Synopsis
Jairaj, a down-on-his-luck thief in his early 30s, attempts to steal valuables at the home of a rich Indian woman in the middle of the night. However, he quickly learns that he has picked the wrong house when the woman subdues him with her martial arts skills and shoves a fiery curry dish up his backside. Strangely, instead of feeling anger towards his captor, Jairaj finds himself drawn to her and becomes her obedient maid. As he serves her every whim, Jairaj finds himself falling deeper under the woman’s spell, especially when he wakes her up by kissing her feet soles and whenever she shoves more curry dish up his rear end. But as he comes to enjoy his new life, Jairaj wonders how long he can keep his secret desires hidden before they come to light. Although he deeply enjoys worshiping his mistress’s feet and letting her shove curry dish up his asshole he fears his social circle of thieves finding out how pathetic he has become.
The Indian woman in this story is a beautiful, spoiled, and regal lady in her twenties. She’s used to getting what she wants and is unapologetic about it. Growing up in a wealthy family, she never had to lift a finger to get anything done for her. However, her parents sent her to Nepal, Kathmandu when she was younger to learn martial arts with some monks and nuns in a monastery who mastered the art of fighting. The training transformed her into a fierce and skilled fighter, that can kick any man’s ass, and she learned to be independent and self-sufficient.
Despite her martial arts training, and her ability to be self-sufficient when needed, she’s still a bit spoiled and when having the option she enjoys having someone to do her bidding. That’s where Jairaj comes in, who initially broke into her home to steal her TV. But she caught him and used her martial arts skills to subdue him. Instead of calling the police, she decides to keep him as her personal maid and plaything.
The woman takes pleasure in pushing Jairaj to his limits, testing his obedience, demeaning him, and making him do all sorts of tasks for her. But Jairaj seems to enjoy the sexual pleasure he gets by being demeaned by her and doing the tasks given to him, even when they are uncomfortable, such as waking her up by kissing her stinky feet soles and having curry shoved up his you-know-what.
Story
Once upon a time, there was a Jairaj man in his early-30s, of Indian descent, who grew up in poverty in the poor slums of Delhi and turned to burglary to make ends meet. He is shorter than the average height for a man, standing at about 5’4. His skin is dark, and he has short, dark hair that is often messy. He usually dresses in dark, nondescript clothing to blend in with his surroundings and avoid drawing attention to himself. Despite his circumstances, he is resourceful and quick on his feet, making him a skilled thief.
Jairaj is a pint-sized Indian dude, probably about 5’4 or somethin’. He grew up dirt poor and had to resort to thievin’ to make a livin’. He’s got a dark complexion and messy hair, but he’s quick on his feet and knows how to blend into the shadows. When he’s out on a job, he likes to wear all black, like a ninja or somethin’. But don’t let his small size fool ya, he’s a crafty little bugger and he’s got skills that’ll make your head spin.
It was a dark and quiet night in the small town of Chandigarh in India. Jairaj was walking down the street, scanning the houses for any signs of an easy target. He had fallen on hard times and was desperate for money, so he resorted to breaking into people’s houses and stealing their valuable possessions. He recently moved to Chandigarh due to the city having the largest number of wealthy people in India. He thought he could make a quick buck thereby stealing all the rich people’s mansions.
As he was walking down the street, he spotted a big house with an open window. He carefully made his way to the window and climbed inside. He quickly made his way to the living room where he spotted a large flat-screen TV. His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized he could make a good amount of money selling it.
He thought it was an easy job like his past ones and he would make some quick cash. But as he crept into the house, he suddenly found himself face to face with a woman. She was so tall, probably 5’9, but that was because he was only 5’4, but she moved with lightning-fast speed. Before Jairaj could react, she had him pinned to the ground with her martial arts skills.
As he was about to grab the TV, he heard a noise behind him. He turned around to see a woman standing there with a stern expression on her face. She was an Indian woman, dressed in traditional clothing and she had a look of pure anger on her face.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s poppin’ my lady?” said Jairaj trying to play dumb in hopes that he would find a way to getaway using his conversational skills and convince her to not call the cops on him.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice cold and firm.
