Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 17

Slave to My Indian Maid - Chapter 17

Rashida and her family enjoy me thoroughly in the village - Tarek

This was supposed to be the last entry in the story of me and my maids, and I tried to keep this chapter short, but failed. Hence, I have no choice but to post this in two chapters. I promise to post the two chapters one after another, so my loyal readers don't have to wait.

During that fateful summer, in that July, there were so many things going on... and while I simply did not want to leave anything out, I had no choice. I had to skip a few stories - such as when the vegetable lady Shabina had used me so demandingly, including passing wind on my face and making me lick her wet and slimy butt cheeks afterwards - but I did not want to leave out any details of my trip to the village of my love and my mistress - Rashida - my buxom maid.

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The train gave a loud whistle as it passed through a long bridge. It was now late afternoon, and we still had two hours left till we reached my older maid Rashida's village. I looked at her - my older buxom chubby maid Rashida - peacefully dozing on her seat even as the train gave a loud whistle, her head leaned against the side (she was seated near to the window). I was seated opposite to her. A few minutes earlier her feet had been stretched so they had rested on my lap, and I had been massaging them like a loyal servant. Now I gently laid her feet on the floor, resting on top of her slippers. I resisted the urge to bend over and kiss my maid servant's feet and ankles, as I normally would have done. This was a public train after all, even though we were in first class, there were still people around.

Still, I touched my finger to my lips, and then touched the same finger to her feet, and then back on my lips, before I resumed my seat. It was my way of paying homage to my queen, my mistress, the love of my life - a lady who was in reality my mere maid servant.

Oh, how much I loved Rashida! How my dick became erect simply by thinking of her! Even today, after all these years! What's it like, you may wonder, to serve a beautiful, chubby, matronly, lady like Rashida? A lady who is actually, need I remind you, my servant lady, and I, her employer. Yet now our roles were reversed - I was her absolute slave and servant, and she was my absolute beloved mistress and mighty queen.

Well, first, I felt the absolute need... I feel that serving and obeying a dominant lady like Rashida is simply something I NEED to do. I had long ago accepted that my sole purpose in life was to obey, serve, and please Rashida. I was obsessed with her.

Second, at this stage of my life, with absolutely no job and no studies for a couple of months... AND going to her village where I would be totally in service to her... my whole life revolved around Rashida's wants and needs and commands. It's the first thing I thought about when I woke up and the last thing I thought about when I went to sleep.

Rashida. My buxom, chubby, voluptuous, matronly maid servant. How can I serve her? How can I satisfy her? And oh, how much I loved her! I was so happy when she was happy with me.

And yet... at the same time, in serving her, this last week I had been constantly making one mistake after another, and then getting punished for it, often severely. That is the other part of the equation when you serve a lady like Rashida... you must accept punishments.

That is the third point. I have totally lost my ego, my sense of self-respect, my dignity, when I was in her presence. She was not just my mistress Rashida; she was my Queen. I followed Rashida's orders to the best of my ability no matter what, even if it's embarrassing or I don't feel like doing it. I have no choice - I am her slave - and she is making the decisions for me.

For example, about half an hour ago, she wanted a foot massage. Even though there were other people on the train, she rested her feet on my thighs, and I slipped off her sandals and massaged each ankle, each foot, each toe. It did not matter that it might have been embarrassing for me, especially if someone I knew was on that train - why am I massaging my maid servant's feet - but it didn't matter. Rashida commanded, and I obeyed. As simple as that.

Serving a dominant lady like Rashida, and being in total submission to her, IS hard work, no denying it. She has set me rules I have to follow. I need Rashida's permission to do things most people take for granted. For example, I am always supposed to ask Rashida whenever I want to masturbate. Similarly, on this journey, I am told I have to ask her permission to use the facilities... I knew my place, and I felt "owned" by her - every minute of every day.

And... as I said, I loved it. I loved being my maid servant Rashida's total slave.

In our house, whenever she wanted, Rashida could simply strip me naked. Not that she would, but if Rashida had right now ordered me to strip naked here on the train, I would have. I have no modesty or shame from her. This was something very liberating to be in complete submission to someone like her. I felt free. I could be who I was with her. And that's the fourth point.

I loved being Rashida's slave. I got to hang around an awesome dominant female. She sexually aroused me, constantly, with her hold over me. Sometimes she masturbated me or gave me a blowjob. I loved Rashida, and I loved serving her, with all of my heart.

Later on in life I would realize that what I experienced as this love was my brain pumping out Dopamine, Endorphins, Serotonin, and Oxytocin non-stop. It gave me a rush every time she gave me an order. Or punished me. It's not for everyone, but for the right person, a female led relationship can be an exciting and challenging lifestyle.

As I watched Rashida sleep, I recalled what she had told me about her village.

"It's a village where the majority of the people are female." She had told me last night, while caning me. "I think there might be about ten adult men... mostly seniors... and of course kids... but everyone else... including the adults, are all female. There are no young men."

"My lovely bua, why is that?" I asked, even though I had some idea. Rashida raised the cane again, and once more my buttocks felt the sting of her punishment.

"Most of the men have gone out to the cities to work." Rashida explained, as she swung down the cane again and again on my bottom. "Ours is a remote village. There's some farming, but most of the houses have women and kids, with the men in the cities. It's a very unique situation. It is also a village where the sarpaanch, or the village leader, is a Muslim lady."

"A village full of women. And only women." I had remarked, after Rashida finished caning me, and got busy examining my butt cheeks. "Must be interesting. And kinky."

"Oh, yes! You have no idea!" Rashida's tone was thoughtful and cryptic, as she painfully kneaded my ass. "What normally would never happen in other parts of India... sometimes is tolerated... or even accepted... in our village. Fetishes. Kinks. Baba, what I am, partly, is also because of where I was from."

"What do you mean, my dear bua?"

Rashida had given me another beautiful smile, as she let go of my bottom.

"You will see, baba, you will see." She had replied mysteriously. "Let's just say a woman can satisfy herself in my village, publicly, in ways she cannot in rest of India. Now baba, over my lap. Let's finish your punishment."

The train came to a stop at a station with another loud whistle, breaking my thoughts, and this time even Rashida woke up. She watched as all the people in our compartment disembarked at the station. Soon we were the only two people left in the compartment.

"Wow." I remarked. "No one is in our compartment, my dear bua!"

"It's going to be like this, Tarek." Rashida nodded absent mindedly. "This is Bardhaman. Now our train is going to be mostly empty till the next junction, where we will get off and take the bus to my village, and then a rickshaw to my mother's house."

"Yes, bua."

The train soon started again in ten minutes, resuming its journey, and as Rashida said, there was no one in our compartment. Suddenly I heard a couple of beeps. It was our cell phones - mine and Rashida's.

"Our cell signal has gone out." Rashida remarked. "Now we won't have any cell service from here on until we are returning."

"Is it because of that cyclone?" I asked, trying to remember what else Rashida had told me last night.

"Yes." Rashida nodded. "Even though it didn't cause much damage in terms of lives, it caused huge mudslides and lots of rain two months ago. Whole cellphone towers and telephone lines had come down, and they are still repairing. It is supposed to be finished in another two months."

"So... no cellphone." I reflected. "And no telephone either? What about internet? I really need the internet, bua. Many of my friends are going away to America or Australia to study, and if they can't get hold my cell, they will email me for meeting up."

"There is telephone service in the village." Rashida corrected me. "But we don't have a line in our house. We need to go to the central market to use an STD booth. As for internet, there is one cybercafé there in the central market, which uses satellite internet. It's expensive, but you can use it."

"I see." I shrugged. "I need to check my emails from time to time, bua, so I will visit that. Er... with your permission, of course."

"I will have chores for you once we are settled in." Rashida told me. "But you will have the afternoon off... every day... you can visit the market and check your emails from that place then."

"Thank you, my beloved bua."

