She was an Indian superstar and he was her die hard fan (who considered her a goddess). He only hoped to see her, but what happened was beyond his imagination. This is a story of a dominating and powerful girl and a submissive boy who dreamed of ser...
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From this position, she appeared magnanimous. I felt as if she was a queen and I was her slave. I didn't know why the feeling of servitude was coming naturally, I felt like bowing my head in front of her. But I still wasn't sure what she wanted. I waited for further instructions, but they didn't come. She was still texting on her phone while I was on my knees in front of her. After 10 minutes, she looked at me, "Hey you! What's your name?" she asked.
"My name is Vi..," She didn't let me complete.
"Forget it," she said. "I won't be using you after tonight".
Using me? What am I an object for her?
"Can you see this boy?", she said, lifting her dangling foot to expose the sole of her sandals. "I get captured on-screen from head to toe. Do you think my dirty soles would look good on live television?"
"No ma'am," I replied with a shaky voice.
"Then you know what you should do."
I just met her and she just asked me to clean not her sandals but the sole of her sandals. I was her die-hard fan. I could do anything for her, but I didn't expect this.
"Ma'am, where can I find a cloth?"
"I thought you worshipped me," she frowned.
OMG!! So that's what she meant...
"As you command ma'am." I couldn't believe myself saying that. It was as if servitude was coming naturally to me in her presence. I went close to her feet. First I looked at her foot which was on the floor, it was heavenly. Clad in silver-colored sandals with small diamonds studded in them. Her sandals were enough to show my worth in front of her. I moved my gaze to her dangling foot. I observed the dirt on her sole and looked at her again.
"Do you want me to call a priest to find an auspicious time for you to start?"
"I'm sorry ma'am," I replied in fear and began.
I gave her sole, a short and quick lick. It felt bad. I was licking the bottom of this girl's sandals. What the hell was this? I felt like looking at her again but was scared. Then I felt something.
She is no ordinary girl, at the snap of her fingers guards would have thrown me out of the studio, if not sent me to jail. I was sitting at the feet of the queen of the Indian film industry. How many people get this opportunity to be that close to her. People would die to be where I am. I felt bad while licking her sole because I didn't do it with love, nor with respect. That's when I heard a snap!
