The Gora pt1

[insect]

It was my first day at the office. It had all seemed pleasant enough, a normal looking industrial unit a few miles from Town, import export business, it wasn't the best paid job in the world but the hours were good and it was near my bus route.
The first day at work I noticed straight away that I was the only white male in the office, nearly all the other staff were indian women, this wasn't a problem for me, I had always admired Indian women for their beauty and achievments however, things got a little tedious as there was little English spoken in the office. This wasn't because they were straight from India, on the contrary most of them were quite western in appearance, boots, court shoes, business attire, no I assumed it was because of the nature of the import export business and it's dealings with the subcontinent.
My week had been fairly uneventful, even boring, I was the office floater covering others jobs and any odds and ends that needed doing. On the Friday however, the changes began to happen. A colleague, Jatti, spilled her coffee right by the large window, I was on hand so grabbed a cloth and, on my hands & knees began to clean up the spill. Suddenly I heard a scream, looked up and saw most of the office running towards me, i found myself amidst a sea of boots and shoes all jostling for position at the window. Just as I was about to try and extricate myself I felt a sharp pain on my hand and looked down to see a pair of heels belonging to a pair of tan coloured boots pressing into my flesh, then a black kitten heeled court shoe began jumping up and down on my other hand before settling down to crush my hand flat.
The women were making so much noise that I had to take the pain as they wouldn't have heard me and I was slightly embarressed and I have to say, slightly aroused. As I knelt amongst the sea of legs with my hands being vandalised by heels and soles I gathered that it was someone famous outside, probably paying a visit to the Asian photographic studios next door, the women were certainly very excited, so much so that they either didn't notice me or ignored me at their feet.
Just when I was beginning to wonder whether I should shout up in case I got branded a pervert I heard a sharp female voice. It sounded like Bally, my immediate boss. As she walked towards the window the girls cleared a space for her, giving my poor, painful hands some relief from the heel onslaught.

[insect]

I was just about to start to get up and explain to my boss why I was kneeling amongst the feet of all these beautiful Indian women when I felt a sharp pressure on my back and then felt a huge weight bearing me down.
I looked up as best I could & couldn't believe what I was seeing, My boss, Balli had climbed on my back & now was standing on me shouting & cheering in Hindi with all the other girls. She was using me as a stool to get a better view out of the window! I knelt on the floor for what seemed like 20 minutes, totally bewildered and astonished by this turn of events, as my bosses' weight bore down on me, my legs going numb and my hands once more crushed by boot heels and shoe soles. My mind went blank and all I could feel was the sensation of being slowly crushed by women. As soon as it started, it ended. The staff returned to their desks, some treading on my hands in the process, a couple remaining to help my Boss dismount from my back.
I didn't dare look up as I was so embarressed at how I'd just been used. I expected her to take at least some time to see if I was ok or even to just explain what had just happened but all she said was 'Back to Work Gora!' before turning on the heels of her knee length black boots and striding off towards her office. I picked my self up with some difficulty and was about to sidle off to the toilets without catching anyones eye when I heard one of the women say 'aren't you going to clean up that spill then?' I stared up at her but she had already finished talking to me and was getting ready for lunch. I got my cloth, got back down on my hands and knees and started to scrub at the coffee stain, now ground in by multiple pairs of boots and shoes.

[manager]

Nice please continue

[hhhmmm]

insect:

Am loving it so far! Very nice:) Just a hint, open up your word processor and type out the story. From there you can save it to your h/d, if you want to. Left mouse button click, highlight the story or document, do ctrl+c, then open up MSDD, then from there you can open copy the story by going ctrl+v.

It will drop your highlight here, and you can get in the entire story at one shot:)

Very good beginning, and to see more updates.

Just my thoughts:)

hhhmmm

[bfrug]

Great start & I look forward to reading the next bit.