For some time, we didn't speak... just enjoying the solitude, and each other's' company, as the train thundered its way through various Indian villages.

"Do you have to go to the toilet?" Rashida suddenly asked me.

"No, bua." I replied. "I did when you were asleep, my dear bua."

"Baba," Rashida ordered, as she placed her feet on my thighs again. "Massage my feet."

"Yes, bua."

Again, for the next ten minutes, none of us said anything. Rashida stared at the passing scenery, lost in her thoughts, and I continued to press each ankle and toe, and rub the soles of her feet. I wasn't worried if someone came and saw us. For one, Rashida was dressed in a nice green and gold sari, and she looked like my aunt or mother that I was travelling with. So, massaging her feet was no big deal. For another, I didn't care. I was Rashida's slave. As I said, if she right now ordered me to strip, I would. I didn't care who was there.

"That's enough, baba." Rashida suddenly interrupted my thoughts. "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure, my dear bua." I replied honestly. "Bua, may I kiss your feet?"

Rashida, a little surprised, look around. Seeing that there was absolutely no body, she then turned back to me and nodded.

"Yes... but be quick."

"Yes, bua."

I placed my maid servant's feet on the ground, and she slipped her feet into her sandals. I then knelt in front of her. Prostrating, I bent over until my bum was in the air and I was kissing Rashida's sandal wearing right foot. I kissed that little space between the big toe and the next toe. I continued to kiss and suck each toe, and the space between. I then licked and kissed her ankle, before paying homage to her heel. When she nodded, I then repeated the whole act with her left foot, slobbering over it, kissing it, and making sure to pay proper reverence to her.

Rashida then bent down and caught hold of my left ear and gave it a firm twist.

"Baba." She ordered, hauling me up painfully by my ear. "Remain in the kneeling position."

"Er... yes, bua."

"Your behaviour leaves me no choice but to punish you." Rashida told me, pulling my ear firmly. "The fact that you have graduated from university does not allow you to violate my discipline, ever, baba. No matter how old you are, you are my slave."

"Er... of course, my dear bua. I will always be your slave."

If only I knew how false that statement was!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Rashida let go of my ear and slapped me twice, quite firmly.

"I can't wait to show you off in the village." Rashida exclaimed, as I was slapped twice again. "Such a good slave! Yet, you make mistakes like you did now!"

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Do you know, baba, why I am punishing you now?" My house maid then once more twisted my ear and asked me.

"Er... no, bua." I mumbled through the painful kaan dola. "What did I do, bua?"

"You went to the toilet without asking my permission." Rashida told me, pinching my ear lobe painfully.

"Er... bua... you were sleeping." I tried to give an excuse.

"Then you should have waited." Rashida told me, holding my ear firmly. "And also, you never asked me if I was uncomfortable. If I was sweating, or too cold. You can adjust the fan here, but you never bothered. Again... no focus, no attention, from my slave! I can see you still have a lot of learning to do."

Rashida let go of my ear and then looked at me, kneeling in front of her, my eyes at her feet.

SLAP!

Even though I had been expecting it, the sudden slap was hard, and fast, and unexpected. One moment her arms were raised above her head, the next moment her right arm had come down and swung hard.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

I was slapped four times in quick succession.

"I am sorry for my transgressions, bua." I apologized. "Please forgive me. I will remember I should ask permission for everything from you."

Rashida patted the place on the seat beside her.

"Come, baba." She instructed. "Sit beside me. Sit beside your goddess."

"Oh, thank you bua." Suddenly I was extremely grateful. Grateful for the honor of sitting beside her. Very quickly I got to my feet and then sat down beside her, before she had a chance to change her mind.

Rashida placed a hand on my thigh.

"Baba." She looked at me. "Why did you want to kiss my feet right now, after massaging them?"

"Bua... I..." I didn't really know what to say, so I just said what came to my heart. "It felt like... the right thing to do, bua. I feel I should... be... always... kissing your feet. To show respect to you, bua."

Rashida continued to pat my thigh.

"You do love me, don't you, baba?" She asked in a soft voice.

I was so glad we were alone in the train compartment.

"Oh YES! Oh, yes, my dear lovely bua!" I gush. "I love you, I love being with you, and I love being your slave. I love submitting to you, bua! I am free, bua, to do whatever I want. Yet with all this freedom, I choose to kneel in front of you. To submit to you. Because submission to you is so beautiful for me, my dear bua! It is because I really, really, love you, my dear bua! With all my heart!"

Rashida lifted her hand and gently touched me on my chin.

"Rather than my feet, would you like to kiss my cheeks, baba?" She asked, with a gentle smile.

"May I, bua?" I couldn't believe my ears, but I wanted to be sure.

Suddenly, much to my chagrin, before Rashida could answer, the door to our compartment opened. It was a lady ticket collector.

"I need to see your tickets, baji." She said, walking towards us. Then suddenly the ticket collector drew a big gasp.

"Oh... wow... Rashida baji, is that you? Is that really you?"

Rashida looked at ticket collector and immediately put her feet on the ground on to her slippers and stood up.

"Nidhi!" Rashida exclaimed. She went and gave the ticket collector a hug. It was clear they knew each other.

The ticket collector was around thirty years of age, so a little older to me, but quite young compared to Rashida. She was dressed in the uniform, so shirt and pants, but I could see that she was, despite what must be rural upbringings, quite well put together. She had a nice big bum, but was otherwise fit and healthy, with a nice busty look.

"Baba, this is Nidhi." Rashida introduced her to me. "She is from my village. I know her since she was a little child. Nidhi, this is Tarek, my employer's son."

"Pronam, didi." I greeted her, standing up immediately.

Surprisingly, Nidhi did not immediately return my greeting, but she looked me up and down and then turned her attention back to Rashida.

"Baji, is this the same...?" She asked Rashida but left the question unfinished. Rashida grinned and nodded.

"Nidhi." My maid asked, looking around. "Can you make sure we are not disturbed?"

A slow smile crept up Nidhi's face.

"Yes, baji, of course."

I watched as Nidhi went to each door on either side of the compartment, and using her key, locked it. She even pulled the shades down on each door. Now it was clear that no one was going to disturb us. She then came back to where we were standing.

"Baba." Rashida turned to me. "Nidhi is a close friend of mine. She is from my village, and thus she knows your true status. As my slave, please show my friend Nidhi the proper respect by bending down and touching her feet."

As I started to process what Rashida told me, my maid servant added, "With your lips, baba."

There was a cruel smile on Nidhi's lips as she understood what Rashida ordered me to do.

"Yes, bua."

I gently knelt in front of Nidhi, and lowered my head to her foot, and pressed my lips to her feet. She was wearing her uniform shoes, so I was kissing her shoes in place of her feet. It was my ultimate submission to Rashida. On her order, I was down on the floor, prostrating, and kissing another woman's feet clad in shoes. In a public train.

"Now kiss my feet." Rashida ordered.

"Yes, bua."

I was repeated my earlier actions and kissed my maid servant's feet thoroughly, making sure to pay proper reverence to her.

Rashida then bent down and caught hold of my left ear and gave it a firm twist.

"Stand up, baba." She ordered, hauling me up painfully by my ear.

"Wow, baji." Nidhi was impressed. "You have your slave boy well trained. We heard rumours back in the village, and your sister Tamanna always boasted about how you have your employer's son as your slave... and I never quite believed it... but now I see it is true."

"I can't wait to show him off in the village." Rashida exclaimed. She then twisted my ear again and turned to me. "Tell Nidhi, baba, what did I punish you for just few moments ago."

"Er... I went to the toilet... without asking for your permission." I answered. "Also, I didn't ask if you were comfortable, my dear bua."

As Rashida continued to hold my ear, Nidhi spoke up.

"Baji, I can see you were hot." She commented. "You were sweating... I can see sweat near your arm pits, and back."

Rashida then let go of my now very painful and stinging ear. She then sat down heavily.

