Teaching Him To Serve Indians parts 1-2 (Femdom, Inter, C/D, Best.) Curtain and blinds twitched in the middle-class neighbourhood as the white man rang Madame Pushpa's bell but the matrons who spied on the street lost interest as soon as they recognised him. Just the businessman who came 3 times a week for lessons in Tamil. Madame Pushpa's students were few in number but regular visitors. Little did those ladies guess that the lessons Madame Pushpataught were twofold - female superiority and the superiority of Indians over whites. These were the twin passions of her life and nothing gave her more pleasure than having a white man on his knees or better still his belly before her feet. Upon entering the white man stripped and folded his clothes neatly, placing them atop his briefcase. Then, head bowed, he crawled over to where his owner reclined majestically on an armchair and reverently kissed her extended foot. It was large and brown, for Madame Pushpa was a Big Lady, and to him it tasted of Paradise. He kissed it, licked her soles, cleaned betwween her toes with his tongue, sucked her toes till her nails were sparkling clean. Only after he had worshipped both toes did she acknowledge him and give her dog as she called him a list of chores for the day. Every day began with foot worship but the daily activities varied. Usually they involved housework. Despite her wealth Pushpa had no servants. She felt strongly that such work was beneath Indians and fit only for whites. She felt also that they should do it without pay simply for the honour of serving a superior race. It amused her greatly and sent spasms of pleasure through her body to watch the white man on his knees naked, scrubbing her floors, cleaning her toilet, washing her clothes and her dirty dishes and eagerly doing every chore she assigned him even cleaning her shoes with his tongue. His ass and balls were always available to her strong hands, to squeeze, fondle and slap or whip whenever he disappointed her. Of course this was often. White men were so useless about the home. The laundry always took him an inordinate amount of time for example as he sniffed at her underwear. She always let him adore them awhile before bringing his reverie to an end with a well placed slap. Sometimes Pushpa grew tired of seeing this useless man and wanted a woman to serve her. On these occasions the man was dressed in a sari with a cheap blonde wig and an excess of make-up. Since he never knew when he woul be required to play the part of Bitch as opposed to Dog the man kept his body continuously shaved. Once dressed he was made to pout seductively, curtsey and wiggle his ass in imitation of the cheap whore he really was. It was a delightful spectacle for the camera for Pushpa filmed all their encounters.She had found an appreciative market among middle class Indian couples who shared her beliefs in racial superiority and it was clear that there would also be a strong demand for trained servants if she decided to become a slave trader. Apart from housework the white dog attended to her physical needs cooking and feeding her before eating her left overs from a dog bowl. He washed her large frame and massaged her with sensuous oils, paying special attention to her feet, ass, breasts and of course her pussy. He worshipped all those parts of her body and his use of his tongue was now expert after her training. If he pleased her he was taken to her bed and thrown upon it whereupon she mounted him almost crushing him with her weight and rode him savagely, smothering him against her massive breasts. He knew he would not be released until she had cum at least 3 times in powerful orgasms. If he disappointed or worse came inside her (something he was never permitted to do) he could look forward to being slapped repeatedly across his face or laid across her powerful thighs and his bare ass spanked as if he was a little boy. His punishment did not cease till she decided despite his tears and his pleas. If she was pleased Pushpa let him masturbate in front of her till he found release. Of course he had to lick up his mess once done. On special occasions however he was allowed to make love to her huge breasts that he loved so much, fucking the until he came between them. He still had to lick up his mess though. Before leavng Pushpa's house the dog always had to complete the same ritual. First he knelt and kissed and outrageously large brown dildo and repeated the mantra: "I worship the Indian cock my pathetic white one can never hope to equal" He then kissed Pushpa's big ass and chanted: "I worship the Indian ass I was born to clean." The dog was then permitted to dress and leave, his owner basking contentedly in the knowledge of his total servitude to Indian Women. Despite the fact that he had been coming to her for months for training Pushpa had never been to dog's upmarket apartment. On this occasion however she was so pleased with the quality of her latest video that she decided to pay him a surprise visit with his sari. How nice it would be to show him dominated in his own home she thought. She rang the doorbell and was shocked beyond measure when it was opened by a slim young girl in a worn dress, a young man in a dhoti standing behnd her, bucket and mop in hand. After staring open mouthed for some moments at the large woman, clearly over 40 but