Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"What are you looking at, baba!" Rashida grumbled. "Close the door and come on in. One would think you had never seen me naked."

"Er ... yes, bua. Of course, bua."

"And why are you standing there with the water!" Rashida thundered. "If I am your queen, as you often say, then kneel down and present the water to me!"

"Er ... yes, bua. Of course, bua."

I knelt down and held the glass up with my hands. Rashida came and took the glass from me and started to drink the water. She finished it within a few gulps.

"Good." She remarked. "It's clean and the water is cold."

I remained kneeling on the floor. Rashida walked to a side table and placed the glass there, and then she dragged a wooden chair to the middle of the room, before sitting down on it.

"Come here and kiss my feet." She ordered.

"Yes, bua."

For the next ten minutes I was in heaven. I bent my head down and kissed my maid servant's bare feet. I made sure to pay proper homage to her, kissing and sucking each toe, and licking the space between each toes, making sure there was no dirt or sweat left on her feet, giving little nibbles to her heel, and smooching at her ankles.

"Alright, baba." Rashida snapped her fingers. "Enough."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Rashida gently bent down and reached out with her right hand. My left ear was soon in her vice like grip as she twisted it.

"Ouch!" I could not help by yelp as she pinched my earlobe hard.

"It's way past your bed time, baba." Rashida told me, giving me a proper kaan dola. "And yet here you are, in your maid servant's room, naked and kneeling, you naughty little boy!"

"Yes, bua."

"And what is your reason for not being in bed now, baba?" Rashida continued to painfully pull my ear.

"Er ... bua." I didn't know what to say. "I was out on a lovely date, bua. With a lovely someone."

"Hmmph!" Rashida snorted. "Say it like you mean it, baba."

She gave my ear another sharp twist.

"Bua." I gathered my thoughts. "I really love you, bua. I love you with all of my heart. I am your slave, your bitch, and I will do anything for you. And this is why I was thrilled to go out on a date with you, my love. And this is why, bua, I am not in bed now."

"Is that so, baba?"

I said nothing as Rashida let go of my left year, and then reached out with her left hand to grab my right ear.

"Why did you flirt with Zarine, baba?" She asked me, as she started to pull my right ear.

"I am sorry, bua. Ow!"

"Sorry isn't good enough, Tarek." Rashida twisted my ear sharply. "If you are really in love with me, as you claim to be, you shouldn't be looking at any other woman."

"Er ... yes, bua. I will not flirt with her, bua."

"You get distracted so easily, Tarek. Even today, when you were at that restaurant, you sneaked a couple of looks at that young waitress. You thought I didn't notice you ogling her?"

"Er ... I am sorry, bua."

SLAP!

Rashida had let go of my ear, raised her hand and had calmly slapped me.

"Do you know why I slapped you, baba?"

"Er ... no, bua."

SLAP!

"The right ..."

SLAP!

"... answer ..."

SLAP!

"... is that you will never flirt with or EVEN LOOK AT another woman, EVER AGAIN!"

SLAP!

"Not just Zarine. Not just any waitress."

SLAP!

"ANY woman!"

SLAP!

"Your entire focus, your entire devotion, your entire objective -- should be me!"

SLAP!

"Do you understand, baba?"

SLAP!

I fervently nodded.

"Yes, bua. I am very sorry, bua. You know I love you, bua."

SLAP!

"Now get up, Tarek. Come and stand in front of me."

"Yes, bua."

My knees creaked a bit as I stood up. I had been on my knees for almost half an hour.

"Good." Rashida commanded. "Now turn around. Place yourself on my lap, and over my knees."

"Yes, bua."

As I lay across her knees, my penis buried between her big legs, Rashida caressed my buttocks.

"Your pasa is nice and smooth, baba." She commented. "Soon it will be very red."