"Kneel here in front of me, Tarek." She ordered, and I complied.

My maid then dropped the pallu of her sari, and slowly started to unbutton her blouse, before raising her arms. I could see that Nidhi was right. Rashida's arm pits were sweaty, and there was sweat glistening amongst her armpit hairs.

"As you can see, Nidhi is right." Rashida declared. "My arm pits are sweating. And stinking."

Rashida looked at me, kneeling in front of her.

SLAP!

The sudden slap was hard, and fast, and unexpected. One moment her arms were raised above her head, the next moment her right arm had come down and swung hard. Even Nidhi gave an involuntary gasp of disbelief as to how sudden, and sharp, the slap was.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Once again, I was slapped four times in quick succession.

As Nidhi watched, Rashida patted my now very red cheek. She then moved her fingers to my ear and once again pinched my earlobe between her thumb and forefinger.

"Do you know why I slapped you, Tarek?" She asked me, starting to twist my ear.

I wisely remained quiet, not wanting to give the wrong answer.

Rashida continued to pull my ear hard.

"When I said my arm pits were stinking, you remained silent, Tarek." She said, continuing to twist my ear painfully. "You should have said, 'no, bua. Your arm pits smell heavenly, bua.' After all, you have drunk my urine and licked my asshole!"

"I am so sorry, bua." I apologized. "I should have said that. I am sorry I didn't."

I knew what I had to do. I put my face against her right arm put, brushing my nose against her pubes. It was strangely arousing to smell the aroma there. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick her arm pit.

As always, Rashida's arm pit sweat was slightly salty. I licked her right arm put thoroughly, before switching to her left arm pit. Once again, I reveled in my humiliation. A high-class young man from a high-class family, forced to lick and kiss his mere maid servant's sweaty arm pits!

Once I was done, Rashida then caught hold of my ears again. She gave them a firm twist before letting go.

SLAP!

"You are a boy who is fit only to drink his maid servant's piss and lick her sweat."

"Yes, my lovely bua." I agreed. "I will forever be ready to do that, my bua."

Both Nidhi and Rashida laughed at my abject slavery.

Then something happened that I never thought would happen. For the next twenty minutes, I was stripped naked in public and spanked in an Indian train's compartment. Well... "in public" is a strong word, especially since it was only Nidhi who was present beside Rashida and me, but it was a public spectacle all right. But I spent that twenty-minute period fully naked from the waist down, bent over a seat, my buttocks protruding out, as first Rashida, and then Nidhi, let loose with a hairbrush, striking my hind quarters again and again.

Rashida only cut the punishment short because Nidhi had to finish her ticket collecting job. But as Nidhi left, and I put on my pants, Nidhi promised to visit us again when we were in the village.

Once we were alone again, Rashida sat down, and then indicated for me to sit down beside her.

"Yes, bua."

"Now, baba." Rashida was smiling. "Before Nidhi came... you wanted to kiss my cheeks?"

She remembered!

"Er... yes, of course! Of course, my dear bua!"

"Go ahead." Rashida nodded.

I took in a deep breath, and then leaned in. I pressed my lips against Rashida's fleshy cheeks, giving her a nice kiss.

SMOOCH!

Then I gently moved so I was now pressing my lips against her other cheek.

SMOOCH!

Then, as I had been trained, I leaned back and kept my gaze at her feet.

"Thank you, bua," I told her, "For letting me have the privilege to kiss your lovely cheeks. You are so beautiful, my dear bua."

"Usually, you are kissing my butt cheeks." Rashida laughed. "That too, will happen, but later in privacy. I am pleased with you, Tarek, even though earlier you didn't take my permission to go to the toilet. Or ask about my comfort. It is because of your initiative to ask to kiss my feet. Or how you obeyed me in utterly humiliating yourself in front of Nidhi - a stranger village woman. It shows your total submission to me."

"I am happy to be of your pleasure, bua." I smiled back too. "It makes me really happy when you are satisfied with me. I don't mind humiliating myself if it gives you pleasure, my bua."

Rashida patted my thighs.

"You have no idea how much pleasure you give me when I edge your cock while spanking your ass." She grinned. "Now I have you all to myself in my village for a month and half. And then in Delhi. I am going to have so much fun with you."

"Yes, my lovely bua." I nodded. "I am happy to simply be with you, my bua. I want to marry you in Delhi."

Rashida laughed and then reached out and very gently tugged on my ear lobe.

"Remember one thing, baba." She said, giving me a gentle kaan dola. "You are dreaming of a relationship with me. You say you dream of marrying me. If that happens, in that relationship, you will not get to make ANY decision, and you will have to obey me at all times."

"Bua, I..." I started to say something, but Rashida gave my ear a firm pull and held up a finger to silence me.

"Shh. Listen to me." Rashida continued, twisting my ear firmly now. "You will be my husband, but you will thank me for allowing you to be my slave, and you will devote all your efforts to ensure my pleasure. Is that understood?"

Even though she was pulling my ear, I had the biggest smile on my face. After so many months, so many years rather, Rashida had finally acknowledged the possibility that she would love me back in return and would even consider being my wife! She must have seen my grin, as I saw another gentle smile again appear on her beautiful face.

"Bua." I told her. "Where you lead, I will follow. When you speak, I will listen. You will decide, and I will submit. You rule over me, and my duty is to obey you. As your slave. And if I am lucky, as your husband."

"Let us see." Rashida laughed and let go of my ear. "Quick quiz, Tarek. What is your job when I bend over and pull up my sari and petticoat, baba?"

I didn't even have to think.

"My job is to get on my knees and eat your ass, my dear bua." I answered. "I remain buried in your butt, kneeling on the ground, my nose inside your anus, until you are satisfied."

"Hmm." Rashida seemed to be satisfied with my reply, and she patted my cheek softly. She then grabbed hold of my other ear and gave it a firm twist.

"Remember, you are on trial for the next month you will be in my village, in my house." Rashida warned me, pulling my ear firmly. "Disobedience will not be tolerated, and I will spank and punish you on the spot, no matter who is around. I won't hesitate to cane you every single day!"

"Yes, bua." I nodded, and then recited the Slave Pledge to her. "Bua, you are my mistress and my goddess, forever. I will obey your every command, to the best of my ability. I know that failure to do so will result in strict punishments. I will submit to whatever punishment you mete out to me."

"Good. Good." Rashida nodded, continuing to pinch my earlobe. "Continue."

"I am your total slave and my body is always available for you to use as you see fit. I can also be your toilet, as you wish; however I am not even worthy of drinking your urine. I will submit to you completely. I exist only to serve you."

"Remember," Rashida corrected me, giving me a good kaan dola. "You will also serve my sister and my mother as a slave."

"Yes, bua." I nodded. "I am also their toilet, and my body is also theirs to use as they see fit. I will submit totally, completely, to all of you. I will be in the Total Slave Mode. I will ask you and your family members permission for every single act I do. Specifically, I will ask for permission to use the washroom. I will ask for permission before eating. I will ask for permission before addressing any of you. I will ask for permission before masturbating. I will ask for permission if I have to leave the house."

"Good." Rashida then brought her other hand and caught hold of my other ear. Now both ears were being twisted and pinched by her. "You need a woman who will strip away any traits of your toxic masculinity and mold you into the proper submissive creature you truly are."

"Yes, bua." I agreed. "Bua, am I to remain fully naked in your house?"

Rashida let go of my stinging ears, and once again patted my right cheek.

"I will decide on that." She replied. "For now, no. You will be clothed, unless I am going to punish you, or tell you otherwise. Now complete the final part of your Pledge."

"Yes, bua." I went on. "In the presence of your, your mother, or your sister, I will cast my eyes down and not look at them in the eye unless asked to. My manner and tone will be that of a slave girl at all times and will reflect deference to my mistresses at all times."