Before Jairaj could react, the woman lunged toward him with incredible speed and skill. She began to use her Katmandu martial arts moves that he had never seen before, quickly knocking him to the ground and subduing him.
“I’m gonna shove some curry dish up your ass! This will teach you to never break into somebody’s house ever again” she yelled.
“Yo, this rich bitch thinks she’s all that! She’s threatening to shove some curry dish up my butt! Ain’t nobody gonna do that to me! I’ll show her who’s boss!” thought Jairaj, however little did Jairaj know back then that this would be the final house that he would be ever burglarizing, thanks to this Indian Goddess teaching him some manners.
She then grabbed a nearby bowl of curry and shoved it up Jairaj’s backside. He screamed in agony as the burning sensation spread throughout his body.
Jairaj tried to fight back, but the woman was too fast and strong for him. She then grabbed another pot of hot curry that was on the stove and poured it on him. The pain was excruciating, and Jairaj could feel the hot liquid burning his skin.
The woman narrowed her eyes at him. “You think you can just break into my house and steal my belongings? I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!”
Jairaj tried to wriggle free, but she was too strong for him. “I-I’m just here for the TV,” he stammered.
As he lay there, writhing in pain, the woman looked down at him with a cruel smile. She then reached down removed his pants and underwear then she shoved more curry dish up his you-know-where. The burning sensation was overwhelming, but Jairaj couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of pleasure from it.
“Excuse me, sir,” the Indian woman said, “but unless you want to get your ass kicked even more and I call the cops on you. I’m going to have to ask you to leave my house immediately.” said the Indian Goddess with an angry imperative tone, while tapping her bare foot impatiently on the floor.
But to Jairaj’s surprise, as the pain subsided, he found himself enjoying the sensation. He looked up at the woman, his eyes filled with a strange mixture of fear and desire.
“Yo, this Indian woman just shoved some curry dish up my butt! At first, it was burning like crazy, but now I’m starting to enjoy it! Who would have thought that getting some curry up my butt would teach me some manners? Thanks, Indian woman! You’re the real MVP!” he thought in his head as he was overwhelmed with sexual arousal from the warm hot curry dish burning his asshole.
Jairaj couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying the feeling of the curry dish up his rectum. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and he was surprised by how turned on he was getting by the whole situation. He enjoyed getting beaten up by her and having curry dishes shoved up in his asshole. He began to crawl toward the feet of the Indian woman, staring up at her with awe and reverence. He knew that he was completely under her control now, and he couldn’t wait to do anything she asked of him.
“I… I like that,” he said, his voice trembling from feeling that his ass was on fire. “Do it again. Shove more curry dish up my ass your highness!” he said as he started showering the top of her bare feet with kisses.
The woman looked at him with a mixture of confusion and disgust. “Dude, you’re a sick pervert!” she spat.
Jairaj didn’t care. He knew he wanted more of that burning sensation. And he was willing to do whatever it took to get it.
“I’ll do anything you want,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Just shove more of that curry up my ass. And let me kiss your feet more. They’re so beautiful.” he said while continuing to place small kisses on the top of her bare feet
The woman shook her head in disbelief. “You’re insane, you need some serious psychological help buddy!” she said while laughing in disbelief that he was enjoying being dominated and humiliated by her.
“It BUURRRNSSSSS!!! But it Burrnnnssss my asshole so good!” screamed Jairaj lost in his sexual arousal trance by having a hot curry dish burning his asshole.
But Jairaj knew that he had found his true calling in life. He wanted to serve this Beautiful Indian Goddess, to be her maid, and do whatever she asked of him. And he would do it with a smile on his face, knowing that she would reward him with the burning sensation he craved and also allow him to worship her feet even more.
