Her Slave in Delhi


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I am a 27 year old male living in New Delhi. The following story is inspired by true events. I have merged multiple experiences into one story and have taken some artistic license to make the true events more appealable. I have not exaggerated the story as I believe that reality is more interesting than unattainable fantasy.

I came across the world of BDSM, submission and kink, same as many of you would have – through porn. I was bored with the vanilla porn and was searching for something new. Lo and behold, there it was – brutal, nasty and scary scenes of pain and torture. But unlike a lot of people, I was instantly attracted to it. There was something in me that just was not able to get enough of a woman dominating a man. I did not understand the BDSM scene much at that time, but over the years I became more aware of it.

Initially, I would fantasize about worshiping a domina’s feet and jerk off while watching a BDSM porn. But as I grew, something in me wanted more. I started feeling that I do not see sex same as a lot of my friends did. My sexual needs were not about a penis penetrating a vagina. It was different – I wanted to be owned, to be degraded, to be humiliated in the service of a formidable woman. And it did happen when I was 24 years old.
I am NOT an attractive male. I am overweight with a below average penis (good for being trampled by a goddess). At 5 feet 10 inches, I am reasonably tall with ok looks. However, I was a gentleman with good education, decent personality and humble attitude. I will not be attractive to a girl at first sight but once she had spent some time with me, I could impress her (at least in some cases).

During my college years, I had a lot of female classmates who were my friends. A few of them were really beautiful. But one of my friends – Sanya – was especially attractive. She was 5 feet 9 inches and had fair complexion with dark-long hair. Her face was as pretty as it gets – big brown eyes, straight cut nose, dimpled cheeks and a smile to die for. She had a sexy body with perky breasts, slender waist and a decent butt. But the best of them all were her legs. She had long legs with beautiful feet. God must have chiselled her legs with the intention that men like me may die under them. Her feet were like milk with soft skin, heavenly toes and arch like a gymnast.
She was my friend during college but we were not very close. We would hang out with our common group of friends, but that was it. We were cordial but nothing more. Whenever we meet, I would steal a few glances of her feet. However, I would try not to let her notice that I was checking out her feet. I was very careful that no one gets to know about my hidden sexual urges as I was afraid of being branded a pervert.

At 24, I graduated from a reputed college in Delhi and decided to stay in Delhi. Life was good and I was not really in touch with many of my college friends. One fine day in October, I was walking out of a bar in Khan Market (People in Delhi will know the place), when I heard someone calling out my name from a distance. I turned back and saw a slender figure waving at me. It was SANYA! I had not thought about her since a few months now but one look and all I wanted was to look at her feet. She came close to me –

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“Hey – I was shouting at the top of my lungs back there..were you trying to avoid me?” she asked with a playful grin.

“Hey Hi..No not at all. What a pleasant surprise. I did not expect to run into an acquaintance tonight. How have you been?” I said, trying to maintain my cool.

“ACQUAINTANCE? I thought we were more than that. Wow – you know how to take the wind out of an exciting moment” She uttered with some disappointment.

“You know what I mean. Of course we are friends. It has just been so long and we were not in touch. So what are you upto?” I tried to control the damage.

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“I am working at _________. But good to know you agree that we are friends. Else I would have to think that you used to talk to me only to stare are my feet.” She chuckled with a sense of triumph.

“What? Umm..Sorry?” Not much came out from my mouth as I was thinking – What had just happened? I was so careful. Why did she not say something earlier. This is awkward.

“Oh we both know, you just adore my feet. Now do not pretend otherwise. Anyway, I am very bored these days. Let’s catch up soon. I will drop you a text.” She said casually without giving me time to defend myself.

“Oh ok. Sure. C ya”. That is all I could say after the sudden embarrassment.

She turned and walked away. She had this sparkle in her eye. Something was different. I would soon know that a lot was different.

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Three days later, I got a text from her at 6 PM in the evening. It read – “Hey. Come to house number ____, Block C, Defence Colony. You have 45 minutes. Don’t be late”.