[trampleme5]

A brilliant start thankyou for your effort i cant wait to see what they do with him next

[Davie D]

An excellent start, please continue!!:thumbsup2:

[insect]

Thanks for the comments..much appreciated! Cheers Hmmmm, I'll use Word from now on..I didn't really mean to write a story at the time, it just came out. More soon and thanks again

[kalkar]

Wonderful start, I love uncaring office crush. Please add more detail of shoes (high heel sandals maybe) and the pain he suffer...

Thanks and please continue, these are very unfruitful days for trample stories, and yours is very welcomed..

Kalkar

[insect]

5 o clock arrived without anything more eventful happening but my head was still in a whirl. I’d arrived back from lunch expecting comments or at least sniggers from the women but they all more or less ignored me, just talking amongst themselves in Hindi as usual.
I put on my coat and headed for the door, thankful for the weekend soon to come. I was so keen to leave the building that I nearly bumped straight into Bally, my Boss. ‘A word before you go’ she said, ushering me into her office. I entered and in my nervousness, bumped straight into her desk, knocking her travel bag flying and scattering most of the contents.
‘Stupid Gora’ she snapped, ‘pick those up’ but I was already down on my hands and knees scrabbling for her things. Suddenly her mobile rang, I heard her answer it and begin to talk in English and then I felt her weight upon my back as she proceeded to sit on me and carry on her conversation. Once again I didn’t know just how to react, but I thought being as she is my boss I’d better just go along with this for the meantime. She adjusted her self on my back, getting comfortable, carrying on talking as one of her knee length black boots settled it’s heel onto the top of my hand. She appeared to be talking to a Girl Friend; her words were now mostly Hindi with some English, interspersed with fits of laughter. I caught some random words, ‘It’s begun, under control, like putty, November 5th’, but I couldn’t make any sense out of them.
Instead I concentrated on her beautiful black boot, the way it hugged the shape of her leg, the power of the arched heel and the cruelty of the heel tip, worn down to the metal, now digging painfully into my hand.
I was so lost in my reverie that Bally surprised me when she got up off my back. ‘Come on Gora, pick those things up I said didn’t I?’ Yes Bally I said meekly picking up lip gloss and eyeliner. ‘Who gave you permission to use my first name Gora?’ she snarled. I said that all the other women did so I thought it would be alright. ‘No it is not , ‘alright’. My name is Miss Sahota, I expect to hear you calling it from now on, do you understand Gora?’ Yes Miss Sahota I muttered slowly rising to my feet and placing the bag back on her desk, hoping she wouldn’t noticed the unforseen lump in my trousers. ‘Right, Get out and don’t forget you are in tomorrow, 8.30 sharp’
But it’s Saturday, I exclaimed, and I’m off to Manchester to watch Birmingham City away, I’ve already shelled out on tickets and everything.
‘You are required to work the occasional weekend at the company’s discretion and we need you in tomorrow’ she stated. But I have a lift sorted, It’s too late to cancel, I will…..’It’s your choice Gora, be here at 8.30 on the dot or find alternate employment.' With that she turned on her heels, picked up her bag and strode out. I watched her climb into her silver BMW 3 series, make another quick call then speed off into the weak late Autumn evening sun, I was gutted, I so wanted to go to the game but I knew deep down I would be standing on the steps of this building tomorrow morning.

[toejam]

very nice begging to this story

[insoleforfem]

Oh God please go on i love this beginning thank you

[footslavejoe]

great so great please continue!

[JOHN EALAND]

Now this as really got my interest.
Exellant start insect.
It's funny but I do know a Indian girl called Balli & she works in a busy sales office in Wolverhampton, & yes she is a bossy bitch.

[insect]

Now this as really got my interest.
Exellant start insect.
It's funny but I do know a Indian girl called Balli & she works in a busy sales office in Wolverhampton, & yes she is a bossy bitch.

