White Slave in Malaysia Part Two (Femdom, Inter, Humil) Miss Rhangeela was a a large, buxom, dark-skinned young Indian lady who had been one of my laziest employees until I had dismisssed her. Even in those days however I had gazed in wonder at her voluptuous figure. Now as she led me into her home with the leash she had placed round my neck I gazed lustfully at her swaying, sari-clad ass. When she reached the living room she lay down on the settee, draping herself across it, her slipping sari revealing her beautiful round belly and her ample breasts. "Well now my little white dog." she said huskily "Now I'm the boss. Miss Vivien tells me you've turned into quite a good little housemaid. That's good. My aunt and I need a lot of help around the house. While you're here you'll attend to all the household chores. You'll also cook for us. I enjoy eating and so does my aunt. Do you know how to cook Indian food?" "Miss Norida only taught me a few dishes." I replied "They will have to do then." she sighed "Now dog, this is a traditional neighbourhood. We can't have a man running around the house, the neighbours will talk. You will have to dress more appropriately. Come with me." She led me to a bedroom where a garish red sari had been laid out on the bed. "You will wear this." she told me "It's the proper colour for a slut. Anyway, you're no longer a man, only a dog so you don't deserve to wear men's clothing." She removed my sarong and placed a collar round my neck. the collar was attached via a thin, almost invisible leash to a leather harness which she tied round my cock. The leash ran down my back and my cock was pulled back through my legs to give me a more feminine appearance. Next, a padded bra was tied round my chest and then i was wrapped in the sari which was made of cheap, uncomfortable nylon. This done lipstick, rouge and mascara was applied to my face to give me a truly slutty appearance. "Very good." smiled Miss Rhangeela, obviously pleased with her handiwork. "Now you are ready for work. Go to the kitchen, fetch a bucket of water and a brush and start cleaning this house!" I did as I was told and set about the housework while Miss Rhangeela lay on the settee watching TV and eating chocolates, oblivious of my presence. I was cleaning the bathroom when an older, equally large woman entered. It was Miss Sushita, Miss Rhangeela's aunt. "So you new maid." she grinned "You look like slut girl. Are you slut girl?" "Yes Miss." I said, lowering my head. "Good, I like white sluts. Cme with me white slut. Time to tast brown pussy!" She seized me by the hair and dragged me to a bedroom. She sat down on a wicker chair while I knelt before her. Then, pulling down her big panties, she raised her sari and revealed her hairy bush. She pulled me fiercely between her big thighs. "Lick me white slut! Lick me good or I cane your white ass!" I ran my tongue around her outer lips, gently teasing her, then sought out her clit and began to lick and suck slowly at first but faster and faster as she pressed me deeper against her. At last she came, soaking my face with her juices. "Drink!" she demanded "Drink my cum white slut!" I eagerly lapped up her juices and she smiled warmly. "Good slut." she said, patting me on the head. "Now kiss this." She turned and presented me with her huge ass which I kissed lovingly on each cheek. This seemed to please her greatly. "Good slut. Brown ass is specially for white sluts to kiss. White sluts only made to kiss brown ass. Brown mistress, white slave. You agree?" "Yes Miss. Brown people are superior to white people. We are only slut slaves. You are our masters. We are only fit to kiss your asses." Miss Sushita smiled. "You know slut, when I young I maid for British man and wife. They very cruel to me, specially wife. But man like brown girls and he sleep with me. Soon I know he like to be slave, to get beat with cane. I make him kiss my ass. I make him slave. His wife find us she make plenty noise. She want to beat me. Man beat her, tell her kiss my ass. She afraid. She kiss my ass. She like. I make her maid. I make her work hard, beat her every day. She like cane, she like my pussy. She my slut. She lick me good then man give me his cock. After they go back home no more white meat but now I got new slut. I very happy." Just then Miss Rhangeela called from the living room, ordering me to start cooking her dinner. I hastened to the kitchen and prepared after much effort an Indian meal for them. I served them at table and was then ordered to my knees to give Miss Sushita another tonguing while she ate her food. Once again I succeeded in bringing her to climax. After the meal, I cleared the table and washed up. I was then summoned by Miss Rhangeela