Even though I am not a girl, the Total Slave Pledge included the word 'girl' just to further humiliate me and put me in my place.

"Very good." Rashida clicked her tongue in satisfaction. "Remember, baba. I am doing this because I love you. You will become a good man - and a good husband. And behind every good man stands the woman who spanks him. And she does so, because she loves him."

"I also love you very much, bua." I told her. "You are an amazing woman, and you deserve to have a naked, kneeling slave serving you at all times, bua. I will be happy to be that servant. Even if you are my wife."

"Baba. Look at me." Rashida ordered. Her voice was soft, matronly, and loving. She then spread out her arms. "I want to hug you."

I was crying. Tears flowed down my face as I hugged Rashida warmly. I was totally lost in the moment even as I lost myself in Rashida's embrace. I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly and buried my face in her gargantuan boobs. Rashida of course placed one arm on my back and stroked my head with the other.

"There, there, baba. I also love you. I may not show it all the time, but I really do love you, Tarek Zia! You worship me, you treat me as your Queen, and you make me cum."

I continued to hug my mistress, my relief palpable at her mercy, as Rashida kissed me on each tear-stained cheek. It was a very emotional moment for me. Rashida stroked my head and ran her hands through my hair, before holding me by the chin.

"Come, kiss me." She ordered.

"Oh, bua, oh my love!" I hugged her and squeezed her as Rashida purred in pleasure. I kissed her on the lips. I could hardly believe it. I was kissing Rashida on her lips!

Rashida then touched my crotch. It was evident that I was hard... very hard. Yet we were on the train. Rashida then glanced around. There was no one in the train, and the next station was sometime away.

Rashida gently unzipped my pants, and then moved her hand inside my trousers and rubbed my now stiff penis.

"Baba, I am going to reward you." She said, before kissing me again.

"Oh, bua!" I mumbled. I was in heaven as Rashida ran her fingers up and down my cock while continuing to kiss me. My buxom maid kneaded my balls with one hand as she stroked the penis with the other. The pace of her stroking kept on becoming faster and faster. I knew I would cum at any point now.

Rashida suddenly stopped kissing me, and also stopped stroking me. As I looked at her in puzzlement, she smiled and got up. Moving around, and glancing at the doors to the compartment, she suddenly went down on her knees in front of me. She then pulled down my pants slightly so my cock spring free. Kneeling down so that her nose touched my prick, she opened her lips. Rashida slowly took my dick in her mouth, engulfing it completely.

"Mmmm... mmmm!" I was in heaven as she licked my penis up and down. Rashida kneaded my balls with one hand as she held me around my waist with the other. She started to suck me harder and harder. I knew I would cum at any point now.

My knees started to buckle, and my ass stiffened. Rashida continued to lick the tip of my penis with her tongue as her lips were wrapped around my manhood. I felt my balls begin to tighten. My face contorted as I began to ejaculate. Oh, how I could cum! Gallons of thick, milky white semen oozed out of my penis, into Rashida's inviting mouth.

Rashida gave me the best blowjobs ever!

My hips jerked as the last vestiges of my love juice poured out.

Rashida stood up, wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand.

"Better put your little dick inside your pants, baba." She grinned. "Before someone else comes here."

"Er... yes, bua. Um... thank you, my dear bua."

"You deserve it." Rashida laughed. "After all, I punish you strictly when you deserve it. And I WILL punish you soon again, I am pretty sure. Meanwhile, when you please me, don't you think I should reward you? I love you, baba."

"I love you too," I gushed with full sincerity, "My dear beautiful sweet sexy bua."

* * *

Rashida enveloped her mother in a bear hug.

"Oh, amma!" She cried out, covering the older woman's cheeks with wet, sloppy kisses.

It had been a good seventeen hours we had spent on the trip, most of it on the train, and then the bus, and now finally after a twenty-minute rickshaw ride we were at Rashida's mother's place. The rickshaw driver was an older man, and as Rashida reminded me, one of the few men who remained in the village.

Rashida's mother's village cottage was a typical village house, but quite big and had all the modern amenities. Obviously, the money my family paid Rashida for her services was bearing its fruits here. A young lady, who I would later know was Rashida's younger sister, had just opened the door and we walked into the living room. I didn't look at the young lady at first and kept my eyes cast respectfully downwards, as I had been instructed to. Rashida headed in first, and I followed, carrying all of mine and her luggage, as if I was the servant.

No one even acknowledged me as I walked in. I was just a slave, a porter, carrying her bags and luggage. Under normal circumstances there would have been a huge fuss over me - I was her employer's son, but here no one even paid me a second look. I was told by the young lady where to place the luggage while Rashida was being kissed by her mother.

I remember what Rashida had repeated to me, in the morning, on the train.

"My family is really looking forward to meeting you," Rashida had told me, "My mother and my sister... they can't wait to spank you on your pasa as well. I know they would love to punish a man with a small nunu like you."

"Yes, bua."

"And you will serve my sister, and my mother, just like you serve me. In EVERY way."

"Yes, bua."

"I intend to spank and punish you there, baba, quite severely. In front of my sister and mother."

"Yes, bua."

"My sister will take part in the punishments, even though she is younger than you, baba. Be prepared to be slapped in public. And perhaps... to be naked... in public."

"Yes, bua. I am your slave, to be used as you wish."

And now here we were.

Rashida's mother Dania was an older lady, probably touching seventy years of age, yet her skin was surprisingly smooth and not very wrinkly. Her hair was completely gray, and her cheeks had a few lines in it, but she looked surprisingly no older than a fifty-year-old lady. It must have been her smooth skin and her youthful and fit figure. She was a little thin, and her white sari was wrapped loosely around her body, exposing the milky skin of her midsection and the navel. Compared to her, my chubby maid Rashida actually looked like her sister rather than her daughter.

Dania returned Rashida's kisses by smooching her on the cheeks, nose and forehead.

"Baba, this is my mother, Dania." Rashida turned to me. "You can call her amma."

"Salaam alaikum, amma!" I greeted her. "Amma" meant mother in Bengali.

"So..." Dania didn't immediately return my greetings. "This is Tarek, your employer's son, the one I talked to on the phone a few weeks ago. When he apologized so humbly to me."

"Yes," Rashida replied. "Tarek has grown a lot since you last saw him, didn't you."

"Yes." Dania replied. "He was little, then. And now, he is going to be... our... little bitch?"

"Oh yes." Rashida laughed and then snapped her fingers. "Baba, our little bitch, please show the proper respect to my mother. Now!"

There could only be one way I could pay my respects to her after Rashida snapped her fingers. Immediately I knelt down on the ground and prostrated so that my lips touched Dania's feet. I kissed her right foot, and then her left. After I had kissed her feet, I remained prostrate on the ground, my lips pressed against her toes.

"Get up, baba." Dania told me.

I stood up, my face red and my eyes cast down in shame. I was from the high strata of society, and I had just kissed my maid servant's mother's feet!

"So," Dania asked me, "Is it true what you told me over the phone? That you are my daughter Rashida's little slave boy? That you got that spanking and the punishments from her? Especially for not buying that ticket on time?"

Dania knew it was true, and yet she was making me say it. I reddened slightly, embarrassed, but nodded.

"Yes amma," I croaked. "It is true. For ten days straight, bua punished me night and day, every chance she got, for that mistake. And I fully deserved it, amma."

"Sometimes, in baba's presence, I take out my hairbrush to simply brush my hair, and I see him flinch." Rashida laughed. "Because he doesn't know whether I am going to brush my hair, or whether he did something wrong that pissed me off and he is about to have a very red and very sore butt as a consequence. Isn't that right, baba?"

"Er... yes, bua." I nodded, acknowledging the fact that I was the slave in a female led relationship, where my maid servant had all the power. "I am your total slave, my beautiful bua."

