r/desifemdomme

Chubby Submissive Boy from Delhi .
Looking For a Mistress to Serve.
And recreate this image .
Begging at my all fours to be Destroyed.
Pegging till I shiver 🥶.
Waiting for Mistress 🥺

DM if interested

In this relationship I wield the cock and you get fed with it, day and night.

DM if interested

Such a pathetic existence 🤣🤣

A Boot sub's journal note -02

I arrived at the hotel suite later than the others. The event downstairs had already ended, and Ma’am Luna had texted me a simple instruction: come up when the last guests leave the lobby. When the door opened I stepped inside and immediately dropped to my knees. Three women were already seated in the living area. Ma’am Luna and two of her close friends. Soft music played in the background. The air felt different with more people present. My face burned the moment they all looked at me.

She didn’t make me wait. “Serve the drinks first.”

I stayed on my knees and carefully poured the first round, carrying each glass up to the low table without rising. Every movement felt heavier under their eyes. When the glasses were in place she extended one black combat boot toward me.

“Between each round, you worship. Properly.”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the leather, then moved to the sole. My tongue traced the deep treads slowly while the conversation continued above me. One of the other women laughed softly. The sound made my chest tighten, but I kept licking, cleaning every groove until Ma’am Luna shifted her foot and told me to continue serving.

I poured the next round the same way, still on my knees. Each time I returned to her boots I felt smaller. The presence of the others made the exposure sharper. My jaw stayed clenched. There were moments my eyes stung and I had to swallow hard to keep myself steady. Yet the clear structure of the evening left almost no space for my own thoughts. I simply moved between the table and her boots as instructed.

After the third round she placed a small glass of water on the floor near her feet.

“Only you drink when I allow it. And only like this.”

I was told to lower my face close to the sole of her boot while I drank. The glass stayed on the floor; I had to lean down and take careful sips with my cheek nearly touching the leather. The position kept me low and aware of every person watching. The water tasted ordinary, but the way I was allowed to take it made my stomach twist with both shame and a strange, quiet relief. I finished only when she said I could.

Throughout the evening the pattern continued. Serve. Worship. Serve again. Occasional soft comments from the other two women. Firm corrections from Ma’am Luna whenever my posture slipped. Each correction grounded me further. The more people who saw me like this, the clearer my place became. I loved how little room there was left for hesitation. I loved being useful and exposed at the same time.

Later, when the others finally left, the suite grew quiet again. She let me rest my forehead against the warm sole of her boot for a few minutes. We spoke only a little afterward. The conversation felt steady and real after everything that had happened in front of others. When I eventually returned to my own room the silence felt heavier than usual. I already missed the clear order of the evening. I missed moving between the glasses and her boots, knowing exactly what was expected of me.

That was the night. What stayed with me most was the gratitude. For the extra eyes watching. For the simple tasks that kept me focused. For being allowed to serve and to drink only when and how she decided.

Looking for someone to hang out, dress up together, and have a fun, DM me if you’re interested! 💖

Start your dm with asl and a full body pic for bonus 😉