to a small shrine just off the living room. The shrine was decorated by several Hindu gods and goddesses. "We have many gods and goddesses in our religion." said Miss Rhangeela as she made her devotions. "While you are here you will worship too. You will have a god and a goddess. First you will worship your god." She led me to her bedroom and showed me a large brown phallus which took pride of place on her dressing table. "This is brown cock." she said, smiling "It is the mightiest cock in the world. Brown cock is like god for white dogs. On your belly before your god! Worship his power!" I prostrated myself before the phallus which she gently picked up and placed in front of my head. "Look white slut! Look how big brown cock is, how powerful, how superior! You are nothing before him! You must worship him!" "Yes Miss. Brown cock is superior! I must worship him!" I intoned "Then worship him with your mouth! please him or he will be angry and he will tear your ass apart!" Trembling fearfully, I began to worship the phallus with my mouth, licking and teasing it with my tongue before sucking on the huge object, taking it deeper and deeper into my mouth with every gulp until I could barely breathe. Only then did Miss Rhangeela release me from my task. "Now slut for your goddess, although it must be obvious to you that I am your goddess. You will worship me as your goddess and address me as such. You will begin your adoration now by worshipping my feet." I crawled over and took her feet one by one, licking the dust from between each toe and from her soles, before sucking on her toes. When her feet were perfectly clean she dropped her sari and stood before me naked in all her ample glory. "Now my ass." my goddess commanded "Make it as clean as my feet." I kissed both cheeks of her big, glorious ass reverently then licked them both until the glistened. Prying her cheeks apart I then dipped my tongue teasingly inside her before giving her a long deep clean. Next I attended to her pussy. She was as hairy as her mother and just as fond of cunnilingus. I was not released till she had cum three times. From there I was directed to suck on her huge breasts and for several minutes I was lost in a reverie of delight as I took her big nipples in my mouth. When she was fully sated I was ordered to bow down once more while she dressed herself. She then sat before the dressing table and I was ordered to comb her lustrous long black hair. "I mst look good." she explained, "Some of my friends are coming to visit." Sure enough, there was a knock on the door soon after and a group of giggling young Indian ladies entered. I was ordered to serve refreshments. While I did so, I had to endure the cruel taunts of the young ladies regarding my sluttish sari and my sluttish looks. Goddess Rhangeela explained that she was only borrowing me from my full-time mistress who had despaired of making me into a proper young lady. "It's true." remarked a bespectacled young lady "White women have a predisposition to be sluts. It's part of their basic nature. Still, I have heard that the rattan is very effective for training them." I turned pale on hearing this for I was still in pain from the punishment I had received from Miss Chung and her daughters. Goddess Rhageela laughed. "We can't beat her just yet, not when she's going to entertain us." She ordered me to turn on the stereo. At once the room was filled with exotic music. "Now bitch." said Goddess Rhangeela "Show us what a slut you are by dancing for us. Dance well now or it's the cane for you!" I knew what was expected from me for this had also been part of Miss Norida's training. I began to dance as slowly and erotically as I could, swaying my hips and my crotch, opening and closing my legs and thrusting my chest forward. Yet for all my efforts I knew my movements were not at all erotic, only sluttish parodies. The women were greatly amused however and were soon roaring with laughter. "Well done Rhangeela!" cried one, wiping the tears from her eyes. "You really have made a prize find! But tell me, is she really as much of a slut as you say she is!" "My dear she loves brown cock so much she worships it!" replied Goddess Rhangeela "Her only dream is to please it! I'll prove it to you! Slut, crawl to my room and fetch your god!" I obeyed at once, carefully carrying the hated brown phallus back to the living room where I placed it on the floor in the centre of the room. "Now slut, worship your brown god!" commanded my goddess. I threw myself onto my belly and in front of the amazed assembly I took the phallus once more in my mouth. The guests were silent as they saw how devotedly I worshipped it. "She really is a slut." whispered the one who had doubted