45 minutes? Is this a joke? Who does she think she is? Does she think that I am here at her beck and call. This is no way to schedule a hang out. Though I was slightly irritated by this sudden and weird text, something in me wanted to run and reach her place within the time prescribed. Something in my head wanted to take her words as a serious command. And against my better judgment I texted her back –“ Will be there in 45.”.
I reached her place and rang the bell. It was a posh house with quite a classy outdoor décor. She must be loaded – I thought. However, I tried to plan how I am going to spend the time with her. In a hurry, I had forgotten to ask her if anyone else was joining us or what exactly was the plan.

The door opened. There she was in all her glory. She was wearing a pink tank top and a purple pair of shorts. Her hair were tied in a pony tail and she had these cute slippers on her feet. I could not have decided if she was more cute than sexy.

“Hey, do you want to come in or keep checking me out at the doorsteps?” She asked with a playful smile.

“What? I think you are mistaken about your looks. You are not that pretty that every man will ogle at you” I hoped that this banter will stop the awkward comments from her side.

She giggled and gestured me towards what seemed to be a living room. I walked in. The house seemed to be empty. It was a sophisticated living space with modern furniture, dim lights and tall glass windows.

“My parents do not live here. They stay in Gurgaon but I stay here as my office is close by. It gets so lonely here at times. So today, I thought I should call you!” She explained.

“That is fine. But you do realise that you cannot just text someone at such short notice and expect them to come” I tried to vent my irritation at her belief that I was so free and available.

“But you did come. Didn’t you? I wonder why did you not resist at all? Either you have nothing to do in life or you can’t disobey me.” A sudden calmness dawned on her.

“Oh please!!! I came because I am polite. Please don’t get ahead of yourself. And what do you even mean by OBEY you” I was now offended. But then suddenly the whole situation took a much unexpected direction.

She sat down on the couch, laid back and dangled one of her leg over another. Now her right foot was dangling right in front of me.

“Hmm. Ok if that is the case then you can leave right now. But remember, you might miss something you always wanted”. She continued to talk calmly while still dangling her foot. They were mesmerizing. I could not understand what was happening. Her calm voice and her sexy feet were arousing me.

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“I did not mean that. All I meant was that there is no harm in being a little courteous.” I said.

“I do not care. Now you have made me angry. So either you leave or shut up and kneel down right now.” She was still calm but her tone had an eerie quality.

“Have you lost your mind” I could not believe how she was behaving. But something was telling me that I must listen to her. As if I owed everything to her and I must please her at this very moment. But what is this demand – why should I kneel down?

“You have three seconds…one..two..”

Before she could say three, my body automatically fell on my knees. It was like a reflex. I was not sure what was I doing? I was kneeling in front of this girl whom I knew only as a distant friend and a former classmate.

“Good boy! See, that was not difficult. I don’t know if you have realised yet or not but you my friend are a submissive by nature. I had my doubts but last few minutes have proved it.” She was smiling.

Before I could respond, she commanded – “Crawl to me and kiss my foot” She extended her right foot while still sitting on her couch.

“I wont..are you crazy?” I was still fighting to maintain my dignity. I could have stood up and left but I was kneeling and trying to somehow negotiate with her. I was pathetic. But I liked it. I wanted to be pathetic in front of her. Look at those feet. Look at this girl. Am I dreaming? May be I am dreaming.

Suddenly something came flying towards me and hit me in my face. It was her slipper. I was stunned.

“This is your last chance. Either do as I say or leave this house immediately. You and I both know that you are a pathetic- fat worm who dreams of being squished under my feet.” She was not calm anymore.

My body was dead cold now. I was unable to think. Blood was rushing out of my body and I was stunned. A voice in my head was telling me to leave. But another voice was telling me to start crawling. Before I could gain my composure, I fell down on my belly and started crawling on the cold marble floor towards the couch. I think my submissive sub conscious had taken over my cognitive abilities. I was on automatic mode.

