17-03-2019, 06:11 PM
Chapter 07
Invading my maids' intimates has its consequences -- Tarek.
It was raining when I finally got home in the evening. The rain had been a welcome respite from the usual October heat we had been experience lately. I had spent the whole day with my friends. It was our mid semester break. Early this August we had all gone to different universities. I was studying right here, of course, but others had gone to Delhi, Mumbai, and some even US and Canada. The ones who had remained in India had headed back to the City of Joy for this week, so we were making the most of our time together.
Right before I was about to leave the fathering, my older maid Rashida had called me.
"Baba." Her voice was harried, as if she was in the middle of a dozen things. "I need you to get certain things from the shobji market."
"Now, bua?" I made a little irritated sound. "I will have to take a taxi from the mall, and then another ..."
"Baba." Rashida's voice suddenly developed a little steel. "Are you going to disobey me? It's Thursday. When you report to my room tonight, I will remember this little incident."
"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua." Immediately I acquiesced. "Please tell me what you need, and I will bring it."
"That's more like it, baba." Rashida gave a little snicker. "Remember that even though I am your maid servant, and you are my employer, you are still my little bitch slave boy, and you better act like one."
"Yes, bua."
The maids and I have an interesting, if complicated, relationship. For the most part, they did leave me alone. They did all of their duties as the maids. They even cleaned my room. This despite the fact that I was repeatedly getting my ass reddened by them. I knew I had willingly surrendered myself as a slave to them, for them to slap, spank, cane and enjoy. But at least I had maids.
Lately though, I had noticed that Rashida was starting to give me some of the housework that was part of their duties. Nothing major, just little bits here and there. She would ask me to make my bed some mornings, for example, or take out the trash. Or like today, she wanted me to get some stuff from the market. I was also judged on these tasks, so if I failed to do them to her satisfaction, I was severely punished as a result.
Right now I made a mental list of the things Rashida wanted. After our adda ended, I headed for the market. When I got home later that evening, the door was opened by Rubina, the younger maid.
"Choto bua." I greeted her. I leaned in to give her a kiss -- a respectful peck on her cheeks.
Rashida had made some rules on how I was to greet the maids when I would come home, if my parents were not in the house. With Rubina, I was to give her a respectful kiss on each of her cheeks. With Rashida, I was to kneel, bend down and kiss her outstretched feet. After that, I was to stand up and if she wanted, give her a peck on her cheeks as well. If I ever forgot this little greeting, I was immediately summoned and slapped. This was one instruction though, that I followed to the letter. After all, which red blooded Indian man would refuse to kiss a lady, even if it was a platonic peck on the cheeks? Especially if those plump cheeks belonged to my shapely maid Rashida.
Currently my parents were visiting relatives in Hyderabad and were scheduled to return tomorrow morning, along with a bunch of some of my cousins. Hence my maids had been busy preparing for that visit with cooking and cleaning, which was also why I was ordered by Rashida to pick up some groceries.
"Choto bua, here are the groceries bua wanted." I told Rubina after greeting her. Perhaps my lips lingered on her cheeks for just a moment longer.
"You can put them in the kitchen." Rubina replied, latching the door.
For a moment, just a moment, I watched Rubina as she had her back to me while shutting the door. Her sari wrapped around her body, hugging it tightly. Her thin waist could be seen. Her hair was loose and fell to her waist. Her bum jiggled slightly as she went on her toes to fasten the door lock. She really had a nice figure. A young, firm and fit body, that of a woman in the prime of her youth.
I felt a stirring in my loins. I knew for some time now that I had a lust for Rubina. With Rashida, my older maid, it was pure love. I loved her. I loved her plump figure. I loved her fat thighs. I loved her Rubenesque body. I would do anything for her. With Rubina, the younger maid, it was pure lust. I would love to spend ten minutes with her just banging that tight body.
Alas, that would never be, I told myself. I had been humiliated and disgraced too much in her eyes to ever cherish any hope that she would even think of entertaining me in her bed. In her eyes, I was not fit to be a man. She was my maid, but she had nothing but scorn for me.
Hastily I put all thoughts of a nubile young Rubina from my mind and made my way to the kitchen.
Rashida was nowhere to be seen, so I placed the groceries on a table there and went to my room. I took some time to change, and then went to the bathroom to freshen up, before heading back to my room to chill. It was still a couple of hours to 10.30, which is when I was to report to Rashida's room.
Suddenly the door to my room opened. It was Rashida.
"Ras... bua!" I hastily corrected myself. I had almost taken her name by mistake! Immediately I stood up from my chair.
Rashida had sweat on her forehead. Her hair was matted and stuck to her head and shoulders. Her sari clung to her big body. I could see her navel and waist. She was panting slightly. My guess was she had been mopping and cleaning the guest quarters. I could see a slight dampness in her blouse, just under the armpits. This was the woman I loved deeply, and yet she didn't love me that way. To her I have surrendered myself, yet that has only resulted in her contempt for me. Rashida's chest heaved as she breathed and I could see her big boobs rise and fall under the tight blouse. The sight of my buxom maid, hot and sweaty, was turning me on, but I remembered my instructions.
