While Sushila was packing her bag for her trip with dad, Indu was serving us samosas and some snacks. She was wearing a fresh sari. Her hair was tied in a loose bun. She smiled shyly at me each time she came by the table to keep some food. I smacked her ass each time she walked away. Dad and I had a good laugh.
Dad said to me "Son you need to make sure that Indu realizes that you are not her lover. She is not your equal. Initially I would recommend you treat her gently but over the next few days you need to progressively get more rough with her. Ideally you should anal fuck her within the next two days. In my experience, she will try to resist and refuse anal sex. Sushila still cries when I fuck her gaand. But it is important that as her master, you must impose your will on Indu. It is better for you both in the long run. I still slap Sushila around regularly even after 15+ years of her being my bitch. It is important to keep kaamwalis under control otherwise their nakhras get out of hand."
I replied "Thanks dad for the advice."
Anyways, we had one drink each and then dad went into his room where Sushila was packing her bag. I was buzzed slightly and ready for some fun with Indu. I got up from the sofa and walked to kitchen. Indu was in her servant quarters in the back of the kitchen. As I walked in she was combing her long black hair looking in the mirror. It was displayed in front of her as she combed it. When she saw my reflection in the mirror she smiled. I put my arms around her from behind and started massaging her breasts from above her blouse. She was blushing and starting moaning in pleasure. I bit her neck gently and she moaned louder. Her saree dropped to the floor exposing her blouse fully.
I grabbed her blouse with both hands and ripped it apart. The hooks went flying everywhere.
She said "maalik..aapnay phaad diya blouse..ab kya karungi..ek hi tha". (Master you have torn my only blouse)