"Tarek!" Rashida ordered, taking my name instead of calling me affectionately 'baba'. A further sign of my slavery was that I wasn't allowed to take the name of my maids, but refer to them respectfully by 'bua', while they were not bound by any rules and could order me by my name if they wanted to.

"Turn around so your back is to us." Rashida commanded. "I want you to unbuckle your belt, drop your pants and bend over. Show us that spanked ass of yours."

I turned beet red, and my face flushed with embarrassment, even as Dania chuckled, but I wasn't going to disobey my mistress in front of her family. Right there, in front of everyone in the room, I did as I was told, exposing myself to Dania, and Rashida's younger sister, and of course Rashida. I wasn't wearing any underwear, of course, as per the general orders of Rashida - so she could spank me at a moment's notice if she wanted to.

I was now bent over at the waist, "mooning" Rashida's mother, my ass now on display for everyone in the room to see. I remained motionless in this position, cravenly awaiting Rashida's further instructions.

No doubt, across my buttocks were probably half dozen or so red streaks, as a result of the caning and spanking I had gotten last night.

"He doesn't wear underwear?" Dania asked.

"Baba." Rashida spoke up. "Tell us all why you don't wear underwear."

"It's by your orders, my dear bua." I answered, while remaining bent over at the waist in that humiliating position, exposing my buttocks to the ladies. "It is so that whenever you want, my dear bua, you should just be able to pull down my pants or pajamas down, and you should be able to see my bare bottom, so that you can spank me."

"Good. Now, amma, as you can see, baba did something yesterday I didn't like, so baba got a thorough spanking from me." Rashida informed her mother. "You can see the marks from the cane here too. Let's just say that today he had an uncomfortable train ride here."

Everyone in the room laughed, and I cringed in shame and humiliation.

"Ok, Tarek." Rashida told me. "No one wants to see your big dirty pasa for long. You can get up and pull up your pants now."

"Yes, bua. Thank you, my beautiful bua."

Rashida now came forward and pointed to the young lady by her side.

"Now this is my sister Tamanna." Rashida introduced me to her. "You will call her apu."

"Salam alaikum, apu." I turned to greet Tamanna, and almost lost my breath as I glanced at her properly for the first time.

Rashida's sister Tamanna was quite possibly one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was young, twenty or so (similar to our current younger maid Zarine), but she had one of the sexiest bodies you could think of. Whereas Zarine was thin, Tamanna was amply voluptuous, filling out in the most alluring way. Her big chest complimented her bodacious buttocks and when she bit her lips in that demure yet commanding fashion, it was all I could do not to drool. Rashida, like all Indian maids, was of a medium to dark brown complexion, but Tamanna was milky fair, like her mother.

"Now remember," Rashida sharply instructed me. "She may be younger than you, but she is my sister, and moreover, she is a female, and you are a lowly man. You will obey her just like you obey me."

"Er... of course, my dear bua. That goes without saying."

"Now bend down and kiss her feet."

"Yes, bua."

Tamanna giggled as I knelt down and bent over, pressing my lips onto the smooth skin of her ankles.

"He really is your slave, baji." She remarked, as I paid homage to her beautiful feet. "You have him well trained."

Rashida had me where she wanted me -immediately humiliated and at her family's service.

"He's a good slave." Rashida complimented me. "Hopefully his behaviour will remain correct or else I won't hesitate to punish him. You know... it looks easy now... but I had to break Tarek's arrogance down... and train him. Now he is a good slave. I wouldn't say perfect, yet... but good enough."

"What shall I call him, baji?" Tamanna asked her elder sister.

A smile lip up Rashida's face.

"Baba here always talks about how he wants to marry me." Rashida grinned. "So... Tamanna... maybe... you can call him jeej! Or jeeju! He will be your brother-in-law."

"That works." Tamanna chuckled and turned to me. "Jeej! Make sure you behave well... so you don't need to get punished by this saali sahiba!"

"Er... yes, apu."

Unfortunately for me, it was to be a matter of only a mere three hours before I got my first proper spanking in that house by Rashida. And witnessed by my sexy saali sahiba too!

* * *

"Ow! Ouch! Bua, please, it hurts!"

It was just after dinner. As Rashida's sister Tamanna and her mother Dania watched, nonplussed, Rashida caught hold my right ear, and pinched it hard.

"Come, baba." She pulled and twisted my ear, causing me to yelp and stand up. I had been seated at the floor, which was to be my place when the family had dinner, while Dania, Tamanna, and Rashida had been at the table.

"I am sorry, my dear bua." I deferentially apologized.

"Sorry is not good enough, baba." Rashida continued to twist my ear. "Let's go to our room."

"Yes, bua."

Dania and Tamanna continued to sip their tea as they watched Rashida yank me by the ear. No one rushed to my defense - I was a slave and should expect punishments.

Leading me, red faced, by the ear, Rashida dragged me to the room where we were to sleep. Gently she pulled the curtain that lined the entrance to our room. There was no door; it was just a curtain.

"Right, I want you over this chair..." Rashida stood behind a chair and bent over, so that her ass was facing me, bent up, and her hands flat on the seat of the chair. She was showing me the position she wanted me to assume.

"Bend over baba," She ordered, "So your pasa (ass) is up, is that clear?"

"Yes, bua."

She moved out, and I walked over to the chair. Bending over so that the back of the chair was pressing against my tummy, I placed my hands on the seat of the chair, presenting my bum to my maid.

"Right." Rashida walked over and grabbed the waistband of my shorts.

"Let's get this down, shall we?" She tugged and started to pull my shorts down. "I want to slipper your bare bottom."

"Yes, my lovely bua. I am so sorry, my bua."

My shorts were soon at my ankles.

"Step out of your shorts please, baba."

"Yes, bua."

"Now spread your legs a bit. I want to see your pasa nice and clear. Legs spread wide open."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida placed the flat end of her slipper against my buttocks. The rubbery grooves of her chappal pressed against my anticipating skin, as she tantalizingly rubbed her footwear over my behind. I, the rich son and employer, was going to be beaten on my ass by my maid with her slipper. The same slipper she will use to walk all around the village streets was now going to be used on my ass.

"Stick that big bottom out."

"Yes, bua."

"Because I expected better of you, and you have let me down, your punishment is going to be extra severe."

"Yes, I understand, my dear bua."

WHACK!

"One! Thank you, bua. Please forgive me for not asking your permission to sit, bua. Please spank me again."

WHACK!

"Two! Thank you, bua. Please forgive me for not asking your permission to go to the bathroom, bua. Please spank me again."

WHACK!

"Three! Thank you, bua. Please forgive me for not asking your permission before starting to eat, bua. Please spank me again."

WHACK!

Rashida continued to hit me with her sandal, as I abjectly apologized to her and asked her to hit me again and again. I was conscious that only a thin curtain separated our room from the rest of the house, and Rashida's sister Tamanna and her mom Dania could hear every strike, every moan and every sound that I made.

"Six! Sorry, bua. Please forgive me. Please spank me again."

WHACK!

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the curtain move slightly, and a shadow crossed the threshold. Tamanna was watching us! I went red, and felt deeply ashamed, that a girl my age was watching me being punished by my own maid. And that girl was my maid's younger sister! My beautiful saali sahiba!

WHACK!

"A good strapping, that's what you need, baba."

"Yes, bua."

WHACK!

"You are going to find out just how much I love you, baba."

WHACK!

I reached around to briefly rub my stinging bottom.

"Get that hand away from here!" Rashida sharply rebuked me. "Is this how I have trained you?"

"No, my beloved bua."

"Did I tell you that you could touch your pasa?"

"No, bua."

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Rashida bent down and rubbed my buttocks. Her hands gently caressed my bottom.

"Hmm, this is getting red. Good, keep sticking that big bottom of yours out, baba."

WHACK!

"Do you love to get punished, baba? Did you want me to punish you while my sister and mother can hear you crying for mercy?"

WHACK!

"I gave you the benefit of the doubt, baba. And you forgot."