“Excuse me, sir,” the Indian woman said trying hard not to laugh about the whole situation, “but I’m going to have to ask you again to leave my house for good because if you don’t I’m going to kick your ass even more and call the cops on you. This is your final warning!” said the Beautiful Indian Goddess looking with amusement and disgust at Jairaj
Jairaj’s body was still pulsating with pleasure as the spicy curry dish was nestled comfortably in his rectum. He felt like a God, like he could conquer the world. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to convince her to let him stay and allow him to be her personal servant.ย As he continued to shower the feet of the Indian woman with kisses and beg for her to let him stay, he began to feel a sense of euphoria wash over him. He realized that he was completely at her mercy. Jairaj enjoyed humiliating himself for her and he loved every second of it. With each passing moment, he became more and more enamored with her, worshipping her feet like a loyal servant. He knew that from this moment on, he would do anything to please her and become her devoted maid.
Jairaj turned to face her, still on his hands and knees with the curry dish protruding from his behind. “Please, let me stay,” he pleaded, “I’ll do anything you want!” he said desperately while showering her toes with kisses.
The Indian Goddess looked down at him and smirked. “Anything I want, you say?”
Jairaj nodded eagerly, still in the throes of his bizarre pleasure.
“Well, if that’s the case,” she said, “I suppose I could use a new maid. Would you be willing to work for me?”
Jairaj nodded again, unable to contain his excitement.
“LMAO, what’s good, bro?!” the Indian woman said, smirking down at Jairaj’s curry-covered form. “Looks like you’re really enjoying that, huh?”
Jairaj moaned in pleasure as he continued to get a kick out of his asshole getting burned inside by the hot curry dish, unable to speak.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” the woman said while chuckling, stepping forward, and putting her foot on his face. “Now, how about you show me how much you love my feet?”
Jairaj’s eyes widened as he saw the woman’s perfect soles and toes before him and their glorious natural scent. “Anything for you, my goddess,” he said, worshipfully kissing and sniffing her feet soles.
The woman laughed, enjoying the power she had over this submissive man. “That’s what I like to hear,” she said, “now get to work. You’re my maid now, and you’re going to do everything I say.”
“By the way you’re lucky I’m letting you stay as my servant. Back when my dad was a young man he told me that people would cut the hand of pathetic burglars like you if they were caught stealing in our mansions. ” said the Indian woman with a big malevolent grin on her face feeling piety for the burglar and his psychological state.
Jairaj nodded eagerly while continuing to sniff and kiss her beautiful feet soles ready to do whatever it took to please his new mistress.
“Good,” the woman said, “then get up and clean yourself off. You’ve got work to do.”
And so the Indian Woman allowed Jairaj to stand up. After cleaning the kitchen and washing all her dishes she allowed him to use her bathroom to clean himself and his ass from all the curry dishes she threw at him and shoved into his ass.
Jairaj happily grabbed the hand-held shower head and began cleaning himself and his asshole from all the curry dishes stuck inside there. As he felt the water flow into his private parts, he suddenly got an urge to shove the shower head up his backside. Without hesitation, he did it and felt pure pleasure rushing through his body. Jairaj couldn’t resist and quickly beat one out, feeling relieved as he let out a deep sigh. He couldn’t believe how much happier he felt after this little act of pleasure in the shower. Jairaj knew he would do it again and again, as it was the only way he could relieve the stress of working for the demanding Indian Woman. After all, he was feeling so tired after washing all the dishes and cleaning the kitchen of his mistress.
As he got out of the shower and dressed in his new maid clothes provided by his mistress Jairaj scrambled to his feet, his head spinning. He stumbled over to the sink and splashed water on his face, trying to shake off the dizziness. After the arousal, he was experiencing from her dominating him wore off he knew he had to get the hell away from there before it was too late.ย He had no idea what was going on in his mind to be enjoying those weird things, but he knew he had to get out of there before his life spinned out of his control forever.
As he tried to leave the bathroom, the woman grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into another room. It was small and cramped, with shelves of shoes lining the walls.