Invading my maids' intimates has its consequences -- Tarek.
It was raining when I finally got home in the evening. The rain had been a welcome respite from the usual October heat we had been experience lately. I had spent the whole day with my friends. It was our mid semester break. Early this August we had all gone to different universities. I was studying right here, of course, but others had gone to Delhi, Mumbai, and some even US and Canada. The ones who had remained in India had headed back to the City of Joy for this week, so we were making the most of our time together.
Right before I was about to leave the fathering, my older maid Rashida had called me.
"Baba." Her voice was harried, as if she was in the middle of a dozen things. "I need you to get certain things from the shobji market."
"Now, bua?" I made a little irritated sound. "I will have to take a taxi from the mall, and then another ..."
"Baba." Rashida's voice suddenly developed a little steel. "Are you going to disobey me? It's Thursday. When you report to my room tonight, I will remember this little incident."
"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua." Immediately I acquiesced. "Please tell me what you need, and I will bring it."
"That's more like it, baba." Rashida gave a little snicker. "Remember that even though I am your maid servant, and you are my employer, you are still my little bitch slave boy, and you better act like one."
"Yes, bua."
The maids and I have an interesting, if complicated, relationship. For the most part, they did leave me alone. They did all of their duties as the maids. They even cleaned my room. This despite the fact that I was repeatedly getting my ass reddened by them. I knew I had willingly surrendered myself as a slave to them, for them to slap, spank, cane and enjoy. But at least I had maids.
Lately though, I had noticed that Rashida was starting to give me some of the housework that was part of their duties. Nothing major, just little bits here and there. She would ask me to make my bed some mornings, for example, or take out the trash. Or like today, she wanted me to get some stuff from the market. I was also judged on these tasks, so if I failed to do them to her satisfaction, I was severely punished as a result.
Right now I made a mental list of the things Rashida wanted. After our adda ended, I headed for the market. When I got home later that evening, the door was opened by Rubina, the younger maid.
"Choto bua." I greeted her. I leaned in to give her a kiss -- a respectful peck on her cheeks.
Rashida had made some rules on how I was to greet the maids when I would come home, if my parents were not in the house. With Rubina, I was to give her a respectful kiss on each of her cheeks. With Rashida, I was to kneel, bend down and kiss her outstretched feet. After that, I was to stand up and if she wanted, give her a peck on her cheeks as well. If I ever forgot this little greeting, I was immediately summoned and slapped. This was one instruction though, that I followed to the letter. After all, which red blooded Indian man would refuse to kiss a lady, even if it was a platonic peck on the cheeks? Especially if those plump cheeks belonged to my shapely maid Rashida.
Currently my parents were visiting relatives in Hyderabad and were scheduled to return tomorrow morning, along with a bunch of some of my cousins. Hence my maids had been busy preparing for that visit with cooking and cleaning, which was also why I was ordered by Rashida to pick up some groceries.
"Choto bua, here are the groceries bua wanted." I told Rubina after greeting her. Perhaps my lips lingered on her cheeks for just a moment longer.
"You can put them in the kitchen." Rubina replied, latching the door.
For a moment, just a moment, I watched Rubina as she had her back to me while shutting the door. Her sari wrapped around her body, hugging it tightly. Her thin waist could be seen. Her hair was loose and fell to her waist. Her bum jiggled slightly as she went on her toes to fasten the door lock. She really had a nice figure. A young, firm and fit body, that of a woman in the prime of her youth.
I felt a stirring in my loins. I knew for some time now that I had a lust for Rubina. With Rashida, my older maid, it was pure love. I loved her. I loved her plump figure. I loved her fat thighs. I loved her Rubenesque body. I would do anything for her. With Rubina, the younger maid, it was pure lust. I would love to spend ten minutes with her just banging that tight body.
Alas, that would never be, I told myself. I had been humiliated and disgraced too much in her eyes to ever cherish any hope that she would even think of entertaining me in her bed. In her eyes, I was not fit to be a man. She was my maid, but she had nothing but scorn for me.
Hastily I put all thoughts of a nubile young Rubina from my mind and made my way to the kitchen.
Rashida was nowhere to be seen, so I placed the groceries on a table there and went to my room. I took some time to change, and then went to the bathroom to freshen up, before heading back to my room to chill. It was still a couple of hours to 10.30, which is when I was to report to Rashida's room.
Suddenly the door to my room opened. It was Rashida.
"Ras... bua!" I hastily corrected myself. I had almost taken her name by mistake! Immediately I stood up from my chair.
Rashida had sweat on her forehead. Her hair was matted and stuck to her head and shoulders. Her sari clung to her big body. I could see her navel and waist. She was panting slightly. My guess was she had been mopping and cleaning the guest quarters. I could see a slight dampness in her blouse, just under the armpits. This was the woman I loved deeply, and yet she didn't love me that way. To her I have surrendered myself, yet that has only resulted in her contempt for me. Rashida's chest heaved as she breathed and I could see her big boobs rise and fall under the tight blouse. The sight of my buxom maid, hot and sweaty, was turning me on, but I remembered my instructions.
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