Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

We walked over the servant's washroom, Rashida twisting and pulling me sharply by my ear the whole way. Once we entered the washroom, Rashida bent down, grabbed the bottom of her sari and petticoat, and started to roll it up. I knelt down between her legs and caught the waistband of her panties. Slowly, gently, I pulled it down and my plump maid servant stepped out of the panties.

I was ordered to lie down on my back on the wet, cold, dirty bathroom floor.

"Yes, bua." Like an ever obedient slave, I complied immediately, knowing what was to come.

Rashida quickly placed her ample legs on either side of my head and squatted down with her cunt over my mouth. Suddenly, I felt a hot stream of liquid hit my face as she urinated, drenching my face and hair.

"You are such a nice toilet, baba." Rashida taunted me. I didn't bother to reply, but concentrated on opening my mouth and making sure I was drinking in as much of her urine as I could as it splashed all around me.

Rashida then sat down with her full weight on my head, rubbing her wet pussy and smelly unwashed anus back and forth over my face. She was now a lady in heat – the spanking and urinating on me had brought her to the edge. I held onto her big buttocks as she shrieked, pressing down so hard that I could scarcely breathe. Rashida was now erupting, squirting her pussy juices over my face and into my mouth. It was a full few minutes until she subsided, her passion now slowly burning out as I lay on the bathroom floor, fully drenched in her urine and cum.

My maid stood up and began to clean herself. I remained lying on the floor as splashes of dirty water hit me periodically. After some time, Rashida pitifully glanced at me.

"Do you still think you are a man, baba, lying naked at the feet of your maid servant, and humbled, and covered in pee?" Rashida taunted me.

"Er ... no, bua."

"Baba, my human toilet, get up and clean yourself up. I am done with you for the night."

"Yes, bua."

Inwardly I groaned. So there was to be no sexual gratification for me that night from her. I hadn't cum in a week and half, and my balls were straining against their sacks. Usually after a night of humiliation, Rashida had mercy on me and stroked me. I guess today wasn't going to be one of those nights.

"Bua." I meekly asked, still lying down. "May I ask you something?"

Rashida glanced at me with contempt.

"Ask, you piece of shit."

"Thank you, bua." I was thanking her for insulting me. "Can I ... um ... masturbate tonight?"

For a second Rashida did not say anything. She was now finished with cleaning herself up, and was about to leave the washroom. Suddenly she threw her head back and laughed.

"Oh my!" She continued to laugh. "I forgot what a pathetic little pussy you are! Here you are, having been spanked by your maid, slapped by your kajer meye, being pissed upon by her, and all you can think of is your little dick."

I blushed a bright red at her humiliating words.

"I am sorry, bua."

"I guess it will be OK." Rashida stopped laughing and glanced at me, lying helplessly at her feet. A smile crept to the corner of her lips. "Alright baba, you can masturbate tonight. After you finish your ... thing, clean up and go to your room."

"Yes, bua. Thank you, bua."

This was my life now.

It has been three months. It's now December and my final exams for the term are over. And it's been that long since I have become a slave, and a plaything, of my chubby older Indian maid servant. It's been three months of my bua using me as her slave, punishing me as she willed, and controlling my conduct to her desires, and I was in love with her for doing so. Every Monday and Thursday, like a dutiful and obedient dog, I would walk to Rashida's room, long after everyone had turned in for the night, and knock on her door.