still incredibly beautiful, the girl allowed her to enter. Once inside more shocks awaited Pushpa. To her horror she discovered that the young brother and sister were the live in servants of the dog. Despite his eagerness to do Pushpa's housework, dog never lifted a finger in his own home. He simply lazed around while his Indian servants attended to his every need. He was a strict boss and a mean one, paying a meagre salary for hours of work. The servants were clearly afraid of him. Listening to their story Pushpa fet rage welling within her. How dare this whiite trash treat his superiors like this. He should be the one serving them! Then it came to her - he would serve them! She explained her plan to the servants but they looked at her with incomprehension. Their master was a tough,ruthless man. Surely he would never accept a life of servitude? Pushpa answered them by showing the video. At first their faces displayed shoch, then amusement then excitement. The girl's face became flushed as she gazed at dog's naked body being abused by Pushpa and her hand stole involuntarily to her pussy. The boy for his part was entranced by the whore bitch and his crotch openly displayed his hardness. Pushpa knew they would now fall in with her plan. when dog returned from his office he was surprised to see Madame Pushpa reclining in his armchair and the servants absent. Surely he had made it clear that she was never to visit his home. He kept his submissive life in a different compartment from his home life. He should have been angry but as he looked at the extended foot he kew he had no choice. His desire to serve was too strong. Without a word he stripped and performed the usual ritual. Disdainfully his owner passed him his sari and wig and he crawled to the bedroonm to prepare. Bitch was now an expert in dressing in a sari and soon reappeared in the living room only to freeze in horror. Pushpa was gone from the armchair. Now his servant boy, Sampat, sat naked there, legs sprawling, his huge erect brown cock in his hand. He gestured towards it. "Come bitch!" he ordered, leering at his "master". "What the f.." bitch began angily but a powerful blow from behind forced him to his knees. "Crawl to Master you little slut!" hissed a voice he knew he must obey. Nervously bitch crawled over to Master Sampat, stopping only when his faced was almost touching the cock that reminded him so much of the dido he worshipped. "Suck me bitch!" Sampat said threateningly. Bitch panicked. He had never sucked cock before and crtainly not a lowly servant's! He tried to get up but Sampat's much stronger hand grabbed him by the head and pushed his mouth against the cock. "I said suck me bitch!" Master said fiercely. "Yes Master" said his newly acquired bitch, tears in his eyes, as he began to suck on Master's cock fondling his balls as he did so. His mouth sucked alternately on rod and balls, slower and faster as Master demanded until suddenly Master withdrew his cock and jet after jet of Indian sperm hit bitch in the face. Master rubbed his juices roughly into his bitch's face and extended his cum-covered fingers to lick. "Master's cum taste good bitch?" he demanded "Very good Master!" sobbed bitch, noticing for the first time Pushpa filming every moment of his humiliation. "Now taste my ass!" ordered Master , kicking bitch roughly away. And so in front of the camera bitch kissed his new Master's ass and thanked him for the honour. "My turn!" cried Master's sister, Anu, who, also naked, had already brought herself to climax as she watched the spectacle of bitch's submission in silence. At eighteen she was three years younger than her brother but more imaginative in her fantasies. "Come to bathroom bitch!" she commanded, leading the way. Bitch crawled behind her glancing admiringly at her pert ass. Once inside he was ordered to strip. "I need dog not bitch." Anu explained. The wig was removed and he was ordered t lie in the bath. "Your face very dirty. Makeup like whore and too much cum. You need clean." So saying Anu squatted over him, her pussy only inches from his face. She saw how hard he now was and smiled. She placed her hand on a tap and began to turn it. A trickle of water began to fall. Dog expected her to splash it on his face but it was another liquid that splashed on him, the golden nectar of Anu's piss that spurted out in a powerful jet soaking his face and filling his mouth as he tried vainly to protest. "Now you got new name." smiled Anu when she had finished "Your name pissboy. You nothing now only cocksucker and pissdrinker. You slave for Miss Anu and Master. What are you?" "Your cocksucking, pissdrinking, ass-kissing slave" sobbed pissboy "Good now kiss ass." ordered Miss Anu and pissboy gratefully kissed the brown as of the once subsevient girl he had bullied so often but to whom he now belonged. Miss Anu seemed pleased by his efforts, especially when, unbidden he ran his tongue along her crack. She allowed him to wash then dragged him to his luxurious double bed, such a contrast with the hard wooden cot she shared with her brother, ordered him to lie on it, climbed atop him, placed his cock inside her tight pussy and took him on the wildest ride of his life. When she eventtually tired of his cock and oral woorship his body was both scratched and bruised but he had not cum. That was to be te final