"Yes, bua."

WHACK!

"Alright." Rashida asked me to stand up. "Time for you to go over my knee, baba."

"Yes, bua."

After I had stood up, Rashida sat down heavily on the chair, making it creak slightly, and crossed her legs. Reaching down, she hiked up her saree slightly so that her ankles were now uncovered.

"Get over my knee, baba."

"Yes, bua."

"Just count this time... and thank me." Rashida instructed, as I placed myself on her lap, over her knees. "You can start from one again."

"Yes, bua."

I had assumed the position.

SPANK!

The back of her hand hit my right butt cheek fast and hard. Rashida actually cupped her hand slightly as she beat me, so the sting was more pronounced.

"One! Ouch! Thank you, my dear bua."

SPANK!

"Two! Thank you, my sweet bua."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

Here was I, the son of Rashida's employer, but I was dressed in only my t-shirt, naked as the day I was born from the waist down, bent over my maid servant's knee, getting a thrashing on my bum from her hand. Rashida's left hand was lying cross my waist, holding on to me as I squirmed and tried to keep up the count with each spank.

SPANK!

SPANK!

"You have been getting a spanking from me for years now, baba." Rashida told me. "So... there are a few things I expect from you now as a trained slave."

"Yes, my good bua."

SPANK!

"I expect that when you are with me, in this house, you will ALWAYS ask me for permission before you go to the bathroom. Me, or any of my family members."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"I expect baba that you will see to my comfort, and our comfort, before yours."

"Yes, my esteemed bua."

SPANK!

"I expect that you, baba, will ask me for permission before you start to eat and fill your belly."

"Yes, my beloved bua. Please forgive me."

"Shut up and keep counting, baba."

SPANK!

"You are here in my mother's house, baba. They expect to see a trained slave boy here, not a bitch still in need of a spanking. I didn't expect to spank you so soon!"

"Yes, bua. I am sorry, my dear bua."

SPANK!

SPANK!

"I expected to present your service as a gift to my mother. Instead, here I am, spanking you again."

"I am sorry, bua."

SPANK!

SPANK!

Rashida took a pause, as I lay there on her lap, whimpering, and my ass stinging and no doubt very red.

"You are my employer, baba." Rashida told me, rubbing my butt cheeks and watching them jiggle as I squirmed in pain. "Yet, here you are, over my knees. Who's got the upper hand here, baba?"

"You do, bua." I told her. "You are my mistress, and I am your slave. You are my Queen, bua."

"Do you love me, baba?"

It was a very strange moment to ask that question, but I didn't even have to think for a moment as I replied, "Yes, of course, bua, with all my heart. You know that."

"Hmm."

Rashida squeezed my left ass cheek.

"Ow!" I could not help but scream. "Bua! It hurts."

Rashida didn't say anything but raised her hand.

SPANK!

"OW! Ow!... I..." I counted. "T-t-thank you, bua."

"I guess we Bengali maids do have the upper hand on you, baba." Rashida laughed and spanked me again. "I can come and give you a spanking whenever I feel like, no?"

"Yes, bua." I replied. "You can strip me naked in the middle of the village square and spank me if you like, bua. I am your slave."

"And you, baba, will continue to love me, your maid servant, even as I spank and whip and cane you."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"You once thought... we maids were only worthy enough to think about while you were masturbating, baba." Rashida reminded me. "Now here you are, having to ask me for permission before you can even cum."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"You are not going to cum tonight, baba."

"Oh... Yes, bua, as you wish, bua. Although, I was hoping-"

SPANK!

"You should be ashamed, baba, that I can just grab you by the ear and give you a kaan dola whenever I want."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Why are your legs crossing over, Tarek? I told you to keep your legs spread until I am done spanking you!"

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"You should be ashamed of yourself as a man, baba."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Now you have to show some respect to us women."

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Remember the very first time I punished you, baba?"

"Yes, bua."

SPANK!

"Do you remember, baba," Rashida asked, "What I did to you when I caught you, masturbating, all those years ago?"

"Yes, bua." The memory was clear in my mind. "You twisted my ear..."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"No!" Rashida spanked me thrice in sharp succession, and then interrupted me. "You are forgetting one important thing. Before I did anything to you, YOU started to apologize to me. I had interrupted your little masturbation session, and you began to apologize to me. Do you remember what happened next?"

SPANK!

"I... er... you commanded me not to move and then went out to send Rubina away to the market."

SPANK!

"Correct." Rashida spanked me and then rested her hands on my butt for a moment, as I counted, and thanked her and asked her for another. "And THEN when I returned, I scolded you for moving, and you fell at my feet, begging me to forgive you. THEN I started to punish you by twisting your ear."

"Yes, bua, you are right."

SPANK!

"I am always right, baba. Remember that. What happened next, baba?"

I felt that warm feeling of shame come over me again but answered her question. Rashida continued to spank me, even as she made me reminisce about the first time she had punished me.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Then, bua, after twisting my ears, you asked me to tell you why you were punishing me. I had to recount my shameful act. And then you said you are going to slap me, and I had to count and thank you after each slap and ask for another one. And then you started to slap me."

SPANK!

"What happened next, baba?"

"I counted each slap and thank you for it, bua."

SPANK!

"Then?"

"I... er... went over your lap, over your knees. You spanked my bare bum with a ruler."

"Yes. And now here you are, after all these years, still over my knees, getting a spanking on your bare bum from your old maid."

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Bua, you are not old." I replied. "You are the most beautiful woman in my eyes."

"Thank you, baba. You are the most pathetic boy in my eyes."

SPANK!

SPANK!

Rashida continued to beat me, alternating between each butt cheek. And I continued to softly count, whimper, and thank her.

Finally, Rashida stopped spanking me. I felt her hands on my buttocks, gently caressing my bottom. Then I felt her open her palm, and put her middle finger on my ass, and before I knew it, she had inserted it into my asshole.

Ouch!

It pained a little, as she inserted her middle finger quite deep. Then she pulled it out and moved her hand towards my face.

"Lick my finger, Tarek." Rashida commanded.

"Yes, bua."

Without thinking a second thought, I started to lick her middle finger. It was the remnants of what was in my own asshole. There was a strong pungent aroma on her fingers as I slurped at the finger that had been deep inside my own asshole.

Rashida repeated the act. She painfully drilled my asshole with each of her fingers of that hand, before presenting it to me. Again and again. In total, I licked my own ass juice from her fingers five times.

"Ok, baba." Rashida asked me to stand up. "Go and stand in that corner of the room."

"Yes, bua."

"Touch your nose against the wall, and hands to your side. Butt out."

"Yes, bua."

Whimpering, and now in no doubt that Tamanna was watching me from behind the curtain (I could hear her sharp breathing), I walked over to the corner of the small bedroom.

It was going to be a long holiday at Rashida's mom's place, I reflected. And yes, I on my own put myself in this situation, where I was at the beck and call, and the mercy of, these three ladies. As Rashida had warned me on the train ride, I was now not only her sex slave, but a total slave. She was free to do with me whatever she wanted.

I stood in the corner for almost twenty minutes thinking these dark and salacious thoughts before I was allowed by Rashida to move, and was told that my punishment was over. My dick was still throbbing hard and my buttocks aching with pain, but there was no cumming for me tonight.

* * *

It was early morning, about 7 am. I opened my eyes and look to my right side on the bed. Rashida was on her back, hands over her face, sleeping soundly, her breasts rising and falling softly with each breath. Her sari's pallu had fallen to one side, and I could see her big and exposed waist, and her lovely navel rise and fall. Oh, how I wanted to kiss that navel!

We had slept on the same bed, Rashida and me. At night, just before we had gone to bed, Rashida stripped me completely naked.

"Tarek." Rashida had ordered. "Please take off all your clothes. I want you completely in the nude."

