'Goddess K' Dominates Her Cousin Brother for Fun (English)

My name is Goddess K and I am 25 years old, but the following story dates back to my college days. Coming from an upper-middle-class family, I have always been my parents' favorite since childhood. Being a stubborn child, my father would shower me with affection whenever I got angry. This upbringing probably contributed to my authoritative nature, which continued from school to college. I used to assert my dominance over boys, have fun, and even report them to the teachers. Perhaps due to my appearance, no one dared to confront me. Throughout school, I treated my male classmates harshly, leading a group of girls to bully them into doing our work. This behavior extended to my college seniors as well. With my tall stature, fair complexion, and sharp features, I appeared older and more mature than my actual age. This led me to initiate ragging rituals in college. Today, as a successful businesswoman known as 'Your Goddess' on social media, I continue to assert my dominance over men, treating them as mere possessions and playthings.

Today, I am recounting a tale from my days as a first-year student. I was tall, fair, and had a discerning appearance. Gradually, a sense of pride began to take root within me, leading me to believe that I possessed the ability to achieve anything as boys seemed to be enamored by me. While the practice of Femdom is not as prevalent in India as it is in the US or UK, subtle shifts have started to emerge. During my teenage years, I never had the opportunity to dominate someone by wielding a whip or trampling them under my heels, yet they would endure everything silently for my amusement. This has now become an integral part of my life, allowing me to reaffirm my belief in my capabilities, knowing that the individual before me will endure any torment, even to the point of death. Consequently, I regularly subject an innocent slave to torture, deriving immense satisfaction from the feeling of power it provides me. The tranquility in my mind stems from the realization that I hold sway over certain lives and can dictate their fate. Such opportunities were scarce in the past.

It was a warm summer day, and the college was closed, allowing for a day of relaxation and family time. The anticipation of the arrival of my mama (maternal uncle), his wife, and their child, Ronny, filled the air with excitement. As the morning began, I found myself engrossed in my daily tasks, but the upcoming social events in the week kept me preoccupied with thoughts of outfits and preparations.

When they finally arrived, the house buzzed with activity. Mama, mami, and Ronny settled in, each finding their place in our home. While uncle took a moment to rest at a room, my aunt and mother engaged in conversation in the kitchen, creating a comforting atmosphere of familial chatter. I invited to come along with me to my room. He came to my room and started talking with me again. There was a feeling in my heart that today is my chance to squeeze it. Though I was the maestro of creating opportunity in my favour, he asked me, "Didi, will you play something?" I said no, I am busy, so he remained seated silently. I kept noticing his entire reaction. Once I came to the kitchen and noticed everyone, who was doing what. Then I came back and said, let's do something unique. What do you want to play? He said hide and seek didi. I said yes, but let's add something unique to it. You become the chor and I am becoming the lady police. You will hide and I will find you, but then I will interrogate you like a police. He smiled. This was new for him. So first we went and hid in a room outside my house. Then after a few seconds, I went and saw that he was under the sofa, the idiot's T-shirt was visible. So I kicked his hand lightly and he was caught. He was smiling but my dominating bhoot was flying up in the sky. I dragged him to my room capturing his collar. Then I said, now there will be an interrogation. He sat on the chair. Locked the door of my room. Then I slapped him hard, and he was shocked. I gently said, a captured thief should not sit up on the chair, Abhi main police hun na, tu niche baith. He was silent in shock and sat down on the floor. Then I sat on the chair and placed both my feet on his shoulders. Ronny was further shocked. I wore black nail paints and the combination of black nail paint against my white skin looked killer. I ordered him a gentle foot massage. He started pressing. I kicked him on the head and ordered him to press harder, and he started obeying. His check had become red due to the hard slap he got. I also thought for a while that if I caught it, it would be very bad. I ordered him to lie down on his back. He was in shock and was looking at me. he was maybe tried to retaliate, and then I kicked him lightly on the face. lied down and he also remained silent. I was thinking that if anybody asks about his check I would say that we are playing a thief police game and it was Ronny's idea to play it. But I was fortunate enough that wasn't required. I got a loophole. The hem of Ronny's pants was slowly rising. He lay down and I placed my feet on his chest like a goddess. His chest and abdomen were covered. And he was looking at my pair. He said for the first time in a long voice, "Your pair is very beautiful." I said angrily but why are your pants growing? He then noticed and got scared. I kicked him a little bit and said the game is over. I'll let everyone know what you did! I am your sister, You should be ashamed of yourself. Ronnie was still lying and I too did not remove my feet off his chest. Ronnie started begging, he was very scared. I told him that you should be punished for this too. He said, Didi, you do anything but please don't tell anyone Didi, please. I was very happy inside. Outside the reaction was angry. Then I said, let me tell you what punishment I can give you. He said, 'Whatever you like.' I said, 'It's okay. There are my heels in the box. Fetch them. I pushed on his face gently with my feet. He quietly went and brought it. Then I ordered him to lie down once again under my feet. He was a little nervous. He looked scared on my face, I grabbed his hair and pushed him to lie down. Then I put my foot on him again. I felt like a Goddess sitting on the throne. Ronnie was so scared, He couldn't figure out what was going to happen next.

