Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Um ... yes, bua."

I told her what happened. Rashida threw back her head and laughed.

"Allergies? Good God! We are not gora manush (white people) that we have allergies to our own food! What a silly excuse! Alright, baba, let's start off your behavioral correction with some slaps. I know I slapped you a lot today, but you deserve it. Show me your cheek."

"Yes, bua."

"And do you know what to do when I slap you?"

"Yes, bua. I will thank you, and ask you for another slap."

SLAP!

The slap was fast, and hard. It left my cheeks with a stinging feeling.

"Thank you, bua, for slapping me. I shouldn't have been peeping at Rubina. Please slap me again, bua."

SLAP!

"Thank you, bua, for slapping me. I shouldn't have been masturbating while thinking about you. Please slap me again, bua."

SLAP!

"Thank you, bua, for slapping me. I shouldn't interrupt you, ever. Please slap me again, bua."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The slaps rained down one after another. After slapping me no less than fifteen times, Rashida stopped.

"From now on, Tarek, I want you to remember one thing." She told me. "You are mine. You are to obey me at all times, and remember – your will is mine, your body is mine and your time is mine."

"Ah ... yes, bua."

I wondered what I was getting myself into.

"There will be nights," Rashida ominously warned me, "that you will not be able to sit on your bum – so severe will be the thrashing I will have given you. And you can forget about having any shame or modesty from me – most of the time I will be stripping you naked for your punishments. I will also train you in edging, where you will cum ONLY when I tell you to cum. That will control your masturbation habits."

"Er ... yes, bua, I understand." Edging? What was that? I had a lot to learn from Rashida, I realized.

Rashida laughed again.

"You are really pathetic, baba. I thought the boy I raised was going to be a proper man. Now it looks like you should have been born a servant."

I blushed a deep crimson shade at her comment.

Rashida then walked to the centre of the room and clapped her hands.

"Baba! Whenever I clap my hands, you are to bow down and kiss my feet."

"Yes, bua!"

Immediately I was on my knees, kissing her feet as she had instructed me. I touched my lips to each of her toes as she stood, bemused, watching the son of the master of the house abase himself at his maid servant's feet. She then clapped her hands again, and I crept back and stood up, eyes cast down towards the floor respectfully.

"By the way, your mother had just called before I came here." Rashida announced. "She and your father are going to some event at her friend's place, and won't be back until very late into the morning. Also, Rubina has just stepped out to visit her uncle's. She will be back tomorrow morning."

I understood. It was just Rashida and me, in the house, for hours. And now I was her domicile slave, at her beck and call, for her to do as she wished with me. I was, once again, at her complete mercy. Looking at me straight in the eye, Rashida caught hold of my ears. She started to twist them as I stood there helplessly.