“You’ll stay in here,” the woman said, locking the door behind them. “And don’t even think about trying to escape.”
Jairaj looked around, his heart racing. He had no idea how he’d ended up in this situation, but he knew he had to get out.
As he tried to push past the woman, she grabbed him again, this time handcuffing him to the wall.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she said with a smirk.
“No, please! I learned my lesson I promise I won’t ever break into someone’s house or steal something that doesn’t belong to me! Just let me go! Have mercy!” said Jairaj frightened at what this beautiful woman was planning to do with him.
“Damn, bro, you’re mine now, quit being a crybaby! You gotta do what I say, when I say it,” the Indian woman said, chuckling with a wicked grin. “And for the first few days, you’re gonna sleep in my shoe room, locked and handcuffed, using my dirty socks as pillows so you can smell the glorious natural scent of my feet all night long to become even more docile and obsessed with me. I don’t trust you well enough yet to let you be roaming at my house while I’m sleeping”
She laughed, seeing the look of horror on Jairaj’s face. “Don’t worry, it’s gonna be fun. You’ll see.”
Jairaj tried to protest, but the woman silenced him with a kick to the stomach.
“Don’t talk back to me, little man,” she said, standing over him with a menacing look. “You’re gonna do what I say, or else I’m gonna give you another ass whopping. Remember I’m the boss here” she angrily said.
She tossed him a pair of a few pairs of her dirty socks and locked the door, leaving Jairaj alone in the big shoe room of her mansion with nothing but the smell of her feet to keep him company. Jairaj knew he was in trouble, and he had to figure out a way to escape before his sexual obsession turned him into her complete slave.
In the next few days, Jairaj began to adjust to his new life as a foot slave and servant for his powerful Indian Goddess. And so, Jairaj became the Indian woman’s maid, and he loved every minute of it.
Jairaj couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed his new life as the Indian woman’s maid. He found himself enjoying the daily tasks of cleaning, cooking, and serving her in every way possible. But what he loved the most was the feeling of being completely submissive to her every command.
Whenever he woke up early in the morning to prepare her breakfast, he would always find himself staring at her beautiful feet. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help but admire them. And when he saw her stir in bed, he would get on his knees and start kissing the soles of her feet until she woke up.
The Indian woman was pleased with his service and would often reward him by shoving more curry dish up his you know what. Jairaj loved the feeling of things burning inside of him, and it made him work even harder to please her. He knew that he was becoming more and more addicted to the sensations that she gave him, and he couldn’t imagine ever leaving her service. In other words, he wanted to be her slave for the rest of his life.
Jairaj couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed being the Indian woman’s maid. It was like a dream come true for him. Every day, he would wake up early, prepare her breakfast, and then get on his knees and worship her feet until she woke up. He loved the feeling of being completely submissive to her every command.
But what he loved the most was the way she would shove more curry dish up his you know what. It burned so much inside of him, but he loved it. It made him work even harder to please her. And when she would reward him by letting him kiss her feet, he would feel like he was in heaven.
Jairaj knew that he was becoming more and more addicted to the sensations that she gave him. He knew that it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to be her perfect little slave and do whatever she wanted him to do. He loved the feeling of being completely controlled by her, and he never wanted it to end.
Jairaj scrubbed the bathroom tiles and wiped down the sink, feeling the pain and pleasure of his new life as a maid and foot servant. He couldn’t believe how far he had fallen, from a successful burglar, respected by his pals, to a subservient slave. But despite the humiliation, he couldn’t deny the excitement and arousal he felt every time he served his mistress. It was like a drug that he couldn’t get enough of.
He was now at her beck and call, always ready to serve and satisfy her every need. He would clean her house from top to bottom, cook her meals, and even lick her feet for hours on end. It was a life of servitude that he had never imagined before, but he was now addicted to the power and control that his mistress had over him.
