...she got excited...and removed her sandles and inserted her toes in my mouth..and ordered me to suck....this make my penis arouse and now i also started to enjoy..i was sucking her toes like a juicy fruit..her feet aroma was making me to cum....she inserted almost half of her feet into my mouth..

we both were enjoying..she started to rub and press her boobs..i was getting more excited and cummed in my pants...suddenly she came back in her previous mood and removed her foot out of my mouth....now i was a bit relaxed that thank god at least now she may leave us...but it was my misconception as she got some cruel intentions for us,,,,,

Miss. Neelam Story is Completed, Please if you like comment and any suggetions too...

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Miss.Neelam Kaur - My Mistress Part - 4

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/missneelam-kaur-my-mistress.html  Part 1 

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/missneelam-kaur-my-mistress-part-2.html  Part 2

http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/missneelam-kaur-my-mistress-part-3.html  Part 3 

friends you have read till now...

that how cruel is my maths teacher,how i got punished by her and the batch mate girls and how one of my friends wanted to suffer exactly like me and what he plans for this and what happens in the cabin,,,,

i continue from the previous post....so miss neelam ordered me by putting both of her feet on the stomach and chest of vivek ,,,to clean the sandles by tongue like a dog..i was shocked ,,we never imagined that...but i was forced to do that...as she grabbed my hairs and bent me down forcefully ...my lips were touching her sandles..i was feeling so pathetic..

i started crying...and a few tears drops fell on her sandles...she shouted u ass hole...u are making my heels more dirty...now first lick ur tears..i was having no other option..i put out my tongue and started licking her sandles...my saliva was making her sandles brighter...she got excited...and removed her sandles and inserted her toes in my mouth..and ordered me to suck....this make my penis arouse and now i also started to enjoy..

i was sucking her toes like a juicy fruit..her feet aroma was making me to cum....she inserted almost half of her feet into my mouth..we both were enjoying..she started to rub and press her boobs..i was getting more excited and cummed in my pants...suddenly she came back in her previous mood and removed her foot out of my mouth....now i was a bit relaxed that thank god at least now she may leave us...but it was my misconception as she got some cruel intentions for us,,,,,

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Miss.Neelam Kaur - My Mistress Part - 3

Part - 1  http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/missneelam-kaur-my-mistress.html

Part - 2 http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/missneelam-kaur-my-mistress-part-2.html

friends u have read earlier....about miss neelams attitude and her cruel behaviour on me.....now i am going to continue my story ....

after that class treatment...i was very upset..my white shirt was having the sole prints of that girl and my all friends laughed at me some of them even said that hey,,,come on may i have a foot print on your face also. Well a few days i was totally depressed,i was feeling ashamed on facing the class and especially that gal who stepped on my chest..when i have a eye contact to her in class room...she smiles cruelly and points towards once again.

         

once in that lunch break one of my friends vivek..asked me about that matter happened to me...i said yaar,,,it was so depressing..i feeling very sad and embarrassed...he was shocked..he said come on yaar...you are lucky to have treated like this...

i always wanted to come under that feet of a lady. He told me that he love watching such scenes in which ladies are putting leg over something..or crushing something under their feet...now i was also excited..and i was now about to become  a foot fetish .but i was shy..vivek...told me that he also wants to be treated like this  by miss neelam and by the class gals also.

              

I gave him very common idea...i suggested him to lift mats copy of any gal of the class..she will do complain to the maths teacher and thus may be u may be crushed under feets...he exactly did that same...and...

so my friend vivek stole maths copy from a girl and he did it publicly so that he may be easily caught and as we thought the girl complained to the miss neelam...and the result of this complaint was never expected by both of us.....she called vivek and asked whether the complaint is true or not...he remained silent...silence was the sign of acceptance...he was trembling and continuous looking at mams feet,,mam suddenly grabbed his hairs by one hand and started slapping him..he started crying.....

mam asked why did u did that.....she told my name.....i wet my pants by the thinks of the punishment again.....now we both were standing in front of mam....mam called us in her cabib and she ordered us to close the door...now only 3 of us were in the cabin..my heart was drumming...and we both were sweating...mam stood up from her chair and came closure....the sound of the heels was like some one is stomping my heart ...