I wriggled towards her. All I was focused on was her feet. Her left foot was resting on the floor while her right foot was still dangling as she had crossed her knees while laid back on the couch. My face reached her dangling foot. My lips reached out and landed a gentle kiss on her marvellous toe. They were perfectly pedicured. It seemed that they have walked on clouds. So soft and supple. For a moment, I felt as if my whole existence is worth less than the speck of dirt under her feet.

Before I could look up from my belly down position, She uncrossed her legs and landed her right foot over my head. My face was pinned down on the floor. I could have easily removed her foot but my body accepted its place. Without any words, I had submitted myself to her.

“ I knew you were a pervert but I never thought you were so desperate and pathetic. At the beginning of this evening I thought that there is nothing to lose to test my observations from college days. Had I known you are such a worm, I would have made you grovel in college.” I could not see her expressions. But it sounded as if she was enjoying herself.

I understood what she was saying. This was my fantasy but I never thought it will happen in reality. And I was sure that I will never let it happen in reality. After all I am not stupid to let someone treat me like this. But with all my rationale thoughts, I was not able to do anything. I wanted to do what she asked. I wanted to be her slave. I was in my own heaven– her feet.

“Listen carefully. I will not repeat it again. I own you now. You are my slave. I am your mistress. Your disobedience will cost you. You shall exist for my pleasure. Now strip out of your clothes and lay on your back here” pointing towards the foot of the couch.

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I got up, stripped my clothes off and laid down with face up and my back to the floor. My head was near the couch, just at her feet. I could see the ceiling and Sanya sitting above my head.

“Open your mouth”. I opened. “wider..wider”.

She made a gargling sound and then a blob of her spit landed on my tongue. It was warm and weird. It was disgusting but I did not feel disgusted. It felt as if she had graced me with a gift. I swallowed it and said “Thank you, sanya”.

But she did not seem happy. Suddenly, her left foot hit side of my face like a slap. It stung like hell.

“Did I ask you to swallow it? And how dare you call me Sanya? You do exactly as I command, nothing more – nothing less. And you address me as mistress or ma’am.” Her voice was calm again but her face was burning with anger. I could not believe that such a beautiful and petite girl can strike such terror in my heart.

“Yes, mistress. Forgive me.” I whimpered. My face was still in pain. But I believed that I deserved it and I had wronged her. What was I becoming?

She again made the sound as if she is going to spit. I automatically opened my mouth. She spat a big blob into my mouth but this time I kept my mouth open and waited for further instructions.

“Swallow it and kneel down near me”. I did as she asked – her warm spit rolled down my throat. I got up and knelt.

I was now kneeling very close to her. My penis was dangling close to her feet. Till now I had not even noticed that I was hard and oozing precum. Was I enjoying it? I think Sanya had also noticed my hard on. She did not seem happy.

“Are you enjoying your underwhelming existence? You are not here to enjoy. You are here to serve. I think your little wiener needs to know its place” – I did not understand what did she mean.
She pulled her right foot away as like a footballer before a kick and then with a quick jolt, kicked my penis. It missed my balls but hit moderately hard on my cock. I should have felt stinging pain but I felt nirvana. My eyes did get damp due to the slight pain but I welt gratitude towards her. I was thankful to Sanya – my mistress for treating with the disgust I deserved. I think she also noticed the pain and gratitude. A sudden smile emerged on her face.

“I think I am being too hard on you for your first day. I know you are not prepared but you will be”. While talking she started mildly kicking my cock and balls as if she was playing with them.

She continued kicking them and said “I know you want to please me. I know you are my slave. But this is going to get more difficult. You better be prepared” She kicked my balls last time and stood up.

“Wriggle out of this house on your belly and wait for my next text. You will have more days of slavery ahead of you” She smiled, opened the door and threw my clothes out of the door.

I started wriggling out of the door while she stood beside the open door. As I was almost out of the door, she stomped hard on my ass and giggled – “Goodbye now!”

The door shut close behind me as I lay on my belly out in the open, naked in the soothing October weather of Delhi.

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Her next text came but that is a story for another time. Let me know if you are someone like me or someone like Sanya. After all, there are not many who will understand it.

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