20-03-2019, 12:55 PM
Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 10
My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave (continued) - Tarek
I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing some of the story with me. - Tarek
*****
Let me start once again from the events of the following morning. I had just woken up with a sore bum - the result of last night's spankings. I was just about to head to my washroom when I remembered what had happened the night before.
"Oh, man." I thought. I recalled the helpless way I had been seated, naked, helpless, humiliated, on my maid Rashida's lap, my bum resting on her thighs, her hands fondling my manhood, stroking me and kneading my balls. I remembered my ardent desire to cum, but the desperate way I controlled myself, no doubt that reaching orgasm without permission would have serious consequences.
"A man would agree to anything in that situation to be permitted to cum." I was trying miserably to rationalize to myself as I realized what I had agreed to. It's amazing what a guy will acquiesce to when he's sitting naked on a woman's lap, and she is stroking his penis, and the guy is hoping she will let him ejaculate. I recalled all of Rashida's and Rubina's instructions - how I was to be their total slave for the next few days.
And how here was I, walking into my own kitchen wearing only a T-shirt. A T-shirt that barely went past my navel and my exposed butts tingled as I walked down the hall way, pausing just for a moment outside the kitchen door, before walking in.
Rubina heard me walk in and turned around.
"Ah, there you are baba. I was wondering if you would be on time, or we would have to discipline you for being late."
I was, of course, standing there in shock, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, looking at Shabina the vegetable lady with a dazed look. I had expected only Rubina or Rashida there. These maids have seen and punished me in the nude, so while I was conscious of my vulnerability and my state of undress, I wasn't expecting any one else to see me in my pitiful condition.
Of course, a real man would never have been in that condition to start with. A real man, as Rubina liked to occasionally remind me, would never let himself be whipped by his maids. She would often taunt in Bengali, "amake amaar mota mota pasa-e chabuk marto and raatre chodto", which roughly translated to "a real man would whip me across my bodacious buttocks and fuck me roughly at night".
And as the maids would repeat often, I wasn't a real man. I was their boy toy, their slave, or, as they lately often called me adorably, their 'kutti' (bitch).
"Cat got your tongue, kutti?" Rubina once again asked me, a little bit of anger creeping into her voice. I noticed Shabina had a somewhat bemused glance on her face. It was now clear she had been briefed on my situation, and was not totally surprised to see me like this. Shame, horror, acute panic were all the feelings that quickly ran rampant as I realized I was now exhibiting full frontal nudity to a lowly woman who was a mere vegetable delivery lady.
"I ... I ..." I stuttered, before composing myself. "Choto bua, can I go to the washroom?"
Rubina snapped her fingers.
"Not now!" She said. "First, come here, baba!"
Meekly, I walked over to stand in front of her, eyes cast down in shame.
"There, didn't I tell you!" Rubina spoke triumphantly to Shabina. "Your respected baba is just my mere slave, my bitch." She then turned to me. "Isn't that right, baba?"
"Ah ... y-yes, choto bua. I, er ..."
"Speak up!" Rubina ordered. "I asked you a question."
"Yes. choto bua." I spoke up. "I am your bitch, your slave."
It didn't help my pathetic situation that I had a hard on, having just woken up.
Rubina turned to Shabina. "Here is baba, our slave, as I was just telling you. Naked, and ready to submit and obey."
"I see it, yet I am not sure I believe it." Shabina exclaimed. "Do you really punish him as you said you do?"
Rubina laughed and replied, "Just watch."
She then turned to me.
"Baba, I am going to slap you. You will count and thank me, and ask to be slapped again."
"Yes, choto bua. Please slap me."
Rubina then raised her hand.
SLAP!
Her fingers made a thundering crack as my cheeks flushed a bright red.
"One. Thank you, choto bua." Almost by rote, I replied. "Please slap me again."
SLAP!
A warm, resounding smack resulted in spreading a warm stinging feeling on my other cheek.
