17-11-2020, 01:33 AM
So that was why she was sad. Now it all made sense.
Yet, she just spoke of destiny.
Marriage is probably out of my destiny, sadly, she had just said.
No, it isn't bua. It isn't. I am your destiny. I can be, and you don't even know why. I know.
"Bua." I nervously gathered the courage and told her. "You know that I love you. I really, really love you, bua. My love for you hasn't changed at all, even knowing that you can never be a mother. And I will do anything ... any thing ... for you. Even ... marry you."
Rashida looked at me. It was a curious glance, a questioning glance. For the first time in five years, I saw something in the way she looked at me. Yes, she still looked at me with disdain, but there was something else. Something reflected in her eyes as she pondered my words.
My reverie was interrupted as the waiter returned with the dessert. The cheesecake slice looked really sumptuous, and there was a nice round red cherry on top bathed with some even more red syrup.
"Tarek." Rashida grinned and picked up her spoon. "When we return home, and by the time I am done with you for the night, your ass will be glowing even redder than this cherry."
I gulped.
* * *
As we entered the house, Rashida turned to me. She slowly raised a hand and grabbed hold of my left ear.
"Tarek." She said, twisting the ear painfully. "I am going to punish you tonight. Properly and thoroughly."
"Er ... bua." I grimaced, as she tightened her hold on my ear. "I am your obedient and loyal slave, bua. I am your kutti -- your bitch."
"Good." Rashida continued to pull and twist my ear, before letting go. "I need you to follow my instructions properly."
My ear was already burning.
"Yes, bua."
We shut, locked and then latched the front door.
"You will go to your room," Rashida ordered. "And remove all of your clothes there. I want you completely ulongo -- fully naked."
"Yes, bua."
This part was obviously no surprise. Whatever Rashida wanted to do with me, she wanted me in the nude.
"Then, baba," She continued. "You will go to the kitchen and get me a fresh glass of cold water."
"Yes, bua."
"Make sure the glass is clean." She said. "And the water should be ice cold. But no ice cubes in it."
"Yes, bua."
"I will be in my room, so come there after you get the water."
"Yes, bua."
Rashida turned and started to walk to her room. I stood there in my spot, watching her from behind. Her sari, wrapped graciously around her chubby body, couldn't hide her big bum, which jiggled and swayed from side to side as she walked away. Oh, how I wanted to bury that face in that buttocks of hers! Oh, how I wanted to sniff her asshole, and lick and kiss her bum, and worship those feet.
I went to my room and started to strip. Off came my upper clothes and then my pants. Down came my underwear. I was now completely, and utterly, naked. And vulnerable. Thank goodness my parents were not home!
I quickly walked to the kitchen. I opened the cabinet where the maids kept cleaned glasses and picked one. Examining it to make sure there was no dirt, I rinsed it, and then grabbed a bottle of Bisleri mineral water from the fridge. It was nicely cold. Opening the bottle, I filled up the glass, and then placed the water bottle back into the fridge.
Carrying the glass carefully and slowly to avoid any spills, I walked all the way past the hallway, the dining area and into the servants' quarters. The house was eerily quiet. Rubina must have been fast asleep.
I paused outside of Rashida's door. It was shut. Cautiously I knocked on the door, gently.
"Come." Rashida's regal voice beckoned me in.
Carefully opening the door, I walked in ... and then I nearly dropped the glass!
Rashida had taken off her sari. And her blouse. She was dressed in only a bra and petticoat! Her bra, as always, was too small, and struggled to contain her big melons. I could see the outline of her areole as her boobs jiggled and wrestled with each other. Quite a lot of her body was on display, including her ample tummy, her deep navel and all of back. Her petticoat was just below her jiggling stomach, so all of her big waist was visible.
Yet, she just spoke of destiny.
Marriage is probably out of my destiny, sadly, she had just said.
No, it isn't bua. It isn't. I am your destiny. I can be, and you don't even know why. I know.
"Bua." I nervously gathered the courage and told her. "You know that I love you. I really, really love you, bua. My love for you hasn't changed at all, even knowing that you can never be a mother. And I will do anything ... any thing ... for you. Even ... marry you."
Rashida looked at me. It was a curious glance, a questioning glance. For the first time in five years, I saw something in the way she looked at me. Yes, she still looked at me with disdain, but there was something else. Something reflected in her eyes as she pondered my words.
My reverie was interrupted as the waiter returned with the dessert. The cheesecake slice looked really sumptuous, and there was a nice round red cherry on top bathed with some even more red syrup.
"Tarek." Rashida grinned and picked up her spoon. "When we return home, and by the time I am done with you for the night, your ass will be glowing even redder than this cherry."
I gulped.
* * *
As we entered the house, Rashida turned to me. She slowly raised a hand and grabbed hold of my left ear.
"Tarek." She said, twisting the ear painfully. "I am going to punish you tonight. Properly and thoroughly."
"Er ... bua." I grimaced, as she tightened her hold on my ear. "I am your obedient and loyal slave, bua. I am your kutti -- your bitch."
"Good." Rashida continued to pull and twist my ear, before letting go. "I need you to follow my instructions properly."
My ear was already burning.
"Yes, bua."
We shut, locked and then latched the front door.
"You will go to your room," Rashida ordered. "And remove all of your clothes there. I want you completely ulongo -- fully naked."
"Yes, bua."
This part was obviously no surprise. Whatever Rashida wanted to do with me, she wanted me in the nude.
"Then, baba," She continued. "You will go to the kitchen and get me a fresh glass of cold water."
"Yes, bua."
"Make sure the glass is clean." She said. "And the water should be ice cold. But no ice cubes in it."
"Yes, bua."
"I will be in my room, so come there after you get the water."
"Yes, bua."
Rashida turned and started to walk to her room. I stood there in my spot, watching her from behind. Her sari, wrapped graciously around her chubby body, couldn't hide her big bum, which jiggled and swayed from side to side as she walked away. Oh, how I wanted to bury that face in that buttocks of hers! Oh, how I wanted to sniff her asshole, and lick and kiss her bum, and worship those feet.
I went to my room and started to strip. Off came my upper clothes and then my pants. Down came my underwear. I was now completely, and utterly, naked. And vulnerable. Thank goodness my parents were not home!
I quickly walked to the kitchen. I opened the cabinet where the maids kept cleaned glasses and picked one. Examining it to make sure there was no dirt, I rinsed it, and then grabbed a bottle of Bisleri mineral water from the fridge. It was nicely cold. Opening the bottle, I filled up the glass, and then placed the water bottle back into the fridge.
Carrying the glass carefully and slowly to avoid any spills, I walked all the way past the hallway, the dining area and into the servants' quarters. The house was eerily quiet. Rubina must have been fast asleep.
I paused outside of Rashida's door. It was shut. Cautiously I knocked on the door, gently.
"Come." Rashida's regal voice beckoned me in.
Carefully opening the door, I walked in ... and then I nearly dropped the glass!
Rashida had taken off her sari. And her blouse. She was dressed in only a bra and petticoat! Her bra, as always, was too small, and struggled to contain her big melons. I could see the outline of her areole as her boobs jiggled and wrestled with each other. Quite a lot of her body was on display, including her ample tummy, her deep navel and all of back. Her petticoat was just below her jiggling stomach, so all of her big waist was visible.
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