Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Baba." Rashida then stood up, facing me. I looked at my chubby maid. My majestic, royal maid servant Rashida! Her sari, carelessly wrapped around her body, exposing her big tummy and her midriff and navel. Her blouse, always one size too small, straining to constrain her huge melons, Her long jet black hair, parted down the middle, falling to her hips. Her big cheeks, flush with a high of spanking me, begging to be kissed. God, I loved this woman!

Both of Rashida's hands were now on my ears. I was being given a proper kaan dola. Rashida pinched my ear lobes and started to twist my ears painfully.

"Tonight, baba," She said, "You will sleep here, in this room, on my bed."

"Oh." Even as my ears reddened, my poor penis perked up. Sleep here, with Rashida, on her bed?

"You will sleep beside me, in the nude. I will be fully clothed." Rashida told me. "You will not touch me at all. No hugs, not even a goodnight kiss on the cheeks. And definitely your nunu comes nowhere close to me."

"Er ... yes, bua."

"We will share a blanket. It's a big blanket. And you will not touch yourself, stroke yourself or masturbate yourself. No cum. Tomorrow morning, baba, I will check the sheets. If I find even one drop of cum ..."

The whole night was pure torture for me. All night, Rashida lay there, sleeping next to me, the object of my dreams, the love of my life, my obsession, and I couldn't reach out and even touch her feet. Most young men in the city dream of spending the night in bed with their maids. I was doing it, and yet I was being punished by doing it. She was so close to me yet it was as if a wall separated us. The wall which made me her slave and her my mistress.

I could see the sari climb into the crack of her ass as she slept, and I wanted to rub my penis against her behind. Or her bare midriff as she snored lightly. Twice, I had almost cum with thoughts of the situation, yet I somehow, barely, just managed to control myself. Finally I fell asleep, and only in my thoughts, and in my dreams, did I get to do to Rashida what I wanted to.

And now I was awake. Groggy, still sleepy. Still highly aroused. And naked, and at my maid's beck and call.

"Stand up, baba." Rashida ordered. It was Friday morning, and she was now standing beside the bed. I rubbed my eyes and then obeyed her, standing beside her.

"Good." Rashida first inspected my dick, which was hard, partly because I was always hard when I woke up and partly because of my vivid dream. Satisfied, she then inspected the bedsheet and blankets to ensure I hadn't ejaculated in the night. Her doubts assuaged, she then turned to me and snapped her fingers.

"On your hands and knees, baba. Assume the position of a lowly dog, my bitch."

"Yes, bua."

I placed myself on my haunches, on my palm and my knees. Rashida then reached down and tapped my behind.

"To my bathroom, bitch!"

"Yes, bua."

I followed my maid, crawling on the floor like a lowly dog, all the way to her bathroom. Rashida then asked me to stand up, and then reached out to grab my ear.

"I am going to the bathroom now to freshen up, and you will join me there." Rashida said, twisting my ear sharply. "I feel the need to urinate on you this morning."

"Er ... yes, bua."

I heard a snicker and laughter behind us. As Rashida released my stinging ear, I turned to see Rubina looking at us, and chuckling. She was fully clothed as well, on her way to use the loo in the morning. She would wait, of course. As senior maid, Rashida was going to use the washroom first. And apparently, I was part of the "use".