Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My mouth must have been open as I drunk in this heavenly sight, as Rashida pointedly tapped at my jaw.

"Close your mouth, boy."

"Er ... yes, bua."

I then added, perhaps with a little courage, "You are very lovely to look at bua. You are very beautiful."

"Why, thank you, baba. Your little nunu agrees as well, baba."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Rashida then walked over to face me.

"Before you begin your bath," she explained, "you must relieve yourself, and then clean yourself before entering the bath. So," she ordered, "go on, and sit on the toilet and pee."

Again, I hesitated for a moment, and again, I saw her shake her head in displeasure.

SLAP!

A cracking sound resulted as the back of her hand met my face.

"I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me. I am doing it now."

Before she could say another word, or slap me again, I walked over to the toilet, squatted on the commode, and began to urinate.

As my piss hit the bowl, a warm feeling of humiliation swept over me, as I realized I was now relieving myself unabashedly in front of my maid. I had a full bladder, and the urine continued to stream down, making a noise, all the while emphasizing my indignity and lowly status.

After I was done, I was given some water and tissue to clean myself, which I did. I was told to go and stand obediently beside the hot tub, and this time, Rashida squatted down on the commode, and began to pee. I watched in fascination as Rashida urinated loudly. She seemed completely to not care that I was there. I was just a piece of the furniture for her. She urinated long and hard until she was done. Then she beckoned me to get the lota (mug) of water and some tissue. I grabbed those and walked up to her.

"Well?" She looked up and asked, in a slightly irritated tone.

I understood. Whereas when I had urinated, I had cleaned myself, but I was now her slave (or as Rashida called me, her "bitch"). Here, Rashida was my Mistress and I her "slut". I was to clean her.

She parted her legs and I rubbed the wet tissue between her legs. My hands became warm as her urine spread there, and I used the water to clean her and then myself. I used another piece of tissue, reached between her legs and rubbed her wet pussy thoroughly, cleaning her. I then turned around to the sink and washed my hands. Upon finishing up, Rashida walked over to where I was standing, and turned me around to face her.

"Now, baba, let's get you into the bath so we can get you cleaned up."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida got into the tub and slid into the warm relaxing embrace of the water. The soapy foam circled around her boobs and she purred contentedly at the bath. As a maid, she would never have dared to do this if my parents were home. However, my parents were not here, and I was completely under her domination to even think of protesting.

All I could think of were her boobs as the water crept around them, soap suds glistening on her nipples.

"Ok, baba, get in." She told me.

"Yes, bua."

I stepped into the bath. A little water slashed and landed outside the tub.

Rashida took her time and cleaned me thoroughly. I felt like a little boy who was being given a bath by his mommy. First she made me turn around so that my back was to her. She took a mug and filled it with water and poured it over my head. She repeated this several times.

Then she told me to raise my hands, and started to scrub me under my armpits.

"You will clean like this every time you take a bath." She told me. "And every Monday you will shave your arm pits, and your pubic hair. I want you completely shaved."

"Yes, bua."

Then she used the brush to clean my back, soaping me as needed.

"Baba, in the future, it will be you who will be doing the cleaning. Do you understand?"

"Yes, bua."

"I will also train you for oral service. Do you know what oral service is, Tarek?"

"Er ... no, bua."

Rashida laughed.

"You will soon find out. OK, kutti, spread your legs. And turn around so that you are facing me."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida lathered her hands, and then gently rubbed my balls, and the soft area between my asshole and scrotum. Despite my discomfort, I started to get hard. Rashida laughed, and then poured some water over my chest, belly and the front of my legs, and brushed my chest thoroughly. She then soaped and lathered my penis.

"Bua, I am so sorry." I apologized, as I began to harden again.

Rashida grinned.

"Do you want to cum, baba?" She asked, as she began to stroke me.

"Yes, bua, YES. Can I, please?"

"NO!" Rashida strongly retorted, stopping her rubbing of my manhood. "You will cum ONLY when I tell you to cum! Got it?"

Her sharp scolding caused me to go limp almost immediately.

"Yes, bua."

Rashida continued to stroke my penis.

"This little nunu of yours has gotten you into a lot of trouble, baba." She told me, tenderly rubbing the tip of her finger across my dick. "I will train you to use it properly."