my credentials " Why Rhangeela, a lot of men, and women, would pay handsomely for a white bitch like her. You could make a lot of money with a slut like her." "I know that." smiled the godddess "But my aunt prefers to keep her for herself. She enjoys putting white sluts in their place. She's waiting for this one now. Slut, crawl to Miss Sushita!" Tail between my legs I crawled as fast as I could to Miss Sushita's room, leaving the guests convulsed in laughter at this pathetic white slut who was such an abject slave to his brown goddess. Miss Sushita lay sprawled on her bed, naked, with her legs apart. I could see all her gorgeous body, her big heavy breasts, her round belly, her wide, wecoming thighs and that wonderful hairy pussy I had so recently sucked. "Stand up slut!" she ordered "Take off clothes! I want man now, not woman!" I hurriedly stripped and removed my harness to let my cock and balls hang free. "Good slut!" she smiled "Now come here! Give Missy white meat!" I clambered onto the bed and began kissing her comfortable belly and lapping at her pussy. Then, when she was wet I slid in my erect cock. At once, she grabbed my ass with both her bg, powerful hands and thrust me against her, demanding I push ever harder into her. I obliged, causing her to gasp with delight. She came but I was not allowed to stop. My Mistress was in a generous mood. She let me cum inside her! "Good little slut." she whispered, stroking my hair "Make Missy happy! Now clean Missy!" I placed my head between her legs and began licking. I cleaned up all the cum but she forced me lick her till she came. Then my cock was demanded again, then my tongue until she was fully sated. That night I was even allowed to sleep in her bed, cradled in her big, broad arms and suckling her fat nipples like a baby. In the morning, she had to leave early to visit a sick relative. I kissed her large ass goodbye then dressed in my sari and hurried to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my Goddess. She was already there and she was angry. "You worthless white slut!" she screamed "How dare you come to work withoout first having worshipped your God and Goddess! He is angry and he wants your ass!" "Please Goddess, forgive me!" I cried, throwing myself at her feet, genuinely terrified of that huge phallus "Forgive this miserable white worm!" She laughed. "You really are pathetic. To think I once had to take orders from a little piece of shit like you. Well now, shit, the boot's on the other foot. How do you like having to serve someone else's every whim?" "Goddess I was born to serve." I replied "Please forgive me for daring to think myself above you. I know now that you are a Goddess and I am nothing. I am not even worthy to worship your magnificent Brown ass." "Oh I think you are." she smiled "Come, worship your Goddess! Let your tongue explore every inch of my ass. Make love to it with your mouth!" She bent over a chair and raised her sari to expose her glorious big ass. I trembled with excitement as I placed my tongue adoringly against her soft brown flesh and began to lick passionately. When she had had enough she stood and turned to face me, pulling me to my feet by my hair. "Strip!" she commanded and I obeyed "Kneel!" I crouched on all fours as her sari fell to the floor. She stood before me, naked except for a pair of knee-length black boots. I gazed in wonder at her massive breasts and her lush pussy, almost as hairy as her aunt's. She truly was a Goddess! My exposed cock sprang to attention and she laughed. She produced a rubber bit attached to a short pair of reins which she forced me to place between my teeth. Then, picking up a riding crop she sat on my back as if I were a horse, her legs straddling me on either side. I almost came at the touch of the ass I had grown to worship on my skin. The crop struck my rump. "Forward ponyboy! On to the living room!" I staggered forward slowly, hardly able to carry my heavy burden. The crop forced me on, however, and I bore her into the living room where I froze in horror. The bespectacled lady of the night before sat on the sofa and beside her sat a young Indian girl, probably in her late teens. The girl's mouth was open in astonishment. "You see Sunita." said the bespectacled lady "I told you it was possible to reak a man into a slave. although I don't think we have a man in front of us, but a ponyslut." The girl said nothing. Her eyes were on my erect cock. The bespectacled lady glanced in the same direction and smiled. "Really Sunita, how can you look at that pathetic specimen so. Brown cock is what we need and deserve. That is nothing compared to it. Why the slut even worships it himself. Don't you slut?" "Yes Mistress." I said humbly. Miss