Femdom Story – Father-in-Law Slave Daughter-in-Law – Chapter 01

When she came to the US in 1975, she was in her third year of high school, or 10th grade. Having a solid foundation in English, she entered 11th grade right away and graduated on time. She chose community college because she knew she was beautiful and didn't need a career or advanced degree. During her college years, countless young men fawned over her, worshipping and serving her, begging to be her slaves. She indulged in tormenting them and bestowing favors upon them. Throughout her years of study, she never once had to wash a single shirt or pair of pants herself, not even her underwear or shoes. Everything was brought to her by young men who took turns washing it. Trâm knew full well that they kissed and licked them before washing, but she only smiled meaningfully when they brought them back, kneeling to return them to her. They competed and waited to serve her, to wash her clothes, to shop for her, and to kneel at her feet awaiting her commands. She never had to wash her feet either. Every night, the boys waited for her permission to kneel down and wash her feet, wipe them with their own towels, and sometimes even kiss and lick her beautiful toes. Some were granted the privilege of holding her feet on their heads while she sat reading the newspaper, watching movies, or eating. When they met her in the schoolyard, many respected teachers no longer hesitated to set aside teacher-student etiquette, kneeling down to ask her to step over their heads. Of course, she stepped over casually, sometimes giggling, and many were even rewarded by her turning around to pat their heads with the heel of her shoe, praising them for being clever. One teacher, who received her special attention, came to the lecture hall the next day, crawled to Trâm's seat, knelt at her feet, and begged to be her slave in front of all the students in the class. Trâm took pity on him and granted him the special privilege of washing her white pants and underwear more often. To thank her, one day at the school gate, as she stepped out of a taxi, he was already kneeling at her feet. Trâm was surprised and asked what was going on. The respected teacher asked to carry her to her classroom. She smiled and nodded. He crawled behind her, respectfully lifted her purple-pink robe and placed it on his head, then bowed his head and pressed his forehead against her heels in front of the crowd of students gathered around. The male students knelt down one by one around Trâm's feet. Others voluntarily knelt in two rows, their heads bowed to the ground from the school gate to the lecture hall where she would study. The teacher slowly lowered his head while Trâm laughed until his head was completely between her white pants. Then he gradually lifted his head up, moaning gratefully as the soft fabric of her pants rubbed against his earlobes while the two sides of her long shirt covered his intelligent, scholarly head. When his head reached the bottom of her pants, he asked her to let him rub his head back and forth along her crotch. She slapped his head with her hand, gently pushing it back. He slowly pulled his head back behind her buttocks, pressed his face into her buttocks, and inhaled the scent of the fabric with two panty marks. He kissed around her buttocks, then rubbed his head against her buttocks, poking his head out in front of the front of her long shirt. She made him turn his head back, kneel with his hands on the ground, bow his head over the front of her long dress, and pinch his ears hard while the other boys took turns kneeling at her feet, begging her to forgive their teacher. She smiled as she allowed him to lift the front of her long robe, crawling back between her legs after burying his face between her thighs, inhaling long, blissful breaths. The teacher carried her on his head, walking the entire length of the schoolyard to the seat. She allowed him to use his head as a seat for her to sit on for a moment after he stuck out his tongue and licked her seat. She bounced a few times to satisfy him before he pulled his head out from between her legs and walked up to teach his class. As soon as he finished his lecture, he knelt on the podium, crawled on his knees to Trâm, slowly bent down and untied her shoes. He reverently kissed her feet, then kissed her pant legs, kissing slowly up to her knees. Tram playfully crossed her right leg over her left, and the teacher dared not continue, trembling as he begged to carry Tram to the car. Of course, Tram granted his wish. In the days that followed, after each class, the teacher would serve her, but she always stopped him when he kissed up to the top of her white pants. The teacher begged pitifully, wanting to bury his face in Trâm's crotch once more like he had done at the school gate the day before. Trâm rubbed his head with the toe of her shoe, accompanied by a promise and a haughty but mesmerizing smile.

One weekend morning, wearing a pale pink ao dai and pristine white pants so thin they couldn't be any thinner, she haughtily ordered the teacher to carry her on his neck around the schoolyard. In front of each lecture hall, he knelt down, crawled his head back through her crotch, lifted the back of her ao dai, and in front of all the students, he rubbed his face and head against her buttocks, sticking out his tongue to lick the thin fabric that covered the panties he had washed and given her back this morning. This morning, she allowed him to kneel and wait, his hands holding the clean, freshly laundered underwear above his head, before her bedroom door before dawn. Then he crawled through her legs again, carrying her all the way to her classroom. At the end of class, she smiled and nodded in agreement. The teacher was overjoyed, kneeling down right there and crawling to her feet while thanking Trâm profusely. Trâm let him lift the front of her long dress, trembling as he spread her legs wide, happily burying his face in her crotch and kissing the thin panties. She laughed heartily, stroking his hair, which was beginning to turn gray, while he drowned in the scent of the thin fabric. He begged to lick her pussy right through her pants, but Trâm asked if he licked them when he washed her clothes every day. The teacher trembled and confessed that before washing them, he licked the entire outside and inside of her pants, from the legs to the crotch. Trâm laughed and said that was enough, he shouldn't be rude to her. The teacher begged her for forgiveness, his head pressed between her feet. She said if he was obedient, she would take pity on him and grant him many favors. He asked her, during his free periods, to let him kneel behind her, wait on her, and wait for her to grant him favors. She lifted her buttocks so he could rub his head between her thighs, squeezing him and smiling in agreement. And from then on, he got his wish, kneeling behind her during every class, gazing at her buttocks with the imprint of her panties, and longing. Occasionally, she would lift her hips so he could rest his head on them, serving as her seat. Every now and then, she would tilt her hips to one side so he could stick out his tongue and lick the seat beneath Trâm's buttocks. And now she had married Trung, who was handsome, had a stable job, and worshipped her like a slave to a queen, so she didn't have to worry about financial issues.As Trung's wife, she found a leisurely job selling goods at a large cosmetics store. She only worked from 3 PM to 9 PM, five days a week from Monday to Friday. Trung had been in the US for a long time, away from his family for more than ten years, and considered Mr. and Mrs. Thanh, where she had been staying for a long time, as her adoptive parents. Her job required her to wear glamorous makeup and dress elegantly to attract customers, even though most of them were women. Occasionally, a few men would enter the store and ask casual questions just to look at her, and some bold ones even asked to be her servants. Some would kneel in front of the store for hours, but when she didn't look at them, they would reluctantly get up and leave. An old man with white hair also came, kneeling at her feet, begging to be her servant, begging to crawl between her legs and die content. She always smiled proudly. The middle-aged man who had knelt in front of the car the day before also came regularly, begging to enter the shop, kneeling behind her work chair, begging her to stand up so he could put his head under her seat for her to sit on. She knew he often peeked at her behind and longed to kiss her panties through the thin fabric. She only granted him the privilege of kissing her heels, of her tapping the silver hairs on his head with the heels of her high-heeled shoes. The old man with white hair was also granted his wish. That day, taking advantage of the crowd, she ordered him to bring a chair and place it in front of the door. He trembled as he obeyed. She sat majestically on the chair, the old man kneeling at her feet, kissing her shoes.