Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Well," She stated, "I understand you have been a very naughty little boy again, Tarek."

"Yes, bua." I humbly admitted.

"And now you are getting a proper kaan dola (ear twisting) from me, your maid servant."

"Yes, bua."

"And you know what I liked to do to naughty little boys, baba?"

"You punish them, bua."

"And how will I punish you, baba?"

"As you wish, bua. I deserve it."

Rashida stopped twisting my ears.

"Of course, baba. Now let's start with those pesky clothes, shall we?"

My maid servant wasted no time and began to undress me, as I stood there helplessly. She ordered me to take off my shirt first, then my pants were thrown across the room. Standing there in just my underpants, I felt totally dominated and humiliated.

Rashida walked over to me and raised a hand.

SLAP!

She had slapped me – again!

"Didn't I tell you not to wear underwear in the house, baba?"

SLAP!

"Er ... yes, bua. I ... er ... forgot, bua."

SLAP!

"You seem to love getting slapped by me, baba."

SLAP!

"I am sorry, bua. It won't happen again."

My shapely servant grabbed the waist band of my underwear. Slowly Rashida moved down to lower them. She knew how much her spanking would hurt, especially on my bare ass, and so as she leisurely lowered my underpants, it underlined her dominance over me. I stood there helplessly as my underwear came all the way down and finally off. I was now in front of my maid, completely naked, in my birthday suit and ready to be punished. Again.

"You've been a very naughty little boy," Rashida's fingers snaked around my penis. In spite of myself, I started to get hard as she continued to brush my manhood.

"Tarek, the only way to teach you a lesson is to give you a good, long, hard spanking on your bare behind. You deserve it completely." Rashida scolded me. "Believe me, baba, you're going to really get it good tonight. But that's not the only thing I will be doing to you tonight."

I gasped. I had mentally prepared myself for a good spanking, but what else did Rashida have in mind?

"As I said, when I first walked in on you," Rashida repeated her complaint, her hands cupping my testicles. "You were calling out my name, picturing me in your dirty mind while masturbating. Today, you tried to catch a peek of Rubina in the shower, in the nude. Clearly, you treat us maids as some lowly objects who are the subject of your sexual fantasies. So I have decided to make you a sex object. You will be used by me for my sexual fantasies. Essentially, you are now my sex slave."

I stood silent as she continued to rub my balls with two fingers, and then ran her forefinger down my shaft. I was getting harder and harder.

"And clearly, baba, you agree with me, because you have just committed yourself to be my little slave girl. You are going to be my bitch, Tarek. That's what I will make you – my own kutti (bitch)."

Rashida wrapped her hand around my manhood, looked up at me and grinned.

"Clearly your little nunu agrees to being my slave, eh baba?"

"Uh ... yes, bua."

Rashida then let go of my manhood and walked over to where my pants were. She bent down, picked my trousers and slowly removed the belt. My eyes widened as she swung it in the air a couple of times. Surely, she was not going to belt me? Seeing my face, Rashida laughed.

"Don't worry. There's a time for this, baba, but not now."

Rashida made a loop on the belt, so it was more like a noose. She walked over to me and placed the noose over my head, around my neck. I felt like a dog that was just placed on a leash. Rashida drew the noose tight around my neck and gave a sharp tug to bring me to her side.

"I am putting you on a leash, baba." She informed me. "Do you know what animals get put on a leash, Tarek?"

There was only one answer to that question.

"Er, dogs, bua?"

"Exactly! You are now my bitch, baba. Now, get down on all fours and lick my feet like the good little dog you are."

Obediently, I was on the floor on my hands and knees, licking Rashida's feet like a good puppy.

"Raise your butt higher in the air, baba." Rashida instructed, bending down and patting my bum. "Head lower, arch your body. That's good. Remember, keep your pasa high."

I obediently followed her directions.

"Excellent! Now I shall lead you, baba, and you will follow me at my heels like a good little bitch. Make sure to crawl on all fours, and keep your naked pasa high up in the air!"

With that she led me, helpless, stripped, humbled and ashamed, from the bedroom. I was led away naked, on all fours, at the end of a belt around my neck like a dog being taken for a walk by his mistress. Rashida led me into the middle of the master bedroom, and left me kneeling there. She left the noose of her makeshift leash around my neck, while she went into my parents' washroom. The loose end of the belt bumping against my chest and dragging on the floor as I moved reminded me of the way one would train a puppy. I realized that was exactly how Rashida was treating me – as her puppy, her bitch. I had gone from 'baba' to 'bitch' in a few hours. And how quickly I had accepted my demeaning status!