I thought I was getting another beating, but Rashida told me that I had to sleep in the nude, with just a blanket over me. Rashida, fully clothed, slept next to me, sharing the blanket with me. Yet I was forbidden to touch her, rub against her, or sexually satisfy myself in any manner. She was so close to me, yet she was so far! So many times, in the night, I had woken up, my dick hard and ready to prod against her big ass, and I had to move away, because I remembered her command.

"This will be a test." Rashida had warned me, even as she had caught hold of my dick and stroked it. "My big butt right next to your little nunu. My fully clothed body right next to your naked one. Yet you will control yourself."

"Yes, bua."

"If you cum in the night, I will punish you publicly in the morning."

"I understand, bua."

I heard a rooster crow, and I could also hear someone in the kitchen. My full bladder reminded me that I needed to pee. Grateful that someone was up this early so I could ask permission to go to the washroom, I gently tiptoed out of the bed, put on my clothes, and walked into the kitchen. At least, for now, I was allowed to wear clothes within the house.

Tamanna was in kitchen, washing something in the sink. Her back was to me, and I could see her gorgeous ass shake as she scrubbed a dish in the sink. She was dressed in a simple pink sari, her sexy body draped curvaceously, leaving her slim waist exposed. There is something so beautiful, so angelic, in a young fine-looking Bengali woman wearing a sari. Tamanna heard me walk in and turned.

"Good morning, apu." I politely greeted her, using the term 'apu' (the word 'baji' has the same meaning).

"Good morning, jeeju." She told me. "Kiss my feet, jeeju."

I was surprised by the immediate order, but I didn't show it.

"Er... yes, apu."

Immediately I knelt down on the ground and prostrated so that my lips touched Tamanna's beautiful feet. I kissed her right foot, licking each toe, and then her left feet, once again paying homage to each toe. After I had kissed her feet, I remained prostrate on the ground, my lips pressed against her feet. Tamanna reached down and grabbed hold of my left ear.

"Get up, jeeju." Tamanna told me, twisting my ear sharply and then letting go. "You have something to say to me?"

"Apu." I stood up and looked at her. "Can I go to the toilet, please?"

I was asking a woman my age (actually younger than me!) for permission to use the washroom in the morning.

"I see." Tamanna placed the dish in the rack. "What do you need to do in the washroom, jeeju?"

"I..." I was at first puzzled. What does one do in the morning in the washroom? Nevertheless, I had to answer.

"I really need to pee, apu." I replied. "And brush my teeth and wash my face."

"Are you going to poop?"

Here was I, having to answer embarrassing questions about washroom activities to my maid's sister!

"No, apu." I replied. "I usually poop after breakfast."

"Good!" Tamanna smiled. "Jeeju, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, apu."

"Last night I saw my sister beating you with her sandal on your buttocks, you were lying over the chair, and later when you were over her knees, on her lap. You were spanked quite thoroughly, jeeju. Your pasa was red - I saw."

I winced with embarrassment but nodded.

"Yes, apu. She did punish me. It was my mistake."

"I mean, I know she punishes you regularly." Tamanna continued. "My mother told me that baji had a slave boy. But to see it with my own eyes... it was something else."

"I can imagine, apu." I replied. "But... it is true. I am your sister's total slave."

"Why? Why would you let her do that to you?" Tamanna looked at me straight in the eyes and asked.

"I... I..." I was at a loss for words.

"You are a young man. From a rich family." Tamanna asked me. "Are you gay?"

"No... no!" I insisted. "I am NOT gay. I really LOVE your sister. I am going to marry her."

"You are baji's employer's son." Tamanna continued. "Most of the time when a maid and her master is having an affair, he is banging her. Yet here, your maid - my sister - is spanking you. She strips you naked and puts you over her knee. You prostrate and kiss our feet - and we are your maid's family! You sleep naked, next to my sister - your maid - and yet you don't fuck her. What type of pervert are you?"

"I... I don't know... apu." I shrugged. "All I know... all I can tell you honestly... is that I love your sister with all of my heart, and I have submitted to her. I am her slave. Whatever she tells me to do, I will. I really do love her."

"Does she love you?"

"I... I hope so, apu."

Tamanna walked up to me until she was mere inches from my face.

"If I asked you right now to drop your pants and show me your nunu, will you?" She asked.

"Er... yes, apu." I answered. "Bua told me to obey you, and I will."

"Yesterday when you pulled down your pants, I saw your nunu." Tamanna admitted with a slight giggle. "You know... your nunu is quite decent size. Despite my mother and sister telling me otherwise, I think you do have a large enough nunu."

"Er... thank you, apu."

"I want to play with that sometime later, jeeju." Tamanna told me mysteriously. "Maybe when no one is here."

I didn't say anything in reply. If this beautiful girl wanted to 'play' with my nunu, I had no objections!

Tamanna laughed and then moved even closer so she was inches from my face.

"Jeeju, you will now kneel down. And when I command, you will open your mouth." Tamanna ordered. "I am going to spit, and you will swallow your saali saheba's sputum. Do you understand?"

"Er... yes, apu." I nodded, and then knelt down on the floor, and looked up at my maid servant's younger sister.

Tamanna held my chin in her hands. She then leaned in very close as her fingers wrapped themselves around my ears. I could feel the warmth of her breath on me.

"Open your mouth, jeeju." She ordered, as she twisted my ears hard.

"Yes, apu."

SPIT!

Tamanna spit into my open mouth. I gulped and swallowed her sputum, which had landed right smack in the middle of my tongue.

SPIT!

SPIT!

I swallowed her spit again.

SPIT!

SPIT!

SPIT!

SPIT!

Tamanna then gave a cruel laugh and raised her hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

She then nudged herself close to me, even as my cheeks started to redden with shame, and asked, "So tell me, jeeju, how good was that?"

"Uh, yes, very good, apu. Your spit tastes very nice."

Tamanna laughed.

"What a loser you are, jeeju! You have no lojja!" Tamanna then turned around. "Ok, jeeju, go to the washroom, but don't take too long, ok?"

"Yes, apu."

"I need your help in the kitchen once you are done."

"Yes, apu."

"And if you take more than a few minutes, I will personally come and pee on you."

"Er... yes, apu. I will be quick."

Ten minutes later, I was back in the kitchen. For the next twenty minutes, I followed Tamanna's instructions and helped her prepare the breakfast. I could hear Rashida get up and use the washroom. When she came into the kitchen, she paused as she surveyed me helping her sister lay the breakfast on the table. With an approving nod, Rashida snapped her fingers and commanded me to go help her mother.

"Go and help amma to the bathroom, Tarek." Rashida ordered me. "Be with her and accompany her back here. This will be your duty every morning."

"Yes, my dear beautiful bua."

As I was leaving the kitchen I overheard Tamanna snicker.

"Does he always call you 'my lovely bua' or 'my beautiful bua'?" Tamanna giggled.

"I don't mind it." Rashida replied. "A slave should always compliment his mistress."

I walked over to Dania's room.

"Help me get up, Tarek." Dania ordered. She was lying in a bed in her room. "I have trouble with my knees early morning."

"Yes, amma." I dutifully replied.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, my hand touching the bare skin of the older lady's waist as she stood up with my support.

"Help me to the washroom, Tarek." She ordered. "I need to pee."

"Er... yes, amma."

With my help, Dania leaned on me and used me as a support as we walked to the washroom.

"Now remember," Dania told me as we walked to the washroom. "When you go to the washroom here you must never lock or even shut the bathroom door under any circumstances."

"Yes, amma." I nodded. I was their little slave boy, and I had no right to privacy for even the most personal of bodily functions and would have to get used to it.

"And remember," Dania continued, "Always ask one of us for permission before going to the toilet. I will be very strict on this, Tarek."

I know. It was Dania who yesterday had pointed out to Rashida that I had used the washroom without getting permission, which had led to my spanking.

"Yes, amma. I am your slave, amma. I have come here to serve you."

