Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Two. Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again."

"Wow." Was all Shabina said.

I stood there shamelessly as Rubina slapped me a few more times.

SLAP!

"Baba here has no self respect."

SLAP!

"A real man would never submit to this degradation."

SLAP!

"Baba is only fit enough to be a slave. A cuckold in training."

SLAP!

"Baba." Rubina now grabbed hold of my left ear and twisted it sharply. "Why did you not say salaam to Shabina apa when you entered the kitchen?"

"I am so sorry, choto bua." I turned to face Shabina. Or I turned as much as I could, given that Rubina was still holding me by the ear. If you think you have ever been humiliated, think about me. I had a hard on, I was naked from waist down, I was just slapped and now being given a kaan dola (ear twist) by a maid who was of my age (actually slightly younger), and all of this was taking place in front of my vegetable lady.

"Salaams Shabina." I greeted her respectfully. "I ... ouch!"

I yelped as Rubina gave my ear a sharp pull.

"Call her apu." Rubina told me, continuing to tug my ear. "Shabina apu would do if there are others around, but she is apu to you."

She twisted my ear even more sharply and ordered, "NEVER call Shabina apa by name."

"Yes, choto bua. Apu." I acquiesced. 'Apu', or 'Apa' both meant sister in Bengali and was usually the term used to respectfully address a woman close to your age, but older.

"Salaams, Shabina apu." I repeated my greeting.

"And salaam to you to, baba." Shabina smirked and returned my greeting, as Rubina stopped punishing my ear.

"Baba." Rubina wasn't finished. "Show her your bangle."

I showed Shabina my right hand. She saw the mark of shame that Rubina had placed on me - her own bangle - signifying that I am not a real man and only fit to be a slave girl to my own maid servants. Rubina told Shabina how I reported to my maids for my weekly punishments and how, now, I was their total slave, ready to obey their slightest wish, and asking for permission for every single act.

I was naked, I had to pee, and I had a hard on. And my cheeks stung from her slaps. And to cap it all, Shabina was now smiling at my predicament. Two days ago, she was the deferential lower class vegetable lady who avoided eye contact with me out of respect. And here she was, taking in my humiliation with gusto.

Rubina now held my penis with her hand. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently rubbed the tip of my manhood with her thumb, and then turned to Shabina.

"Have you ever seen a smaller penis than this?" She asked, making me squirm in shame. My disgrace was amplified as Shabina burst out laughing.

"Oh, no." Shabina replied, walking in closer, until both of them pressed against me. "I don't think it's even fit to be called a penis. It's a weenie."

Rubina let go of my member. Laughing, Shabina now took my member in her hand, gently kneading my balls, and stroking me softly, while watching my reaction.

"He won't cum in my hands, will he?" She asked Rubina.

"Oh, no." Rubina replied confidently. "We got him well trained. And if he does, baba knows what to expect."

Shabina continued to stroke me. My cock was now painfully throbbing, aware that it was being excited, but also full of pee.

"Is that as hard as you get?" Shabina asked me. This was a lady who used to stutter if I ever addressed her, and who never spoke to me unless I spoke to her first. And here she was, stroking me and asking me derogatively if I was completely hard.