Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Both of them laughed as I flushed a bright beetroot red with shame.

"Baba, tell me." Rashida continued to knead my balls. "Before I have to spank you again."

"Yes, bua." I complied. "I was masturbating, with my dick in my hand, when you walked in."

"And what were you masturbating to, baba?"

"I was picturing my English teacher, Ms Patel, and ... and ... and you, bua."

"Hmm." Rashida was now stroking my cock, which was quite hard. I was hoping I did not cum over her, but I needn't have worried. Rashida knew exactly what my point of no return was, and she would always stop before that, waiting until I was limp, and then start stroking again. "And then what happened, baba?"

"Er, you punished me, bua. You, er, stripped me naked, twisted my ears, slapped me, and then put me over your knees and spanked me."

"I punished you for masturbating to thoughts of me, your maid - someone you should respect." Rashida told me firmly. "Now tell me about the second time I had to spank you, baba."

"I ... er ... you caught me trying to watch Rubina, sorry, I mean choto bua, take a shower, and ..."

"That's when I caned you for trying to catch a glimpse of one of your maids, naked. Again, you had to be punished, baba, for thinking of us maids in a sexual way."

"Yes, bua."

"And the other day you were ogling Shabina, the vegetable lady."

"Yes, bua."

"It seems that while you may be afraid to masturbate while thinking of me or Rubina, you don't extend the same courtesy to other lower class working women."

"Yes, bua, I mean, no, bua, I mean ..."

"Are there days, baba," Rashida continued her interrogation, while keeping up her fondling of my weenie, "When I spanked you for masturbating, baba, because I specifically told you NOT to cum on those days?"

"Yes, bua." I humbly replied, my eyes down with shame.

"It's a recurring theme." Rashida gently cupped my balls before giving them a sharp squeeze so I sat up straight. "We had to punish you several times, sometimes with a severe spanking, until we got your masturbation mostly under control. Nowadays, for the most part, you play with yourself only when we permit you to."

"Yes, bua." It was true. Now, whenever I needed to relieve myself, I would ask Rashida for permission. She never said no yet, and if I was really, really, really lucky and she was in a good mood, Rashida would take care of me herself. And yes, there were times when I couldn't control myself and do it, but somehow Rashida always found out.

"But still," Rashida had stopped rubbing my penis until it started to shrink, before grabbing hold of it again. "We have to punish you several times for the same, repeated, mistakes. For example, if you are keeping count, this is the fifth time I am punishing you for not paying my cellphone bills."

"Yes, bua. I am really sorry, bua. Please forgive me."

"From now on," Rashida told me, "things will be slightly different. From tomorrow morning, for this whole week, and the next week, while your parents are away, not only will you obey our every instruction, that's ALL that you will do. Every moment of your existence will be devoted to obeying us, and pleasing us, and keeping us happy. You will do nothing of your own free will. In short, you will be our COMPLETE and TOTAL slave."

"Yes, bua."

I was slightly confused though. Wasn't I already their slave, their toy, theirs to do as they wish? Rubina must have seen my puzzlement on my face, for she perceptively told Rashida, "I don't think baba understands, apa. He is wondering how it is any different from his pathetic condition now."

"Let me explain, baba, what a total slave means." Rashida's voice remained caring, gentle, as she slowly increased the tempo of her stroking. "First, from tomorrow morning, I don't want you to wear any pants around the house. AT ALL. You will wear a t-shirt, and that too one that barely comes down to your navel. From your navel and below, you are to remain naked, ALL THE TIME. You bum is to remain exposed to us, for us to spank, any time we wish. Understood?"