we both started crying that mam plzzzz forgive us...but mams intention were more cruel...she took both of us by grabbing our collers and gave  blow near her chair.....now she sat on the chair cross legs....and her upper feet was near the face of both of us..she smiled a bit..and asked who wants to be excused..we both shouted tha,,,,mam me....mam said ok...and she put her one feet on the laps of vivek and other on my thighs....and said who will make my sandles shine more...i will excuse him....

we both were expecting this type of punishment...and we stared rubbing her sandles by or handkerchiefs...after fer minutes we asked mam to decide,,,,mam said u bastards you made my precious sandles more dirty and kicked vivek...vivek was lying on the ground..mam stood up and go closure to vivejk and put 1 feet on his stomach and starde grinding his stomach..vivek started weeping....mam removed her feet...and ordered vivek to come and lie nera her chair....vivek has no other option,he obeyed mam..now ma put her both feets on his chest and order me to clean gain her sandles .....i started cleaning  and suddenly she slapped me...and said......

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Miss.Neelam Kaur - My Mistress Part - 2

Hi Friends,http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/missneelam-kaur-my-mistress.html   Please click the link and read the 1st Episode of this Stroy... and Continiued the Story...

friends....u have read how cruel was my maths teacher miss neelam was....from here i am going to tell you about my self becoming a foot fetish....
Once miss neelam was checking our notes...i go to her desk when my turn came.....some of my sums were caught wrong...so got too anger and slapped me hard....she teared the pages..and through my copy on the floor......and she stood up to beat me..i got frightened and i started to ran...she followed me..while following she ran through the copy stepping it ....as i was a good runner..she didn't get me....at last she sat on her desk....and i stood from her at a corner of the class room...both of us were watching each other....

.suddenly the near by gal grabbed my shirt and shouted......mam...mam....i caught him.....mam was excited....she shouted....hold that bastard.....and ran over to me....i was shivering with fear......mam came near to me and stared beading me like an animal....she was slapping me on cheeks,,,back and hips......i got dis-balanced and fell on the ground....the near by gal was looking very excited.....she asked mam.....mam...this is the boy who also copied my notes....listening this.....mam got more angry...mam  said to her.....really.....what do u think about his white shirt......she understood and she stomped me by putting her 1 feet over me....she was feeling very proud......

.i was so weak...that i can resist......i tried to remove her feet over my chest...so i grabbed her feet from my both hands and tried them to pull down........that gal again complained to mam......mam...he is giving me a blow......mam.... called 2 more gals and ordered me to hold my hands.....both gal took each of my hand....and hold it...mam...said u stupid,,,,put his hand on ground and step over it......

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Miss.Neelam Kaur - My Mistress

Friends...i was in class 6th ..my age was 11 years....my maths teacher[miss neelam]....she was a tall and slim lady ,always wears dark coloured sari and high heels with anklets...was really a mean and cruel lady.

She was very dominant type....that i dont knew at that age.....she always used to shout and slap alot....as we were kids so behaving like thsi was not a matter of concern for her...she used sticks to beat us..

One day a boy was throwing chalk to some of the gals.....and suddenly miss neelam came and she saw caught mohit ...that gal seema complained to miss neelam that he is hitting her with chalk...miss got angry...seema urged miss neelam to punish him.....

MISS neelam said ok....she said say sorry to seema by sitting on ur knees and put your head on her shoes.....whole class was shocked....the was also shocked,,,but seema was smiling.....mohit said to mam...plzzz mam dont do that...mam got angry and she hold mohit by his neck and forced him down...she ordered...

PUT YOUR HEAD ON HER SHOES......AND she grabbed mohit hairs and forcefully bent him down to her feet .....his forehead touched seema shoes....but mohit got up....this made miss neelam angry....nad she put her feet on mohit head nad crushed her head on seema feet......now the scene was.....mohit head was on seema shoes anf miss neelam feet was on mohit head ....she put pressure on mohit head so that....he didn't get up......

To be continued... waiting 

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