bua
."
Inwardly I groaned. So there was to be no sexual gratification for me that night from her. I hadn't cum in a week and half, and my balls were straining against their sacks. Usually after a night of humiliation, Rashida had mercy on me and stroked me. I guess today wasn't going to be one of those nights.
"
Bua
." I meekly asked, still lying down. "May I ask you something?"
Rashida glanced at me with contempt.
"Ask, you piece of shit."
"Thank you,
bua
." I was thanking her for insulting me. "Can I ... um ... masturbate tonight?"
For a second Rashida did not say anything. She was now finished with cleaning herself up, and was about to leave the washroom. Suddenly she threw her head back and laughed.
"Oh my!" She continued to laugh. "I forgot what a pathetic little pussy you are! Here you are, having been spanked by your maid, slapped by your
kajer meye
, being pissed upon by her, and all you can think of is your little dick."
I blushed a bright red at her humiliating words.
"I am sorry,
bua
."
"I guess it will be OK." Rashida stopped laughing and glanced at me, lying helplessly at her feet. A smile crept to the corner of her lips. "Alright
baba
, you can masturbate tonight. After you finish your ... thing, clean up and go to your room."
"Yes,
bua
. Thank you,
bua
."
This was my life now.
It has been three months. It's now December and my final exams for the term are over. And it's been that long since I have become a slave, and a plaything, of my chubby older Indian maid servant. It's been three months of my
bua
using me as her slave, punishing me as she willed, and controlling my conduct to her desires, and I was in love with her for doing so. Every Monday and Thursday, like a dutiful and obedient dog, I would walk to Rashida's room, long after everyone had turned in for the night, and knock on her door.
She would then
permit
me to come in. It wasn't simply me reporting for my punishment. I was actually
asking
her permission, and she was consenting to punish me, and I was to be thankful to her for that.
I would then enter, shut the door, go to a corner and undress completely. This was important to Rashida. I had once asked for permission to remain partially clothed, perhaps a T-shirt or a shirt. Rashid had flatly declined my request.
"I need you naked," She had told me in reply, "so that I know you are presenting yourself completely to me, vulnerable and at my mercy. Only this way can you be totally submissive to me."
Rashida would allow me to stand in the corner for some time, my nose pressed against the wall, bum out, taking in my nudity, just to deepen my embarrassment. Sometimes she would taunt me, commenting on my upper social standing, and the way I was abasing myself to her, someone from a lower social strata. Then, depending on my actions that had angered or upset her, I would be punished appropriately.
I was also slowly getting used to the physical nature of Rashida's punishments. It had been a long time since I had been physically punished like a schoolboy, and now I was getting slapped, whipped, caned, and spanked, my ears pulled and twisted, and so on, on a regular basis.
Rashida loved to slap me. It was the ultimate humiliation for me to surrender to having my face slapped by a member of our help. The shame of being slapped by someone from the lower class, and standing by helplessly as she did so again, and again, was highly stimulating. To add to the humiliation I would have to count, thank her for slapping me and ask her to slap me again. Every time I would do that Rashida would have a grin on her face as she would raise her hand and slap me repeatedly.
Sometimes Rashida would taunt me by saying my cheeks weren't red yet, and I had to beg her to slap me once more so that my cheeks would be red. After each slap she would examine me if I was "red enough" and this would continue until my face was flush red and my cheeks had the marks of her five fingers across it. Initially
Rashida also loved to smack my buttocks and my punishments always involved an over the knee spanking on my naked bum with her bare hand. Sometimes it involved the cane or the hair brush or the spatula, but a bare hand spanking would always be part of the ritual. There was also no set position for me to be spanked. I was spanked over her lap, on the sofa, on her bed, standing against the wall, balanced over a chair, lying across a desk, and so on. Rashida seemed to delight in finding new positions to spank me every other time.
On those occasions when my parents were away and our other maid Rubina was also visiting some relatives, and we had the whole house to ourselves, Rashida would put me on a make shift leash (usually a long belt fashioned into a leash), make me kneel on all fours, and "walk me" to my parents' washroom. This is where I would be a proper slave to her (a "bitch" she would call me then, instead of the affectionate '
baba'
) and I would have to service her every way.
She would force me to lie on the bathroom floor and lick her feet. She would sometimes pee on me. I had to clean her up after she urinated. This was something new that she had begun to do with me. I couldn't say I was a big fan of it, but I loved it because it was her. Rashida. My love. I would do anything for her, even if that meant drinking her urine.
I also became an expert in bringing Rashida to orgasm by licking her cunt with my tongue. It took some practice but soon I knew how to hold her by the buttocks or waist, when exactly to go deep into her with my tongue, and how to suck so that by the end of it, she was a quivering mess. Once I would bring Rashida to a frenzied orgasm, Rashida would cum all over my face with abandon. After that she would usually hold my ears and give them a sharp twist. This was usually followed by few fast and repeated slaps. This was her way of reasserting her control over me after she had given in to her passion and had an orgasm.