Thanks John, This Bally is an algamation of a few Beautiful Indian Bally's I know. For me, Bossy Indian Business Bitches should be worshipped by all men.
Hope you like the next parts

[insect]

8.30 Saturday arrived and found me waiting in the cold morning air outside the office doors for my boss, Bally to arrive. I’d got a lot of stick from the lads for not going to Manchester and I’d ended up the better part of £100 out of pocket to boot.
I had plenty of time to think about this as Bally didn’t arrive until 9.30, an hour late. By that time I was cold and fed up and was going to tell her exactly what I thought of her keeping me waiting. However she just stepped out of her BMW, sunglasses on her head, talking on her mobile in Hindi, & totally ignored me! Another Indian woman stepped out of the passenger side, I recognised her as a co-worker, Sabina, she was dressed in jeans and a black jacket with black stilettos just showing off a patch of her smooth foot.
She without a word, walked past me and opened up, shutting off the alarm then walked back to the car opening the boot. She motioned to me to walk over to her and handed me several large black bags to carry then walked over to Bally who was still talking on the phone.
Bally then clicked her fingers in my direction and they both started to walk up the stairs with me, carrying their bags, behind them.

We reached Bally’s office and the both sat down facing me as I placed their bags on her desk. ‘Nice to see you made the right decision’ said Bally, ‘I’ve been here since half eight’ I moaned, ‘I do admire your enthusiasm but I clearly stated 9.30 when we spoke yesterday’ she said. I started to retort but she just turned to Sabina and began to talk in Hindi to her leaving me standing their listening but not understanding, save for the laughs which were frequent.
Eventually she turned to me and handed me the keys to her BMW. ‘Great’ I thought, I’ll actually get to drive her car, this Saturday working has obviously moved me up a level in her estimation….and then it came…’You will find a bucket and sponge in the cleaners cupboard, make sure it’s sparkling’ She then dismissed me with a wave of her hand ‘Hold on’ I said, ‘I thought I was here to work’ ‘Who do you work for?’ she replied, ‘er, you Miss Sahota’ I murmured, ‘Louder’ she said sharply, ‘You Miss Sahota’ I said, head bowed, ‘That’s right, ME, now go and be a good little Gora and do the job you’ve been told to do’ I turned and walked towards the stairs, ‘Gora, wait by the car when you have finished, I want to inspect your cleaning skills, and I hope for your sake they are better than your office skills’ with that they both burst out laughing as I trudged downstairs, my heart sinking, wondering just what I’d done to deserve this treatment.

To cut a long story short I finished washing her car and waited for about 20 minutes in the cold until I finally heard the click of stilettos coming down the stairs. However instead of Bally it was Sabina who appeared and walked purposefully towards me. I didn’t really know Sabina; I’d seen her around the office and had made her a cup of tea a few times but not much more. I couldn’t help but appreciate how good she looked as she walked around the car, bending down slightly to inspect the wheel rims. ‘Here’ she said curtly ‘this is not done’ pointing out a tiny patch of dirt I had missed with the point of her shoe, ‘and here, and here’ she continued, pointing again with the tip of her black stiletto. She was pointing at the underside of the bumper but I couldn’t see any thing there. ‘Get down and look properly’ she said with an almost disinterested tone in her voice. I got right down on my knees, almost with my head on the floor to see for myself. Sabina stuck the point of her shoe inches from my face and Barked ‘There Gora, are you blind?’ To be honest the only mark there was the one she had just made with the tip of her shoe but I said I could see it anyway as I could sense she was losing patience with me. She then in one motion, wiped the tip of her shoe on my cheek , turned and began walking away, calling out ‘Do it again Gora, and make a good job of it this time’ as she began clicking her stilettoed way up the stairs.

I rubbed the dirt from my cheek and wondered what I should do, this was gong too far, we had no union and there was no-one I could really speak to who I worked with. I resolved that I would clean the car again so as not to give Bally, (must remember it’s Miss Sahota) any reason to discipline me but that I would have it out with her and resign if necessary.