I first applied pressure with the heels of my bare feet on his stomach. And the usage continues to be observed. He was looking at me and Ronny was holding his breath. Then I said, take out the heels from the box. He quietly took the chap box and took off my heels, then looked at me. Now I placed my right foot on his chest and said, put the shoe on my feet, he started putting it. But he was lying and so had a problem to putting it on. I pretended to be angry and said, You can't even tie a pair of shoes, you idiot. Then I myself started wearing the heels on his chest. Earlier I said that I am tall, and those black heels are my favourite. I could feel his ribs under my heels. Fair skin, black nail paints and those black pencil heels, I know that if all my dogs today had watched the scene, they would be jealous of Ronny's luck. The dogs can just even die for my feet. My heel was being pressed on his chest. The heels started to sink, he kept holding his breath till then, and along with the press, his sigh came out of his mouth. I asked him, look how your Madam's foot is looking in this heel? I was holding the foot in the heel in the air near his mouth, and he started saying, "Didi..." I again hit him with a light kick, this time wearing heels, on his face. I said address me with Madam, you are still a thief, son! I started wearing heels in the second pair also. I was leaning to wear the heels, so, the heels were just pushing hard against his flesh. The pain in his eyes was clearly visible. tell me now I asked, he said, Police Madam, you are looking really stunning, beautiful. I said, how are you feeling? He tried to answer but due to the unbearable pain, he could just nod to say good. I was sitting with a crossed leg while my left foot was dangling over his face. He said, Madam, there is dirt under your heels. My heart was feeling like putting heels in his mouth. The dominance inside me then went to my head. But controlling myself I said that it would remain dust below the shoes, isn't it?. Come on, press my feet. He started pressing my feet, and in between, he also kept saying aah, because I did not remove my right heel from the same point of his chest, and he was applying pressure of my left feet also on his chest with just one sharp thin heel. I wanted maximum damage. And one more good thing was, his t-shirt was made of soft cotton. He was completely drenched in sweat. Perhaps he was in so much pain in between that he had to stop pressing his feet. And I was exactly waiting for that. Whenever he stopped, I turned my heel and forcefully sank it deeper. Leaving my left leg, he caught my right leg while making a sound and tried to move my leg from there, and I held it tightly. He couldn't move my heel even an inch from that position. He screamed out loud, I was ready for it. Opening the cross leg, I kept my left foot pressed in the exact same position where till some moment ago the right heel had caused a lot of damage. I was not in the mood to show even a little mercy. Such opportunities do not come anywhere outside every day. And today this thing which is trapped in my net, I had to make full use of it. Just before pressing my left heel, I noticed that a deep heel had formed over the T-shirt. Along with the sound of 'Aah' this whole thing happened in a moment and I came with my right foot and hit him straight in his mouth. Shh, what are you doing, thief? Should I go and tell everyone what was your pants doing? He tried to shake his face while saying no. He was in shock as well, now I was also very happy, I had placed my beautiful pair of shoes over my victim's face, and My beautiful feet were glowing. He too was in a state of shock. I said while laughing, let's go, now your role as the thief is over. He was still lying there, he was probably trying to think and understand what had happened to him till now.

As I lifted his t-shirt, I noticed faint heel marks all around, but my attention was drawn to a particular sinuous mark that resembled a black hole. When I touched it, he reacted as if jolted by electricity. Slowly, he stood up. I instructed Ronny to go and show everyone the wound. He hesitated, then asked, "Should I tell you now, Madam?" I assured him that the game was over and he could speak freely. Reluctantly, he said, "Sister, I won't disclose this to anyone, and you won't reveal what happened with my pants either." I had been anticipating this moment. Playfully, I tousled his hair and said, "Well done, good boy." I asked him to fetch my bag, from which I took out a bandaid to apply to his wound. I instructed him that if anyone inquired, he should say he got hurt while playing, and I provided him with the necessary care. He nodded in agreement, and I chuckled while gently patting his cheeks.

After that, I encountered him several times. Currently, he is likely employed at an IT company and no longer visits. However, since that day, whenever our paths crossed, he couldn't meet my gaze directly. Now, I am the Empress, known as 'Your Goddess', commanding countless dogs and slaves worldwide. It has become routine for me to have them worship my feet. Nevertheless, that particular event remains deeply ingrained in my memory.