Jairaj scrubbed the bathroom tiles and wiped down the sink, feeling the pain and pleasure of his new life as a maid and foot servant. He couldn’t believe how far he had fallen, from a successful burglar to a subservient slave. But despite the humiliation, he couldn’t deny the excitement and arousal he felt every time he served his mistress. It was like a drug that he couldn’t get enough of.
He was now at her beck and call, always ready to serve and satisfy her every need. He would clean her house from top to bottom, cook her meals, and even lick her feet for hours on end. And sometimes, when his mistress was feeling especially naughty, she would make him shove the hand-held shower head up his you-know-where and pleasure himself while she watched.
Jairaj didn’t know what was happening to him. He had never felt so alive and yet so ashamed at the same time. But as he beat a quick one while he was in the shower, he couldn’t deny the relief and ecstasy that washed over him. He knew he was in too deep to ever turn back now, and he didn’t even want to. He was addicted to his mistress and the pleasure she gave him, and he would do anything to keep her satisfied.
Jairaj also loved when his Indian Mistress would use his face as a footstool or shove curry dish up into his you-know-where if he was a good maid. It was like a reward for all the hard work he had done throughout the day, and he found pleasure in serving her in any way possible. The feeling of being beneath her feet, being treated like a lowly servant, and being used in any way she pleased was exhilarating for him. And when she would shove that hot, spicy curry dish up his behind, he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. He was addicted to the humiliation and degradation, and he would do anything to please his Mistress. That was his purpose in life, after all. To be her loyal and obedient servant, and to serve her every desire, no matter how dirty or degrading.
Eventually, Jairaj gained enough of her trust and affection. She knew he enjoyed the lifestyle of being her sex slave and he wouldn’t try to ever runaway. Therefore she allowed him sometimes to sleep in her shoe room with the door unlocked and without being handcuffed.
One day his mistress was using Jairaj as her footstool while she coded for her job as a software engineer at a FAANG with a chapter located in India.
Jairaj was laying on his back under his mistress’s chair, his face buried under her feet as she worked on her laptop. He could feel the weight of her heels pressing into his cheeks and the soles of her feet rubbing against his nose.
“Good boy,” his mistress said, glancing down at him. “You make such a good footstool.”
Jairaj mumbled something unintelligible in response, his voice muffled by the meaty skin of her soles.
“I have a big project due next week,” his mistress continued, tapping away at her keyboard. “I’m going to be working from home for the next few days. That means you’ll be serving me non-stop, Jairaj. Do you understand?”
Jairaj nodded his head vigorously, his eyes fixed on her toes. He knew he had to comply with his mistress’s demands, especially when she was stressed otherwise he would get an ass whopping just like he did the first time he met this beautiful Goddess who has become his whole world.
“You’re going to be my little footstool all day long,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “And if you’re really good, I might let you have a little treat later.”
Jairaj’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of a treat. He knew from experience that his mistress’s idea of a treat was often something humiliating or painful, but he couldn’t help the rush of excitement that surged through his body.
“Yes, mistress,” he said, his voice barely audible.
Jairaj was still laying on his back under his mistress’s chair, his face completely buried under her feet as she coded on her laptop. He could feel the weight of her heels pressing into his cheeks and the soles of her feet rubbing against his nose. He loved every moment of it.
“Wassup my footstool?” his mistress said, glancing down at him. “You make such a good throne for my feet, it’s hilarious.”
Jairaj mumbled again something unintelligible in response, his voice was still muffled by having his face completely covered by his Goddess feet soles.
“I gotta keep coding some new AI for a FAANG in India,” his mistress continued, tapping away at her keyboard, while trapping his nose under her big toe and second toe to play with his head. “You’ll be serving me non-stop, Jairaj. No slacking off, okay?” she said while tapping his nose with her big toe.
Jairaj nodded his head vigorously, his eyes fixed on checking every wrinkle and detail of her beautiful soles. He knew better than to disobey his mistress, especially when she had a big project.
“You’re gonna be my footstool all day long, boi,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “And if you’re lucky, I might give you a little present later.”
