Indian Femdom Marriage

I woke up early in the morning and knelt before my mistress's tent for everyone to get up. Soon, I heard my mistress' command. I crawled immediately inside her tent and waited obediently for her command. When she took the funnel, I knew exactly what to do. I lay down on the floor and opened my mouth wide. As usual, she put the funnel inside and passed her golden nectar directly into my throat. I cleaned her with my tongue followed by anti-septic wet wipes so as not to interact with any infections.

"You are the luckiest bitch ever to be born in this world,"

Mistress told me. I was clueless about what she meant and gave a clueless look.

I realized what she meant only when she reiterated,

"I don't think any bitch in this world could have got the privilege to taste the sweet nectar of four divine creatures on the same day"

I repeated the same ordeal with the other three ladies. Ms. Priya was shy initially and struggled to pee. But with a little bit of encouragement from my mistress, she did release her nectar.

All four ladies gathered and left for the beach to have their morning shower in their bikinis. They were having their time at the beach playing and having fun. I had a clear view from the cliff. I tried to concentrate on the job at hand. I told myself that I should bring my mistress no more disappointment. My job was to make sure breakfast was prepared when they returned.

I was ordered to make steak sandwiches. We had brought all the necessary amenities such as utensils, portable gas stoves, gas canisters, etc. I prepped the steak properly and toasted bread with butter. With an ample amount of sauce and lettuce, I prepared the sandwiches and tossed them with paprika, oregano, and mixed herbs. When I saw them approaching our tent, I fried French fries and cut some fruits, and cucumber for them to savior.

As soon as returned, they refreshed and changed to comfortable clothing. I served them breakfast. While they had sandwiches and French fries, I prepared them Omelettes. As usual, they threw a few bread loaves on the floor. I grabbed them like a dutiful dog.

I cleared the mess they had left when they went inside their tents for a makeover. All of them looked gorgeous like a Barbie doll. My mistress wore a pink floral frock. I looked adorable and the push-up bra she wore accentuated her firm breast. She tied her hair in a ponytail. She wore very subtle naked makeup and applied a lot of sunscreen lotion to protect her precious skin from the harshness of the Sun.

She wore comfortable suede boots to ease her way on the beach sand. I adored her from a distance. I made sure none of them noticed me. I didn't want to invite another punishment. I wanted to end that trip on a high note without much punishment knowing very well that it was an unrealistic expectation.

Before they left for the day, my mistress ordered me to approach her.

"Bitch, you know we have frozen the cum of every man I ever let fuck me,"

she reminded me.

"Oh! You mean you have frozen his cum as well,"

Ms. Preethi laughed.

"I meant Man. I don't think he is qualified to be called a Man. For me he is a little piece of meat whose only purpose is to serve womanhood and make me happy,"

My mistress told Preethi.

On hearing this, everyone burst out in loud laughter.

"You made my day Lakshmi. Nothing in this world could heal better than laughter does,"

Ms. Sheetal continued.

"You missed to take the cum of the Russian man who soiled my pussy yesterday. Do me a favor. Go to that guy. Do whatever he asks you to do. But come back with the bottle of his cum without fail,"

My mistress threw a small bottle on my face.

I was traumatized. It was such a humiliation. How can I go to a man and beg him for his cum. Any sane man in this world would think I am crazy and put me behind bars. I didn't want to disappoint my mistress. As far as I know her, she puts an honest try in high regard rather than an easy success. I was also sure she would not have liked me to accept defeat without giving it a thought.

I went to the party place. Security stopped me from entering. I tried explaining to the guards that I was there yesterday and told them I missed my wallet to get an entry. After so much reasoning, I was finally allowed access.

As soon as I entered, I was focused on finding that Russian Man. I strayed there without any direction looking for him every nook and corner. After searching tirelessly, I finally located the man. I was just arm's length from him when I was pulled by the security guards. I was overpowered by three well-built guards, and I cried. I didn't want to return as a failure. When I was about to lose hope and give up, I heard the Russian Man. Guards stopped abruptly.

