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Aunt Rani's world - Part One: Aunt Rani and Aunt Geetha

By Nialvan
Nialvan@yahoo.co.uk

A young heir who has recently inherited his fortune is ensnared by his two beautiful Indian aunties who hypnotise and enslave him and then fleece him of his wealth.

Chapter One:
Aunt Rani

We bring an update on the story of the student who has become ill as a result of licking the shoes of a fellow student. The student is said to be in a stable condition, suffering nothing more than a violent reaction to swallowing such an amount of mud. There is no news on whether the police or university authorities want to investigate.

Part 1 – Live & Exclusive

You might think that a society, any society, which glories in slavery to the extent that it has a whole television channel devoted to the subject, is a somewhat depraved and perverse society. But you’d be wrong.

Chapter 1 -- Room Service

'Hotel "Footslave", can I help you?'

The hotel receptionist answered the phone in her usual chirpy, happy voice. She loved her job -- her first real job since leaving school. Trudy had just turned 20 years old, and all her family were impressed at the fact that, despite leaving school with virtually no qualifications, she had at last managed to secure a potentially good career in the hospitality industry. She may be just the receptionist now, but Trudy had a very high opinion of herself and had ambitions to rise to the very top. She was determined that one day she would be the manageress of her own hotel.

Footslave Themepark

Part 1 – The Welcome

The four young women and their boyfriends, all in their 20s, reached the entrance to the theme park. They read the sign on the gate:

'Welcome to the Footslave Themepark!

Strictly adults only.

No admittance to persons under the age of 18.'

'This is going to be fun!', exclaimed Olga, the leader of the group.

Her friends knew she was right. It had been Olga's idea to come to the theme park, and it was a brilliant idea! The excuse was to celebrate Angela’s 25th birthday -- not that this particular group of friends needed any excuse to humiliate pathetic, male footslaves. They were all haughty, arrogant, spoilt young people -- confident in their innate superiority over mere slaves. And what better place to exercise and demonstrate that superiority than in a theme park devoted to the subject of foot slavery?

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He lay shackled on the floor of his gloomy, windowless cell. Only the single, bare light bulb in the ceiling kept him from being in total darkness. The only sign of life was the occasional sound of the voices of the female guards outside the cell door as they patrolled the corridors.

It was more of a dungeon than a cell - straw on the ground for a bed; a hole in the ground for a toilet. The sole item of furniture was, somewhat bizarrely, a thick, heavy wooden chair in the middle of the room – a chair he couldn’t even reach far enough to sit on due to the chain connecting him to the wall. All he could do was lie or kneel in front of it. Why was there a chair in the middle of the room? It obviously wasn’t for his use. Who was it for?

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The family had all gathered in the living room to witness the arrival of Miss Aysha's new personal footslave.

Mr Iqbal, the head of the family, stood proudly beside his youngest daughter, 21 year-old Aysha, as they waited for Abdul, the family's slave-overseer, to bring in the new slave to pay homage to Aysha's feet for the first time. It was always a fun time for the whole family - the breaking in of a new slave.

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He awoke early that morning. As he lay face down in the dark compartment in which he was confined he could hear the first stirrings of activity in the town square directly outside. The free citizens of Barbaria were beginning to go about their daily business, which meant he would be starting work soon also.

She would be here soon to open up the hatch - ready for him to stick out his head. He was familiar with the routine by now. Sure enough he heard footsteps approaching outside, followed by a bright shaft of light suddenly engulfing the gloomy confines of his prison.

Dave finished licking the tops of Claire's football boots. He smiled to himself, which made him cough and splutter, as a wedge of mud caught in his throat. He composed himself, swallowed it down and thought of what an honour it was to swallow what he was swallowing. To him, the mud from Claire's shoes really was like a meal in the best restaurant. Licking and eating mud from Claire's football boots, riding boots, DM shoes, court shoes, knee boots, loafers or trainers was like having a meal prepared by the best chefs in the world. He knew deep down that it sounded ludicrous to think it - it was mud after all - but it was special mud, mud that somehow had come into contact with Claire as she went about her daily business. Mud that had itself been honoured, and deserved some respect.

I’ve been out of town for several days know with Pat a co worker of mine the whole time we were out of town his wife and him fought on the phone, what I could tell is she wanted to try something new and Pat was freaked out about the hole idea of even trying it.
I tried to talk to him but he didn’t want to talk about it so I left it alone until we came home and his Melissa was waiting in the parking lot and she looked pissed off.
When Pat got out of the car she started complaining to him how he was a scared baby afraid to try anything new.
Pat and her continued for several minutes until I got out of the car and grabbed my bag, Franny you’re an open minded person wouldn’t you want to try something new in your relationship if your girlfriend wanted too, Melissa put me on the spot?