humiliation, masturbating in the living room before the naked Miss Anu and Master Sampat and then licking up his own cum. >From that day on his life changed dramatically. Under threat of the video being sent to his employers,family and friends pissboy changed places with his former servants.He provided them with expensive clothes and they lived in his rooms while he wore a rough dhoti or worn sari and slept in their hard cot. Every menial task was his to perform, their comfort his only concern, their every sexual desire his to satisfy. His body was only a toy for themm to use and abuse as the desire took them. In time he could barely remember when he had not served Master and Miss. Of course when he had visitors they all pretended he was still the master of his home but as soon as they had left he knew he would face some punishment designed by the ever creative Miss Anu. Madame Pushpa continued to use her dog as usual, happy now that she had finally broken him and made him accept the truth of Indian superiority. She also began to make money from him, renting him out as a houseboy to some of the frustrated middle-aged matrons who lived nearby.. They were happy to pay to abuse a white slave and with every passing day Pushpa grew more and more entranced with the idea of becoming a slave trader ..... *************** Madame Pushpa smiled contentedly to herself as she strolled through the garden of her large villa. Life certainly had been good to her since she had entered the world of film production and slave trading. At first she had thought her fantasy of profiting from her desire to see whites subjugated by Indians would remain just that, a fantasy. Her videos of her slave Dog had proved surprisingly popular however and had brought her into contact with both a senior officer in the police and, more importantly, the Chief Minister of the state, a woman with similar desires to hereself. Together they had designed and executed a plan for the creation of a trade in white slaves. It was simple really, blackmail, the planned economic ruin of an individual through gambling etc, the planting of drugs followed by a swift arrest, the techniques were many. Faced with disgrace, ruin and arrest and the hostility of both police and judiciary the white trash were always eager to sign themselves into slavery rather than face prison and public exposure. So it was that many Indian families were able to fulfil their dream of owning a white slave, something that according to Madame Pushpa was only their right. Helping Indians to achieve their destiny was what made it all worthwhile for her. The slaves were sold throughout the state and, increasingly nationwide. One or two had even been sold overseas to Pakistan, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and Singapore. Part of the arrangement with their buyers was that the slaves should be kept available for participation in Madame Pushpa's highly successful Domination Films and service in her villa. There were always a few around as now like Nigel, the almost naked white man who was bent double in the garden, painstakingly removing every weed andstone with his fingers as the sun beat mercilessly down on his exposed back. He had been a supervisor on a foreign owned plantation regularly beating and exploiting his workers. Now he himself was a field hand for a rich farmer, worked from dawn to dusk every day before being forced to satisfy the sexual desires of his owner at night. He worked under the harsh supervision of one of his former workers who took great delight in making him pay for every humiliation ever inflicted on him. This was a particular delight of Madame Pushpa's, entrusting the training of a new slave to the Indians they had wrongfully abused in their previous life. Sometimes, she even took on charity cases enslaving a white for a poor Indian who had suffered at their hands. She loved to see justice take its course. Te poorer Indians took to their new roles with particular relish and the degradation they inflicted on their former tormentors was a joy to behold. For no particular reason other than to see him suffer, Madame Pushpa delivered a swift, powerfulkick to Nigel's ribs and walked inside to inspect her other temporary slaves, the white fieldboy writhing in agony behind her. Inside a plump young blonde knelt naked, scrubbing the floor,her ass and breasts swaying seductively as she worked. When Madame Pushpa pointed out a piece of floor that still remained dirty she was met with a sullen scowl. It only lasted for a sceond but it was enough for Caroline to be scooped up, thrown over Madame's knee and spanked soundly until her creamy as was bright red and tears ran down her cheeks. She was then thrown unceremoniously to the floor by the much larger lady. She had been a spoiled, rich young student at the local university where she had constantly mocked the poor young scholarship girls who lived in a campus dorm. Now she too lived in that dorm as their slave. She cooked, cleaned, washed and entertained her owners and their boyfriends, earned them money with her cute body and, most humiliating for her, followed them to the classes where she had once studied, opening doors for them and carrying their books, Her deference to the scholarship girls and the fierce scoldings and occasional beatings they gave her in public ensured that