Inserted an ad in the local evening midday at Bombay that read availabe man for foot care, massage, pedicures etc for home visits . call --------
In just a day received a call from this man who fixed me up for a visit to a suburban home, for a lady who said was a celebrity and he obviously worked for.
I reached at my alloted time and was taken by this person who offered me a drink . when I woke up , I was tied up to the floor and realized that I had obviously been drugged.
Time and silence that seemed like eternity passed till the door to my room opened and walked in a boollywood actress who we in india know as Raveena Tandon.
No smile, No acknowledgement, no response---------- opened her handbag, took out this bundle of notes and threw at at my face.
Since it was a lot of money, I probably had the look on my face that spelled acceptance of whatever was to come and lay quietly , didnt say anything even though my mouth was not taped or anything and thought I was lucky that I was aware of fetishes like foot worship etc.
Raveena did some of her own thing in the room, then eventually walked towards me and took her shoes off.
Before I knew what to expect she placed one foot on my neck and immedietly stood full weight, and kept her other foot on my face for support.
No movement from her was making this more difficult but made no difference to her.
After a while she started to speak and said----- if you allow this time with me to pass by without uttering a single word of objection, this could become a regular job for me, and would in turn also make me rich.
Said if she was happy would also introduce me to some of her other working friends from the film industry.
I was finding it more and more difficult to breath by now but with some strength started to lick the bottom of her feet to acknowledge my acceptance.
She got off-----looked me in the eye and then all of a sudden kicked me in the face with the bottom of her feet.
This carried on harder and harder sometimes on my lips, then on my eyes, my nose and all over.
Raveena kept looking me in the eyes as if was doing some research on what pain threshholds were possible for humans.
I think it was either that she got tired and stopped or it may have been my bleeding face that got her to stop, and she finally stood up once again on my neck this time both feet.
When she felt that I was gulping/grasping for air and that maybe my windpipe was crushing under her goddess self ------------- she said that was preparing to make a indian movie on fetishes and she and some other friends like isha koppikar, kajol, sonali bendre, amrita , amisha patel, urmila etc had planned to use someone like me for all there research.
Finally left after recovering and left with the assurance that would be called often by any or sometimes all of them for what they called research.
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