Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The waiter took us to a private booth. In my call to the restaurant, I had asked them to reserve a particular booth. Usually these were asked by guys when wooing their romantic interests, so perhaps the waiter was a little bit surprised, but I was a regular here and they probably thought I was here with my aunt. Once we were seated, he gave us the menus.

"We have an appetizer on special today, Sir." He told me. "Chicken corn soup. It's really good."

"Bring two, please." I said. I knew Rashida liked that soup -- whenever we got Chinese food to go, my mother would get that soup for her. "And leave the menus here, we will decide and then call you."

"Yes, Sir." He left. I turned to look at Rashida.

She was looking beautiful. She had taken off her coat and placed the shawl on the empty space on the booth next to her. I saw that she was dressed in a nice banarasi sari, probably one gifted to her by my mom last Eid. Her long hair was carefully done, combed straight, and fell down on either side of her face, touching her puffy cheeks. Her blouse was a little low cut, giving a hint of the lovely and large secrets it hid, while being classy enough, and she was wearing the necklace I had given her. Rashida didn't like makeup much -- and as a lower class woman she didn't have access to much, but I noticed she had used some minimal powder and a nice shade of lipstick, along with some kajal for her eyes. She looked ... what was the word ... radiant. She looked simply radiant.

"What are you looking at?" My maid servant -- the love of my life -- had caught me looking, and asked me with a smile.

"You, bua." I could not help but gush. "You look so pretty, bua. So beautiful. I am sure if you compare yourself to any of the ladies in this restaurant, you would be the most beautiful one."

Rashida smiled again.

"You are such an idiot, baba." She said. "You are just infatuated with me, and that's your little nunu talking. I am an old, fat, lower class servant lady."

"No, bua, you are not. Yes, I do love you, but really you are so pretty. So beautiful. So ... sexy."

Rashida grinned.

"Sexy? Tell me, baba, what's on your mind. What would you do to me if you could? When you masturbate to thoughts of me, what do you think?"

"Oh, bua." I blushed and looked down. "I can't tell you that!"

"Oh, do tell." Rashida encouraged me. "I promise not to punish you. After all, I am asking you. Let's say we are alone in my room, and I tell you that you can do whatever you want to do with me. To me. What would you do?"

Oh, what the hell, I thought. Let me go for it.

"Bua." I began. "I would begin by hugging you so tightly. My arms wrapped around your beautiful waist, my fingers resting on your bare skin. I would kiss your beautiful cheeks, bua. You lovely, chubby, fleshy cheeks. Then I would ..."

I stopped. I didn't want to continue, but I saw Rashida had a twinkle in her eye.

"Go on." She said.

"I would then take you to bed, bua." I told her. "I would love to do to you what any man wants to do with his beloved."

"Hmm." Rashida remarked. She couldn't say anything more as the waiter returned with a tray containing our bowls of soup, cutlery and glasses of water.

"Tarek. Order for both of us. You should know what I like." Rashida commanded me. "Let me see if you can."

"Yes, bua." I replied. Even in front of others she was dominating me!

I grabbed the menu and quickly ordered three dishes that we both liked. The waiter nodded and left. Rashida used a spoon and started on her soup.

"So, you call me beloved, eh." She remarked.

"Bua ..." I began to blush again.

"No, no. It's ok." Rashida looked at me. "So, you love me?"

"Of course, bua." I answered. "You know that. I have loved you for a long time. Ever since you first ... started ... to spank me. Bua, I love you with all of my heart."

"But, baba." Rashida decided to put me in my place as she enjoyed her soup. "You know how I treat you. You are my slave. My kutti -- my bitch. I beat you when I want to, slap you, piss on you, cane you, have my fun with you, and send you off when I am done with you. Why do you think of me as your beloved, baba?"

I nearly chocked on my soup, but I knew I had to reply. Part of the great thing about being a submissive was that I could just open up to Rashida without fear. Not only was I naked to her when submitting, but naked to her spiritually and emotionally as well. In true sense of the word, I had no secrets from her.