Jairaj’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of a present. He knew from experience that his mistress’s idea of a present was often something humiliating or painful, but he couldn’t help the rush of excitement that surged through his body. He loved the burning sensation of having warm hot curry dish shoved up his ass.
“Hell yeah, mistress,” he said, his voice barely audible.
Jairaj felt like he was living in a dream. His mistress had granted him so many privileges that he couldn’t believe his luck. One of the things that excited him the most was when she allowed him to paint her toenails. He loved the feeling of the brush in his hand and the delicate touch of the polish on her toes.
After he finished painting her toenails, his mistress would inspect his work by placing her feet on his forehead. Jairaj would feel a rush of excitement at the sensation of her skin on his skin. He loved the way she inspected his work with such attention to detail.
Sometimes, his mistress would even let him massage her feet after he had painted her toenails. Jairaj would feel a sense of gratitude for being allowed to serve her in this way. It was a small gesture, but it made him feel closer to her.
As he massaged her feet, Jairaj would look up at his mistress with adoration. He couldn’t help but be attracted to her every move and the way she carried herself with such grace and power. He was hers to command, and he loved every moment of it.
Jairaj carefully painted his mistress’s toenails, trying to make sure he didn’t mess up. She sat on a comfortable chair, watching him with a smirk on her face.
“Be careful not to smudge the polish, Jairaj. I want them to look perfect,” she said.
Jairaj nodded, his eyes focused on his task. “Yes, Mistress. I will do my best.”
As he worked, his mistress couldn’t help but notice how focused he was. She was pleased to see how well he had adapted to his new life as her submissive. After a few minutes of silence, she decided to speak up.
“You know, Jairaj, you seem to enjoy this,” she said, crossing her legs and watching him.
Jairaj looked up at her, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I- I do, Mistress. I find it very pleasurable to serve you.”
She chuckled. “I can tell. Your excitement is quite evident,” she said, wiggling her toes in front of his face.
Jairaj couldn’t help but feel his arousal growing as he gazed at her feet. “May I kiss your feet, Mistress?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
His mistress smiled, pleased with his eagerness. “Of course, Jairaj. Show me how much you adore me.”
Jairaj leaned forward and pressed his lips against her feet, kissing them tenderly. His mistress moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her skin.
“That’s it, Jairaj. You’re such a good boy,” she murmured, running her fingers through his hair.
Jairaj continued to kiss and worship her feet, feeling a sense of bliss wash over him. He was grateful for the opportunity to serve his mistress and show her how much he adored her.
One day while doing his chores all that Jairaj could think of was the day that his mistress would give him the privilege of licking her private parts.ย “In a few days, my mistress has agreed to let me lick her private parts if I continue being a good boi. Can you believe it? I am so excited, I can hardly contain myself! She loves it when I serve her and fulfill her every desire, and I can’t wait to show her how much I adore her by performing this intimate act for her. I am going to make sure that she enjoys every moment of it and that she never forgets how much I love her.” thought Jairaj imagining this scenario in his head.
As Jairaj laid there, his mind raced with anticipation for the days ahead. He knew he should be working on improving himself, but he couldn’t help the excitement that coursed through his body. He wanted nothing more than to please his mistress and satisfy her every desire. He felt lucky that she allowed him to serve her in such an intimate way.
Jairaj’s mind was consumed with lust and desire. He couldn’t wait for the day when his mistress would allow him to taste her sweet nectar. The thought of being so close to her most intimate parts made his heart race with excitement. He longed to feel her soft skin against his tongue and to make her moan with pleasure. He knew that he would do anything to please her and make her feel good, even if it meant sacrificing his own needs and desires.
As Jairaj fantasized about tasting his mistress’s sweet nectar, he felt his manhood growing and hardening with desire. He had never felt so submissive before, and he loved it. He eagerly awaited the day his mistress would allow him to taste her. But that day never came.