Often at the end of those extreme punishment sessions Rashida would reward me with a blow job. If not a blow job, then at least once a week (usually on a Monday) she would give me a hand job. Holding my penis and kneading my balls in her hand after a spanking, she would softly stroke me until I was cumming in her hand. I also started to last longer when she would simply stroke me, which pleased her. She wanted me to build a lot of self-control, and cum only when she permitted me to.
Our roles in the house have become almost inverted. Rather than exercise my rights as the master of the house, and the employer's son, I was the traditional servant and submissive in this relationship. Yet, to the rest of the world, like my parents and our other servant, we revealed nothing.
I didn't know where this relationship between a maid servant and her
baba
was going. I didn't know how it was going to evolve. For sure it was not a normal relationship, but I didn't care. I was deeply in love with Rashida, almost to the point of obsession. I chose to completely surrender to her and simply let her have her way over me. The way our relationship would evolve was completely up to her.
This gave me a huge mental freedom. I wasn't under any pressure. I know once I stepped through her room's door every Monday or Thursday night I was not in charge any more – she was.
Of course my punishments weren't limited to just Mondays and Thursdays. Occasionally, if the need and opportunity arose, Rashida would not hesitate to use me for her pleasure on other days. Sometimes, she would call me to the kitchen, where I would be asked to raise her sari and petticoat, pull down her panties, kneel down and kiss her bare bum. Whenever I kissed her ass and licked her asshole, it gave her a special thrill. I was literally a kiss ass and suck up for her. Every time I would kiss her buttocks, she would finger herself, and then ask me to lick her wet fingers clean. Then she would taunt me and mock me, saying how it was that an upper class son from a well-respected family was kissing his maid's asshole!
Other times when we would pass each other in the hall, she would sometimes stop me and give me a couple of quick slaps, before letting me go. This was her way of putting me in my proper place, continuing her domination of me, and enforcing her superiority over me. She was reminding me that she was my mistress and I was her slave, and she could slap me any time she wanted and I had to take it. I was of course, happy to continue in this relationship, treating her as my queen, not my maid.
This, as I said, went on for three months, until the end of December, the end of my final exams for that term. For these three months, I had no need to masturbate to pornography on my own – Rashida's weekly sessions with me took care of that. My marks at school started to improve as I had more time to devote to my studies, my health improved as Rashida kept me on a strict diet and fitness regime, and overall, everyone remarked that how I was suddenly a more polite, more handsome and a more charming young man.
During this time, I saw more of Rubina as well. Prior to becoming Rashida's slave, I didn't pay much attention to the maids; now I used to hang around the kitchen or try to take a peep whenever they were working, and inadvertently I would be spending more time with them.
I don't know why but I was in a constant heightened state of sexual arousal ever since Rashida had spanked me the first time. The image of me, naked, kneeling in front of her, submitting to her, was all I could think about whenever I was in the house. Besides, Rashida had forbidden me to wear an underwear in the house. I was wearing either a cotton-silk pajama or a cotton-silk shorts. My penis was constantly rubbing against this, and it won't be incorrect to say I was constantly hard, along with the knowledge that any time, if she wished, Rashida would pull down my pants and give me a hiding.
Besides, as the school year continued on, my parents were often away on business trips, and it would be me alone in the house with two maids. Maid servants who both had nice, large, shapely buttocks. I had always been fascinated with buttocks, so I would try and catch a glimpse of their behinds whenever I could. If I was in the kitchen, I could see their butts jiggle and wiggle as they cut and chopped the produce.
I never truly knew if Rubina actually was aware of what happened in Rashida's room. I realized she must know that
something
was going on, but perhaps she didn't know the details. She never said anything to me about it, but I could always see a smile or a snicker on her lips whenever she spoke with me. It's like she knew who I really was, but had to act all respectful just because she was the maid and I her master.
I tried to flirt with her a few times. Once I walked into the kitchen, and Rubina was making a cake. She asked me to pass the sugar, and I replied, "Why do you need sugar, you are so sweet!" She laughed. It was a bad line, I knew, but she laughed. Rubina had a beautiful laughter.
Another time she wanted to mop my room and I was working out, topless. I told her to check out my muscles. She nervously laughed and said she really had to clean the room. When we would pass each other in the narrow halls, often I would try and press myself against her for a mere second before she would scoot away. I rationalized that I never knew for a fact if she was truly aware that I was being spanked by Rashida, so I felt free to hit on her. I realized that if Rubina truly knew how Rashida manhandled, slapped, whipped and abused me, I would fall in her esteem as a man.