[insect]

I finished the car, there was no doubt it was absolutely sparkling clean now, put the bucket and sponge away and strode up the stairs. I walked into her office but it was empty. I heard voices coming from the main office and headed in there to find my Boss and Sabina gathered around my computer terminal.
Bally –I mean Miss Sahota looked up surprised, ‘Did I say you could come upstairs..No I didn’t, I just hope your work is finished and that’s why you are bothering me’ ‘I’ve had enough of this’ I said, ‘I want to be treated like a decent human being or I am leaving this firm right now’ I felt quite pleased with myself, I’d put it on the line, given it to them straight, they won’t treat me like dirt any more’
Miss Sahota looked furious, the only time I’d seen her look like that was when someone had pranged her beamer on the way in to work.
‘Come here you little shit’ she barked, take a look at your computer screen. I walked round a little afraid of her and looked at my screen. She and Sabina had opened up my browsing history from the past 2 weeks.

I looked down it and was shocked to see ‘mistress destiny’s femdom forum, High heel Heidi, foot fetish attitude, femdom city and even a scat site amongst many others. I was horrified and my face showed it going bright beetroot red. The thing is, I had been on a few of those sites at home, on my own pc, and I admit I found the sites a little interesting but I had NEVER been on them in works time. ‘How did those get there’ I spluttered, I’ve never seen those sites before in my life’ The trouble is it wasn’t true and this showed through on my face.
‘How else did these disgusting sites come to be in your history, more or less every day you perverted little creep’ said Miss Sahota clicking on a file marked ‘data schedules’.
‘More filth’ chimed in Sabina as instead of the number crunching spreadsheets I knew to be in that file, images of women in heels treading all over prostrate males splashed onto the screen in a slideshow of that had the end of my job written all over it.
Ms Sahota stopped the slideshow on one particular picture of an Indian businesswoman using a naked male to clean her shoes. ‘This will not be tolerated, get your things together and get out, you’re fired with immediate effect.'
‘Please, I know nothing about those sites, those images, someone must have used my pc while I was at lunch.’ I pleaded, ‘LEAVE’ barked Miss Sahota, ‘and don’t think this won’t be mentioned in your reference, I’ll be surprised if you can get a job as a toilet cleaner after this’ ‘He’d probably like that’ sneered Sabina, obviously enjoying every minute of this.

I felt sick knowing what she had said was right, I’d never get a decent job again with the reference Miss Sahota would write, there was nothing for it but to plead. I threw myself on my knees and begged to be allowed to stay, promising to work longer hours, with less breaks and harder than ever, I was in the middle of promising to clean Miss Sahota’s car every Saturday when I heard Sabina say ‘I suppose the Gora could be useful’ ‘Hmm, maybe you’re right Sabina, Gora, how much do you want this job?’ As much as was humanly possible I gushed sensing a slight glimmer of hope. ‘I want proof not words, insect, Sabina, do you think you could bear to have this disgusting creature touch your shoe? ‘eeeew, if I must Bally, but just the soles’
‘You heard her Gora, lick the dirt from Sabina soles just like in the pictures you sooo love, and if you lick well enough I may consider keeping you on’
Sabina placed her elegant black stilettos on a chair and leant back, both women watching me intently, I felt this big but what choice did I have, I’d idly imagined I might be a little excited if this ever happened to me, but now it was all I could feel was fear and humiliation. I licked for my very life, swallowing every last particle of dirt and dust from Sabina’s soles as the two women sat laughing and joking in Hindi.