Sunita laughed. "Can I ride the pony?" she asked Goddess Rhangeela stood up and handed her the crop. "Ride him round the house and don't spare the crop. He's a lazy beast." Miss Sunita took her place on my back and pulled on the reins, pulling the bit forcibly against my mouth. She struck my ass with the crop and off we set round the house. I moved more quickly than I had before since she was much lighter than Goddess Rhangeela but that did not stop her beating me at every opportunity. It seemed to be a trait of young Malaysian girls that once they started using the crop or cane they could not get enough of it. Once in Miss Sushita's bedroom she ordered me to stop. She got off, closed the door and stood in front of me, raising the short skirt she wore to reveal her tight white panties which sparkled against her dark skin. "Now horsey, be a good boy and nuzzle your Mistress." she whispered. I placed my nose against her crotch and began to rub. She gasped with delight and slowly backed against the wall. I rubbed ever more furiouslyasher gasps turned to moans, occasionally flicking at her panties with my tongue. Only when those panties were wet did she push me away. "Good horsey." she breathed, regaining her composure "You deserve a treat. I don't have any sugar but these will do." She unbuttoned her blouse and offered me her pert little tits to suck on. I sucked long and greedily, causing her to become flushed again. I too was excited, so excited my pre-cum began to drop on the floor. Of course, Miss Sunita noticed at once and scowled. "Naughty horsey! Now I have to punish you!" Without waiting for the command I draped mysef over a chair and presented my striped ass to her crop which she used mercilessly. Once she had ridden me back to the living room she returned to her place beside the bespectacled lady while I cowered at Goddess Rhangeela's leather clad feet. "Well?" asked the bespectacled lady "What did you discover?" "That you are indeed right." replied Miss Sunita "It is possible to train a man to give you pleasure at your command while his is denied and it is possible to use such a man as an outlet for your own frustrations. They will suffer your punishments in silence. They live only to serve you and to be used by you. I'm sorry I doubted you Professor." The Professor smiled. "That's quite all right child. It's only important that you realise that men can be shown that they are inferior to women. Come slut, tell us, what is your place in the world?" "At the bottom, Mistress." I replied, my eyes cast to the ground "I am a white dog, the lowest of the low, lower even than white female sluts for all women are superior to me. Both white dogs and white sluts rank below brown men with their god-like cocks but the top of society is reserved for brown women. White dogs and sluts are born to be their ass-lickers, nothing more. Our only purpose is to serve." "Very good." said the Professor "I hope you are taking note of this Sunita. You will not often have the chance to see a pathetic specimen like this so close up. Tell me Rhangheela, can he do anything else apart from kiss ass?" "Of course." said my Goddess "He is a very well trained domestic servant and shoe cleaner. Let me demonstrate. Slut! Clean my boots! Now!" I pressed my tongue to her high boots and licked them vigorously till they were so clean I could see my face in them. The Professor smiled approvingly while Miss Sunita began writing furiously. "He can also do tricks for the amusement of guests." said Goddess Rhangeela. She stood up and picked up a large hoop and a whip from the floor. "Jump through the hoop dog!" she commanded, cracking the whip I crouched on all fours and sprang first one way through the hoop and then another, the whip flicking against my ass each time I did so. "Now beg!" came the command from my Goddess. I sat up on my knees, arms and tongue extended like a real dog. I say a real dog, but was there any difference. "Do you know what you are begging for dog?" asked Goddess Rhangeela, smiling. I shook my head. "This!" she cried and cracked the whip against my back. I cried out in pain and scampered from corner to corner of the room on my hands and knees while she strode after me striking my defenceless body with the whip. when I was criss-crossed with red stripes she relented and dragged me by the hair back to the centre of the room. "When one is bored with such amusements white dogs make good footstools." she smiled and seated herself in an armchair, her feet planted on my back. "Excellent!" applauded the Professor "He really knows his place!" Miss Sunita, meanwhile, continued writing but one of her dirty white socks found its way into my mouth. "I wore these specially." she informed her