My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave (continued) - Tarek
I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing some of the story with me. - Tarek
*****
Let me start once again from the events of the following morning. I had just woken up with a sore bum - the result of last night's spankings. I was just about to head to my washroom when I remembered what had happened the night before.
"Oh, man." I thought. I recalled the helpless way I had been seated, naked, helpless, humiliated, on my maid Rashida's lap, my bum resting on her thighs, her hands fondling my manhood, stroking me and kneading my balls. I remembered my ardent desire to cum, but the desperate way I controlled myself, no doubt that reaching orgasm without permission would have serious consequences.
"A man would agree to anything in that situation to be permitted to cum." I was trying miserably to rationalize to myself as I realized what I had agreed to. It's amazing what a guy will acquiesce to when he's sitting naked on a woman's lap, and she is stroking his penis, and the guy is hoping she will let him ejaculate. I recalled all of Rashida's and Rubina's instructions - how I was to be their total slave for the next few days.
And how here was I, walking into my own kitchen wearing only a T-shirt. A T-shirt that barely went past my navel and my exposed butts tingled as I walked down the hall way, pausing just for a moment outside the kitchen door, before walking in.
Rubina heard me walk in and turned around.
"Ah, there you are baba. I was wondering if you would be on time, or we would have to discipline you for being late."
I was, of course, standing there in shock, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, looking at Shabina the vegetable lady with a dazed look. I had expected only Rubina or Rashida there. These maids have seen and punished me in the nude, so while I was conscious of my vulnerability and my state of undress, I wasn't expecting any one else to see me in my pitiful condition.
Of course, a real man would never have been in that condition to start with. A real man, as Rubina liked to occasionally remind me, would never let himself be whipped by his maids. She would often taunt in Bengali, "amake amaar mota mota pasa-e chabuk marto and raatre chodto", which roughly translated to "a real man would whip me across my bodacious buttocks and fuck me roughly at night".
And as the maids would repeat often, I wasn't a real man. I was their boy toy, their slave, or, as they lately often called me adorably, their 'kutti' (bitch).
"Cat got your tongue, kutti?" Rubina once again asked me, a little bit of anger creeping into her voice. I noticed Shabina had a somewhat bemused glance on her face. It was now clear she had been briefed on my situation, and was not totally surprised to see me like this. Shame, horror, acute panic were all the feelings that quickly ran rampant as I realized I was now exhibiting full frontal nudity to a lowly woman who was a mere vegetable delivery lady.
"I ... I ..." I stuttered, before composing myself. "Choto bua, can I go to the washroom?"
Rubina snapped her fingers.
"Not now!" She said. "First, come here, baba!"
Meekly, I walked over to stand in front of her, eyes cast down in shame.
"There, didn't I tell you!" Rubina spoke triumphantly to Shabina. "Your respected baba is just my mere slave, my bitch." She then turned to me. "Isn't that right, baba?"
"Ah ... y-yes, choto bua. I, er ..."
"Speak up!" Rubina ordered. "I asked you a question."
"Yes. choto bua." I spoke up. "I am your bitch, your slave."
It didn't help my pathetic situation that I had a hard on, having just woken up.
Rubina turned to Shabina. "Here is baba, our slave, as I was just telling you. Naked, and ready to submit and obey."
"I see it, yet I am not sure I believe it." Shabina exclaimed. "Do you really punish him as you said you do?"
Rubina laughed and replied, "Just watch."
She then turned to me.
"Baba, I am going to slap you. You will count and thank me, and ask to be slapped again."
"Yes, choto bua. Please slap me."
Rubina then raised her hand.
SLAP!
Her fingers made a thundering crack as my cheeks flushed a bright red.
"One. Thank you, choto bua." Almost by rote, I replied. "Please slap me again."
SLAP!
A warm, resounding smack resulted in spreading a warm stinging feeling on my other cheek.
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