Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Often at the end of those extreme punishment sessions Rashida would reward me with a blow job. If not a blow job, then at least once a week (usually on a Monday) she would give me a hand job. Holding my penis and kneading my balls in her hand after a spanking, she would softly stroke me until I was cumming in her hand. I also started to last longer when she would simply stroke me, which pleased her. She wanted me to build a lot of self-control, and cum only when she permitted me to.

Our roles in the house have become almost inverted. Rather than exercise my rights as the master of the house, and the employer's son, I was the traditional servant and submissive in this relationship. Yet, to the rest of the world, like my parents and our other servant, we revealed nothing.

I didn't know where this relationship between a maid servant and her baba was going. I didn't know how it was going to evolve. For sure it was not a normal relationship, but I didn't care. I was deeply in love with Rashida, almost to the point of obsession. I chose to completely surrender to her and simply let her have her way over me. The way our relationship would evolve was completely up to her.

This gave me a huge mental freedom. I wasn't under any pressure. I know once I stepped through her room's door every Monday or Thursday night I was not in charge any more – she was.

Of course my punishments weren't limited to just Mondays and Thursdays. Occasionally, if the need and opportunity arose, Rashida would not hesitate to use me for her pleasure on other days. Sometimes, she would call me to the kitchen, where I would be asked to raise her sari and petticoat, pull down her panties, kneel down and kiss her bare bum. Whenever I kissed her ass and licked her asshole, it gave her a special thrill. I was literally a kiss ass and suck up for her. Every time I would kiss her buttocks, she would finger herself, and then ask me to lick her wet fingers clean. Then she would taunt me and mock me, saying how it was that an upper class son from a well-respected family was kissing his maid's asshole!

Other times when we would pass each other in the hall, she would sometimes stop me and give me a couple of quick slaps, before letting me go. This was her way of putting me in my proper place, continuing her domination of me, and enforcing her superiority over me. She was reminding me that she was my mistress and I was her slave, and she could slap me any time she wanted and I had to take it. I was of course, happy to continue in this relationship, treating her as my queen, not my maid.

This, as I said, went on for three months, until the end of December, the end of my final exams for that term. For these three months, I had no need to masturbate to pornography on my own – Rashida's weekly sessions with me took care of that. My marks at college started to improve as I had more time to devote to my studies, my health improved as Rashida kept me on a strict diet and fitness regime, and overall, everyone remarked that how I was suddenly a more polite, more handsome and a more charming young man.

During this time, I saw more of Rubina as well. Prior to becoming Rashida's slave, I didn't pay much attention to the maids; now I used to hang around the kitchen or try to take a peep whenever they were working, and inadvertently I would be spending more time with them.

I don't know why but I was in a constant heightened state of sexual arousal ever since Rashida had spanked me the first time. The image of me, naked, kneeling in front of her, submitting to her, was all I could think about whenever I was in the house. Besides, Rashida had forbidden me to wear an underwear in the house. I was wearing either a cotton-silk pajama or a cotton-silk shorts. My penis was constantly rubbing against this, and it won't be incorrect to say I was constantly hard, along with the knowledge that any time, if she wished, Rashida would pull down my pants and give me a hiding.

Besides, as the college year continued on, my parents were often away on business trips, and it would be me alone in the house with two maids. Maid servants who both had nice, large, shapely buttocks. I had always been fascinated with buttocks, so I would try and catch a glimpse of their behinds whenever I could. If I was in the kitchen, I could see their butts jiggle and wiggle as they cut and chopped the produce.

I never truly knew if Rubina actually was aware of what happened in Rashida's room. I realized she must know that something was going on, but perhaps she didn't know the details. She never said anything to me about it, but I could always see a smile or a snicker on her lips whenever she spoke with me. It's like she knew who I really was, but had to act all respectful just because she was the maid and I her master.

I tried to flirt with her a few times. Once I walked into the kitchen, and Rubina was making a cake. She asked me to pass the sugar, and I replied, "Why do you need sugar, you are so sweet!" She laughed. It was a bad line, I knew, but she laughed. Rubina had a beautiful laughter.

Another time she wanted to mop my room and I was working out, topless. I told her to check out my muscles. She nervously laughed and said she really had to clean the room. When we would pass each other in the narrow halls, often I would try and press myself against her for a mere second before she would scoot away. I rationalized that I never knew for a fact if she was truly aware that I was being spanked by Rashida, so I felt free to hit on her. I realized that if Rubina truly knew how Rashida manhandled, slapped, whipped and abused me, I would fall in her esteem as a man.