companions "I heard that white trash like him make good sock cleaners." "My dear,"said the Goddess "I promise that before you leave here today he will clean both your socks and your panties for you. I hope they are not very clean." "Oh no." said Miss Sunita "I didn't want to deprive the dog of the taste of my superior stains." "My underwear is also particularly fragrant." said the Professor "I shall enjoy watching him clean it." So it was that I spent the rest of the morning licking and sucking Misss Sunita's socks and panties, as well as the Professor's panties, back to their original white. The Professor's were especially rank but I did my best to please her. Once I had finished both expressed their satisfaction. "My dear Rhangeela." said the Professor "I have quite enjoyed the spectacle of your slut tongue cleaning my underwear. In fact I am rather excited. May I borrow him for a little while." "Of course." smiled my Goddess "My aunt is away for the day. Please feel free to use her bedroom and my slut." So it was that I crawled once again to the bedroom, the Professor following with her briefcase in her hand. Why, I wondered, did she need that? I was soon to find out. "Kneel down, ass in the air." said the Professor, closing the bedroom door behind her. I did as I was commanded, touching the floor with my head. The Professor opened her briefcase and took out a video camera and tripod which she set up in front of me. "I am a Professor of Psychology at the local university." she explained as she worked "I give a special course for the most gifted female students there, students like Miss Sunita. In this course I teach the innate superiority of the Brown and Black races over the white and the superiority of Women over men. However, many, again like Miss Sunita, are not easily convinced. They require strong evidence like the documentary I am about to film." She pulled over a chair and sat down in front of me, her crossed legs dangling in front of my face. Then, she switched on the camera. "State your name." she said brusquely. "My name is dog." I replied without looking up. "And what are you dog?" "I am a dog. A white slut dog." "Why are you kneeling, naked, at my feet?" "Because you are my superior in every way. White slaves must always bow down in the presence of superior Brown people." "What else should they do?" "They must kiss Brown feet and ass and they must worship their Brown Superiors." "How should they worship them?" "They must worship Brown ass and Brown cock. It is the dream of every white slut slave to serve Brown ass and cock. It is what we are born to do." The Professor turned towards the camera. "I shall now demonstrate how truly lowly white dogs are. Dog crawl to the kitchen and prepare two meals. One for yourself and one for my pet dog." I crawled to the kitchen and began preparing the meals while she occasionally filmed me. I placed a bowl of dog food and a bowl of water on the floor beside a plate of hot curry. The Professor whistled and a huge Alsatian bounded into the kitchen. I cowered back as it glared at me evilly. The camera did not stop filming. "Now observe carefully as the two dogs eat their meals." said the Professor. She then placed the curry in front of the Alsatian and the dog food in front of me. "Eat!" she commanded. Sobbing at my humiliation, a humiliation being filmed for the amusement of her students, I ate the dog food by lapping it up with my tongue. The Alsatian, meanwhile, greedily wolfed down the curry. "You see dear students," said the Professor "the white dog is actually lower in status than my pet which, being a Brown pet, should be his Master. The white bitch should worship his Doggy Cock and, if the Alsatian requires it, offer up his ass to that cock. Would you do that white dog?" "Yes Mistress!" I sobbed, fearing that she would make me act out her fantasy. My humiliation was enough for her, however, and she turned the camera off. I was then led back to the living room where I found Miss Norida waiting with Goddess Rhangeela. "You are lucky slut. Miss Norida is instructed to take you back to Miss Vivien." said the Goddess. She tossed me my sarong. "Put this on and get out!" I obeyed but not before I had kissed the feet of the Professor, Miss Sunita and my Goddess and also kissed her wondrous ass goodbye. Once in the car I was told to sit up front beside Miss Norida. I soon noticed, however, that we were going in the opposite direction from Miss Vivien's house. Miss Norida saw my puzzled expression and laughed. "That right slut. We not go Miss Vivien's place yet. We go kampong, village. Today market day. I got good thing to sell. Get good price!" She laughed loudly and I shuddered. What new degradations lay ahead for me?