every student was aware of her new status and treated her accordingly. Leaving the sobbing Caroline, Madame Pushpa looked into her sparkling clean bathroom. A slim, naked, middle-aged white woman with short curly hair quatted head bowed beside the toilet bowl. when she looked up there was no emotion in her eyes except an eager desire to please her owner. Madame smiled. Christine, an American lady, had been one of the worst cases of white arrogance she had ever come across, daily beating and humiliating her poor Indian servant, a thin middle-aged woman named Sunita. It had seemed only right for Christine's training to be entrusted to Sunita and she had done her job well. She had been bound to a post in in Sunita's toilet and had soon learned that food and water would only be made available if she cleaned Sunita and her family's asses well and lovingly. Disobedience brought only starvation and the cane. Within only a few months Christine was the best trained, most willing toilet slave in India. she fetched a high price in the market and her new owners were so impressed that they installed Sunita in their home as her permanent keeper. Entering the living room Madame Pushpa snapped her fingers and her houseboy, Johann, a tall, blonde,muscular German stepped forward fromthe shadows and disrobed her large magnificent body. Gently he led her to her favourite armchair and began to massage her shoulders with studied care. He was Madame's personal property, spotted by her in a hotel lobby, arrested 24 hours later and brought to her for training. He had proved a very willing slave and soon learned to please her with his long tongue and his wonderfully large cock. As he began to massage her huge breasts, Madame Pushpa sitched on her vide.and began to watch her favourite production, a private film sowing her being worshipped by her first and favourite slave Dog (or Bitch or Pissboy), a British man. (Madame particularly enjoyed enslaving Britions and making them pay for their colonial rule in India). It excited her to see the passion with which Dog worshipped her large, dark body his tongue licking the soles of her feet, rolling around her ass cheeks, dipping inside her belly button as he nuzzled her soft round belly, his mouth sucking hungrily on her nipples and finally, his head between her thighs,just as Johann's was now, his tongue bringing her inexorably to orgasm. she did not see Dog so much now of course. He was the property of Miss Anu and Master Sampat, the young brother and sister he had once abused as servants. Now they lived lives of ease with the money Dog earned in his high-powered job. They wore expensive clothes, were members of exclusive clubs and ate out in top restaurants but they were never happier than when using their former employer. He was now an excellent cook, houseboy and toilet slave. He was also making progress as a dancer thanks to the training (and the cane) of Miss Anu. He was even being hired out for weddings and private functions. At high class, though decadent, parties he danced erotically in a sari while at low class functions he danced in skimpy rags, his every movement vulgar and suggestive. Of course, the duties of this dirty little sheboy slut did not end at dancing! As for his owners' sexual appetites Dog did his best to fulfil them. He was now an expert cockucker and asskisser and Master sampat spent many happy hours facefucking his white slut Bitch. The trashy blonde was also called upon to serve beer for fim and his low class friends when they gathered to watch cricket on their large screen TV. Then it was down on her knees until all had been sucked off. The slave then had to have his/her cum covered lipstick smeared face cleaned and what better way than by the combined piss jets of eight drunken men, louts certainly but still his superiors and Gods. Miss Anu had social gatherings too where pussy licking rather than cock sucking was the order of the day. Whether rich or poor her guest never failed to express their appreciation for the devoted attentionms of her white slutboy. Her favourite game,however was to tie Dog face up and spreadeagled on her bed. She would then squat on his face for hours at a time forcing him to licK HEr pussy and ass repeatedly as she came and came. She would then mount his condom clad cock and ride him till she came again. She was wild and savage in her fucking and Dog's lily white body was constantly covered in bruises and scars. If she felt generous he was then allowed to worship her breasts before she released him and sent him crawling back to the dog basket where he now slept. She had been toying for some time with the idea of finding him a bed partner. a friend of hers had an Alsatian and she was sure he would appreciate a human bitch. A telephone ring woke Madame Pushpa from her thoughts. Without breaking his pussy licking rhythm the incredibly well trained Johann handed his Mistress the telephone. It was Miss Anu. excitedly she told Madame that she and Master sampat would soon be leaving town for an extended holiday in the Hill Country. They had relatives in a village there and they were eager to introduce them to the pleasures of white slave ownership. Madame Pushpa agreed it was an excellent idea and demanded a full report upon their return.She the replaced the receiver and urged Johann on to even greater efforts.