‘ENOUGH’ barked Miss Sahota, ‘come here and sign this’ she said pointing at a manuscript on the desk. DON’T read, just sign by the crosses idiot’ she barked. I signed by every cross then Miss Sahota and Sabina each signed on various pages. ‘Do you know what that is Gora?’ teased Miss Sahota, ‘It’s your new contract, your previous role is now dissolved and you are now re-employed as from today on new pay and conditions’.
I could only kneel, mouth open in surprise as she carried on. ‘You are now on minimum wage, contracted to the maximum hours permissible under law with opt outs from your holiday entitlement, which you have so nicely signed over to Sabina here, opt outs from any pension, and from any bonuses. You have also signed my new disciplinary procedure which exists just for you and incurs you making up hours, and paying fines for all manner of indiscretions, such as not washing the staff cups up properly, failing to answer a phone after 2 rings and so on.
Your new role within the company is Staff Dogsbody, see, it says so here’ she smiled pointing to the contract. You will come in when I say and leave when I say and will continue to be my employee 24 hours a day. You will now do the job of the cleaner first thing every morning and last thing at night, you will work weekends at my, or if I don’t require you, any other staff members say so.
You will be at the beck and call of everyone working here and will carry out your instructions without any questioning or attitude.
If you fail to do as you’re told ever, you will be fired, and I will personally tell the brothers of all the women who work here that you were fired for sexual harassment of their sisters. I wouldn’t fancy your chances when that got out.’

‘Now Gora, get the mop and bucket and go and clean the ladies toilets’
I rose from my knees in a daze, and received a swift kick to the backside, ‘Move it lazy Gora,’ snapped Sabina, my soles will need cleaning again before I leave’ she said both of them bursting out laughing in the process.

I began cleaning the toilets, my mind refusing to make sense of my predicament, all I knew is I had a deep unsettling feeling that things had changed forever, and not for the better.

[patheticus555]

Great story, Insect! As you probably know I too dream of serving a haughty Indian mistress. They are so stunningly beautiful, appear so soft and feminine - yet you just know they would love to have an inferior man grovelling at their pretty, Goddess-like feet!

Thanks very much for your work on this story!

Patheticus.

[insect]

Patheticus...coming from you that is praise indeed, thank you!
Stunningly beautiful is right, combined with ruthless business acumen, and a bossy bitchy streak, each Indian women could easily have her own hareem of male slaves if she so wished.

[Aramis]

Yes, great job; I look forward to the next installment!

[kalkar]

Insect thanks for your efforts. I hope you don't mind a little criticism. There is tons of this kind of being foot fetishist, then blackmailed and became office foot slave type of stories.

But unknowing or uncaring office trample or crush (maybe some valuable think of him) stories are very rare and for me much more interesting. With your writing skills a wonderful story of that type can come out. At the start your story was that kind too.

This will be very appreciated if you write a story of this kind, at least by me :))

Take care, and thanks again...

Kalkar

[insect]

Thanks all for your comments, much appreciated..Kalkar..I do know what you mean & I don't intend to go down the road of the typical office blackmail scenario........

[kalkar]

Just the fact that he is being a foot fetishist and the ladies making great efforts to humiliate him is somewhat turn off for me. I love the scenes like in the start of story: they don't even recognize him as a human, just part of floor...

Also uncaring crush of smt. valuable for him is a very hot scenario for me.


It is just my taste insect, don't get it wrong, your story is very much appreciated...

Kalkar

[insect]

Your comments are appreciated Kalkar, for me this is kind of my ultimate fantasy, realism is a huge part of this, for me it either has to be a cruellian world or like Patheticus's world where slaves and indeed, slave rental are an accepted part of life, or it has to be in the here and now and be believable. I too like the uncaring and unknowing crush/trample but for him to be part of the floor I think it would take many months of servitude to get to that level.
Anyway, as I say, thanks for being interested

[subshag]

'Princess Jen', 'Slave to an IT Girl', 'Boss Lady Tanya' are one of my favourites. And this story goes right in there, one of those I can read over and over and over again, without stopping myself from being aroused. Will leave a mark on the subconscious for a long time to come...

Well done!

[paulfoot]

Congratulations on writing a so far marvellous story. I too am a HUGE fan of the 'Bitchy Asian Female'.
I for one, hope that you continue writing the story as YOU feel is right. I do acknowledge other peoples input and some of their ideas are very interesting, but I would suggest that you continue with your own train of thought. If it's not broken, don't fix it...........
Viva the Asian women!!!!

