Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Rubina then gave me one of her bangles to wear. It was a thin, small gold bangle, and she put it on my right hand.

"You are not a real man, baba." Rubina rebuked me, as she put it on my wrist. "This is why you will wear what ladies wear, a churi (bangle). This is to show you are our little slave girl."

"Yes, choto bua."

Rashida then finally asked me what I was hoping she would ask. "Baba, do you need to cum?"

"YES! Oh, yes, bua, please, please, let me cum."

"Alright. Rubina!" Rashida motioned to our younger maid. "Twist his ears while I milk him."

"This should be fun." Rubina grinned.

Rashida kissed the back of my neck and started to pump my now very erect penis and balls. She also would grab my nipples now and then, and give them a twist. At the same time, Rubina had stood up in front of me, and started to give me a proper kaan dola. It didn't take much time, and soon I was squirting my cum into Rashida's hands, on her lap, her clothes and bed. I was cumming for a very long time, and by the end it, felt drained.

Rashida then gave me permission to retire for the night. She told me to leave my clothes in her room; I would get them back on Sunday. So I went back to my room, naked, and put on a pair of pajamas and a t-shirt. I knew that tomorrow morning, only the t-shirt would remain, and I would wake up a Total Slave. Rubina told me to report to the kitchen at 7 am sharp.

* * *

The next morning I woke up early, around 6.45 am or so. Standing up from the bed, I felt a tingling on my buttocks and remembered the spankings from last night. I looked in the mirror, and my tender and sore ass was still bruised, and still very red. My dick throbbed as I had to pee. I was about to head to the washroom when I realized I would have to go and get permission first.

"Drat!" I realized, "I also can't be seen in these."

I got rid of my pajamas, so I was only wearing a T-shirt. I tried to find a loose T-shirt in my room, but the largest I found barely reached to the top part of my buttocks. I had an athletic body, so I used to wear tight t-shirts. A draft on my exposed rear just made my skin tingle. I was naked from the waist down, and would remain so in the house for the rest of the week - it made me feel very naughty, yet at the same time, very unprotected and submissive. Our huge house had its own walkway and was away from the street, but what if someone peering in saw me?

With such thoughts, I walked into the kitchen. Rubina was there, fully clothed (of course!) in a sari, chopping some vegetables. Her butts moved up and down as she worked. She heard me walk in and turned around.

And there was someone else in the kitchen.

Shabina. The vegetable lady.

TO BE CONTINUED ...