"I know this man. Let him in

," Russian told the guards. Those few words felt like the kindest words I have ever heard.

As soon as guards disbursed. I knelt in front of the Russian obediently. I don't know why I did. Maybe I would have wanted him to sympathize with me and score some brownie points.

He was not amused at all. That indicated clearly that he remembered the last night, at least a part of it.

"Hello Sir! Good morning! I Hope you remember me. We met last night at your party at this same place,"

I wanted to reaffirm.

"Usually, I don't remember those pathetic souls who spend their night at my feet. But I can't say that to you due to the wonderful job you did. Moreover, I had an amazing night with your wife, and I admire the power she wields over you. She is one in the millions,"

he sang my wife's pride.

He started walking towards the pool and gestured for me to follow him. I stood up and tried to follow him. He turned back and gave me a stern gaze. I crawled taking the hue.

He stopped near a sun lounger and rested his back on it.

"What is the matter with you, My Boy? This is how your wife calls you. Isn't it?"

he laughed.

"Yes Sir! My mistress wanted me to check on you and help you to clean up the mess. She wanted me to render my service as you deem fit for being a wonderful host yesterday,"

I lied to him. I didn't want to openly admit I was there for his cum. I feared losing any slimmest chance I might have had.

"

Oh! I am humbled. But I don't need your service. I have housekeepers who could take care of it. You can go now unless you have something else in mind,"

he gave a wicked smile. He wanted to test me how far I could go. He wouldn't have imagined how prepared I was, and length I would go to accomplish my mistress's command.

I shook my hip seductively and approached him. I held his foot in my palm and licked it. Years of practice made me master this art: seducing someone by licking their foot.

Slowly I progressed to his groin. I lowered his shorts and took his meat in my hand. I slowly licked the precum and licked his head before taking his cock in my mouth.

Right when I started increasing the speed, he grabbed my hair and gave me a hard slap.

"Do you think it is so easy to taste me? I allowed it yesterday because your wife did an amazing job,"

"You need to earn a place in front of me. You should be qualified to serve,"

he continued.

"Yes Sir! I am pleased to do anything to be deserved to serve you,"

I begged mercifully.

He called his staff and asked them to stop whatever they were doing. He asked me to clean the entire area spotless. He assigned his friends to supervise me.

I don't know whether they were assigned to supervise me or satiate their lust with my help. Often someone came and inserted their dick in my mouth. They made me choke until they released their hot semen deep down my throat. I drank the semen of all the unsolicited men except the one I desperately wanted to do.

I finally completed cleaning the house and pool amidst giving numerous blowjobs. I lost count of it. I was engrossed in completing the cleaning and getting access to the Russian. I presented myself in front of him. He looked around to take stock of my work.

Without giving any lead, he grabbed my head and inserted his hard dick in my mouth. I was taken aback and trembled. I steadied myself as quickly as possible. I slowly sucked it deep and built tension. He moaned and muffled something in Russian. I didn't miss to lick his ball and arsehole anytime I get a chance to heighten the pleasure.

After giving a deep suck, he leaked a huge load of cum inside. That was what I wanted desperately. I acted like I drank every bit of it. I preserved them just above my oesophagus, nanometres away from swallowing. When he was moaning with his eyes closed, I spit the load into the bottle and hid it in my boxers.

I thanked him and asked whether I could take leave. He was not in a mood to respond. He waved at me and dismissed me. Immediately, I ran to the tent and left the bottle in the ice box. Though I have achieved what my mistress set me to, this was the most humiliating experience I ever had in my life.

I had to seduce a man. I had to put up with the nonsense of his sidekicks. I even wondered whether I had turned gay or if it was a ploy to turn me into a gay. I had to please so many random men. Some even took a leak in my mouth and let their deep yellow salty liquid pass my throat. I wondered whether she would have stopped me had she been there to oversee what happened. I know she prepared me for something big, but I never could guess my destination. Nevertheless, I had a fulfilling experience humiliating myself in front of a bunch of random men while they had an exhilarating experience enjoying every minute of the trip.