One day, his mistress caught him beating off in the shower without her permission. She was furious. “How dare you?” she exclaimed, her voice filled with rage. “I trusted you, and you betrayed me. You are not worthy of my trust.”
Jairaj was filled with shame and regret. He knew he had made a mistake, but he didn’t know how to make it right. His mistress gave him a stern lecture and then told him that she was going to make sure he never disobeyed her again.
“You little pathetic creature, I trusted you and you’ve been beating your meat without permission? Unacceptable.” She said with a disappointed look on her face, her voice turning cold and menacing.
Jairaj could feel the weight of his mistress’s disappointment bearing down on him like a ton of bricks. He knew he had messed up, but he couldn’t help himself. “I’m sorry, mistress,” he muttered, bowing his head in shame.
“Sorry is not enough,” she spat, “I’m going to make sure you never disobey me again.” With that, she revealed a small device that looked like a cage. “This is a chastity device,” she explained, “You will wear it all the time, and I will be the only one who has the key. You will not be able to touch yourself without my permission.”
Jairaj felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at the device. He knew he was in for a long period of denial and frustration, but he also knew that he deserved it. He accepted the device from his mistress and put it on, feeling a sense of submission wash over him. He knew that he was completely under her control, and he was willing to do anything to please her.
Jairaj had spent months with the chastity device locked around his manhood, but he had become more docile and submissive to his mistress over time. He had learned to control his urges, and his mistress noticed the difference in his behavior. She was pleased with the progress he had made, and decided it was time to reward him.
One evening, she beckoned Jairaj to come to her bedroom. As he entered, she lay on the bed, wearing nothing but a silk robe. She lifted the hem of the robe, revealing her bare sex, glistening with anticipation. “Come here, my obedient pet,” she purred.
Jairaj felt his heart race as he approached her. He had been waiting for this moment for months, and he knew he must be patient and follow her every command. He knelt between her legs, his hands on his thighs, and waited for her next move.
His mistress took his head in her hands and brought it close to her sex. Jairaj breathed in her scent, the aroma of her desire filling his nostrils. He extended his tongue, hesitant at first, but then began to explore her folds, tasting her sweetness.
She moaned with pleasure as he licked her, guiding him with her hands to show him how to pleasure her. Jairaj followed her lead, feeling her body tense and writhe beneath him. Finally, she arched her back and let out a cry of pleasure as she reached her climax.
Jairaj felt a sense of accomplishment as he had finally been allowed to taste his mistress’ sweet nectar. He knew he had pleased her, and that made him feel proud. He looked up at her with a sense of awe and devotion, and she smiled down at him, satisfied. “Good boy,” she whispered, stroking his hair.
Jairaj felt a sense of completeness, knowing that he had fulfilled his mistress’ desires. He knew that he would continue to serve her, obeying her every command, and that he would be rewarded for his loyalty and obedience. He had found his place in the world, as a devoted servant to his mistress.
Epilogue
After months of serving his mistress and experiencing new levels of submission, Jairaj finally decided to leave his life as a burglar behind for good. He had found true happiness in serving his mistress, tending to her feet, and satisfying her every desire. With her guidance and control, Jairaj had learned to embrace his submissive side fully and found a sense of fulfillment that he had never experienced before.
Jairaj and his mistress moved to New Delhi, India, where his mistress opened her own Indian startup tech company and they started a new life together. Jairaj continued to serve his mistress, learning new ways to please her and always pushing himself to be a better submissive. He found a new passion for cooking, often creating delicious curry dishes for his mistress, which she would sometimes shove up into his ass as a reward for his good behavior.
Despite the challenges they faced along the way, Jairaj and his mistress remained devoted to each other. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, and they knew that they would be together forever.
Years later, Jairaj looked back on his old life with a sense of gratitude for the events that led him to his mistress. He knew that he had found his true calling as a submissive, and he was thankful every day for the happiness and fulfillment that he had found in serving his mistress and her beautiful feet soles. Plus he loved getting curry dish shoved up his ass to this day.
The End