By the way, there was mention of a story called 'Slave to an IT girl', does anyone know of this story, the author, or where it may be found as it sounds like the kind of story that would interest me as I am a big fan of the office footdom genre.
Many thanks :)

[insect]

I finished cleaning the ladies toilets, almost on autopilot, trying to make sense of my new predicament. Was it worth staying with a job where I would be mistreated and taken advantage of, what about my life outside and my mates? I don’t know if I could face the looks and questioning I’d get when I told them I couldn’t be sure of meeting up on a weekend again.
On the other hand I had no reason to doubt that Miss Sahota meant exactly what she said, to leave now would mean poverty, possible homelessness and probably some severe beatings too, I didn’t want to leave this town, dammit, I’d just have to make a go of it, how bad could it be?

I finished up, washed out the mop and bucket and walked back to the office.
Miss Sahota and Sabina were in her office; I knocked on the door and waited.
There was no reply. After about 10 minutes I knocked again. The door opened, an arm reached out and I felt a hard slap around my face.
It was Sabina. ‘You will wait until the door is answered, it may take 1 minute, it may take 1 hour. Do you understand Gora?’
Yes I do I said trying to be meek. ‘Stop pulling a ridiculous face and follow me’ she said striding off.
I followed her to the women’s toilets; she strode in and sat down on a comfy chair. (One of a few in the women’s toilets which always seem to be so much more luxurious than the mens!)
‘Floors still wet’ she said looking straight at me, ‘you will be expected to dry it in future’ Yes, I’m sorry, I will…I began…’Call me Miss in future and shut up boy’ she said, lazily cutting across my speech.
‘Now I did say I wanted my soles cleaning again, get to it’
Yes miss I said kneeling before her, beginning to tongue lick the newly accumulated dirt from her elegant shoes. ‘EEEEEW that’s enough Gora, it’s just too disgusting, licking another persons shoes, even for you.

This bathroom needs doing again, I want it done in an hour, is that clear Gora?’
I mumbled yes and got the mop and bucket out the store, and when I returned a whooping and laughing Sabina was turning all the taps on with the plugs in, stuffing toilet rolls down the toilets and flushing them until she was in hysterics and water was beginning to overflow everywhere.
‘I’ve always wanted to do that’ she said flushed and beaming.
NOW CLEAR THE FUCKING LOT UP!’ she shouted and whirled away leaving me to try and stem a tide of overflowing sinks and toilet water.

Ok, it’s not perfect but I’m still getting paid I thought as I scrambled to carry out her instructions, maybe I could get used to being talked to and treated this way, I’ve managed it so far.
Well, I cleaned up and dried up, it must have taken me about 2 hours but no-one came to check on me.
I walked back up to the office and found it all unlit and empty except for one lamp illuminating a solitary desk. Under it was a note.
‘Gora (your new name – get used to it) we have long since gone home. The office is locked and alarmed so you will be spending the rest of the weekend here. A copy of your new contract is on this desk…I suggest you study it well.
See you Monday – Miss Sahota - from now on THE most important thing in your pathetic life.

[JayGil]

Excellent story. Looking forward to reading the following parts. My vote also to keep on your own path :)

[insect]

Thank you JayGil.
Just out of interest - would people prefer me to post further chapters in individual threads, A chapter 7 thread then a chapter 8 thread and so on, or would you prefer that I kept posting further chapters in this thread.
(it's possible this story could reach Dune like proportions...I'm holding out for the movie rights):)

[canute99]

Hey Insect,

First off, this is easily one of my favorite stories ever. I used to have an Indian girlfriend and though we played around with her dominant attitude I never had the courage to bring it up fully. Ever since I have been so attracted to the idea of serving an Indian Goddess.

I really have no preference of how you post the remaining parts of the story, but I do hope that there are many many more. If this story went on forever I dont think I would ever get sick of it. It is hitting each and every one of my fantasies. Keep up the good work man.

[insect]

Thanks Canute, it's not just me then, Indian women ARE naturally Bossy!
All comments welcome