I stood at the washroom door hesitatingly, not knowing what to do, and Dania laughed.

"C'mon, Tarek!" She told me. "Don't be shy. You have seen my daughter... your Queen Rashida... fully naked, haven't you?"

"Er... yes, amma."

"Now you will see your Queen Rashida's own mother in the nude!" Dania laughed. "For us, you are just another piece of furniture! I don't need to have any false sense of modesty from you, slave boy!"

"As you say, amma."

Once inside the washroom, Dania instructed me to help her remove her sari. With trembling hands, I caught hold of the helm of her sari and slowly denuded her. Once the sari was completely off, she told me to hang it on a hook at the back of the door. Then I knelt on the floor as I reached under her petticoat and wrapped my fingers around the hem of her panties. Giving a tug, I pulled it down and slipped it off. Dania had really smooth legs for a lady her age.

I then unbuckled the noose that held her petticoat, and it fell towards the floor; I caught it and helped her out of it. My maid Rashida's mom Dania was now butt naked in front of me, dressed in only a blouse.

With a grunt, Dania sat down on the commode and started to pee. Unabashed, she continued to empty her bladder as I stood to her side and waited. Dania did not even care that I was there - she was peeing loudly and freely. She even let out a fart. As Dania said, I was just a piece of furniture to her.

I could hear the steady stream of her urine hitting the sides of the porcelain bowl of the commode, until it slowed to a trickle, before stopping. I saw her look at me and smile.

"Clean me, Tarek." She ordered. "Properly."

"Yes, amma."

I grabbed the lota (mug) of water and some tissue and walked up to Dania. She gently parted her legs, and I rubbed a wet tissue between her legs, into her crotch. My hands felt the hair of her pussy, now damp with her urine, as I wiped a tissue or two across her snatch. I then used another piece of tissue, reached deep and cleaned her thoroughly. I used the whole lota to wash her area before drying her with another tissue. Turning around, I then walked to the sink and washed and dried my hands. I heard the toilet flush, but when I turned around, Dania was still seated on the commode. The old lady raised a hand and snapped her fingers.

"Come here, Tarek."

I understood what she wanted me to do. It was something I had done many a times to her daughter Rashida.

I knelt down so that my lips were now just above the toilet bowl, heading right between her legs. The stench of the urine hit my nostrils but Dania, the mother of my maid servant, didn't give me time to think. She grabbed my hair and tugged my face to between her legs.

I slid my tongue between her pussy, flicking my tongue at her wet cunt and licked the folds of her clit. My lips were working up and down her sex as her pubic hair smashed against my face. As I continued to eat her out, Dania tried to maintain her balance on the commode, as her orgasm began to build. She was an older lady, and her body had been crying out for relief for some time. She wasn't going to hold out for long, and soon my tongue started to hit the mark as I felt a warm gush of fluid emerge from her hole. I then slipped my tongue deep into her cunt hole and started to lap her. It was all that was needed as Dania quickly came, grabbing me harshly by my ears, rubbing her wet clit all over my face.

"Oh, my goodness!" Dania exclaimed, when she was done, catching her breath. She then looked at me and saw her juices on my face.

"Clean yourself up." Dania ordered.

"Yes, amma."

The older lady then stood up and turned around. I was behind her, and she was facing away so I was staring into her smaller but shapely buttocks. Again, for an older lady, I have to reemphasize here, she had surprisingly smooth skin, and I didn't see a lot of wrinkles on her.

"Do you want to kiss my pasa?" Dania cast a look over her shoulder and beckoned to me.

"Er... yes, amma. I would love that. As your slave, I am always ready to kiss your pasa."

"Go on." Dania commanded. "Kneel behind me. You may kiss each butt cheek."

"Yes, amma. Thank you, amma."

I knelt on the bathroom floor, so that I was now face to face with my maid servant's mother's buttocks. I gently placed my hands on her hips, and then touched my lips to her right butt cheek. I kissed her ass sloppily, before turning to the other butt cheek and repeating my act.

"Lick my asshole, Tarek." Dania commanded. "You should know that whenever I ask you to kiss my pasa, it's not just my butt cheeks. I want you to thoroughly wet my rectum with your tongue."

"Er... yes, amma. I am sorry, amma."

Wordlessly, without any protest, as I had been trained by her daughter, I immediately placed one hand on each of Dania's ass cheeks and then slowly, gently pressed them apart, and buried my face into the crack of her ass. The aroma of her buttocks filled my nostrils as my tongue flicked out, licking around her rectum. Dania let me literally suck ass for a few minutes before she spoke again.

"My ass owns you." She stated. "Say it, Tarek. Say, your ass owns me, amma."

Wow, she was in a mood early in the morning, I realized.

"You ass owns me, amma." I repeated. "I am your slave. I am your family's slave."

"Louder."

"Yes, amma. You ass owns me, amma." I reiterated. "I am your slave. I am your family's slave."

"Good. Now sniff my ass. You have smelled so many of my daughter's panties over the years and the smell of her ass should be second nature to you. So now I want you to smell her mother's ass."

"Yes, amma."

Finally, she was done. I then helped her get dressed. Dania bent over and I helped her slip into her panties. I then assisted her to get into her petticoat and brought it up to her waist, where I helped her tie the noose. Finally, the sari went back up, around her, leaving her ample waist and navel completely exposed. Dania, my maid's mother, was now dressed, and I was ready to accompany her to the kitchen so that the women could have breakfast.

"Amma," I asked her, as I helped her get fully dressed. "May I kiss you?"

Dania looked at me, perhaps with a little surprised, and raised her eyebrows a little. Then she shrugged and said, "Yes, why not?"

She was probably expecting a peck or two on her cheeks. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her slightly, and before she could react, pressed my lips onto hers. I then kissed her on her lips, and pressed her body close to mine. I could feel her react, and then loosen up, as she returned the kiss.

I didn't press my tongue onto hers. Not this time. I kept it nice and slow, and then withdrew.

"Hmmm." Dania took a deep breath. "I wasn't expecting that, but... Tarek... you are a good kisser."

"Er... thank you, amma."

"Remember, Tarek." Dania told me. "You will be doing this every day. I expect you to please me at any hour of day... or night."

"Er... yes, of course, amma."

Breakfast was an uneventful affair. I remained standing to the side, the ever-obedient servant, as my maid, her sister, and her mother tucked in. Occasionally I had to move when I was ordered to fetch water, or serve the tea, but on the whole, I was ignored. The women talked about how hot the summer day was going to be, if there was going to be a power cut (quite common in the villages) and when Rakhi the doodhwali (milk lady) was going to come with the eggs. After some time, when they had finished the tea, Rashida turned to me. Making some space on the table, she beckoned at me.

"Come here, baba."

"Yes, bua."

Obediently I walked up to her side.

"Bend over the table please, baba." Rashida told me, as she stood up. Her sister and mother also stood up.

"Yes, bua."

I bent over, face down, on the table, bending at my waist and placing my upper body on the cold tabletop. Rashida was standing behind me, and with a tug, she pulled down my pajamas, exposing me again to her family. My pajamas fell to the floor.

"Wow, baji!" Tamanna exclaimed! "His butt is nice and red!"

"Result of the beating from last night." Rashida declared. "Why don't you touch and see? His welts are quite pronounced!"

I could feel multiple hands grope me and examine my buttocks. Occasionally there was a pinch, and I yelped, but no one seemed to take umbrage. Rashida talked about how she had punished me last night and other nights, in excruciating detail. I went red, this time from shame. It was humiliating, lying bent over, exposed and butt naked, as your maid servant recounted with glee to her own mother and sister on how she had spanked, caned and slapped her employer's son throughout his last five years. And to think, my family was paying her!

"He is a good little slave, and I know this is a little humiliating for him," Rashida was saying, "but occasionally baba needs a reminder, don't you, baba?"

"Er, yes, bua. I am very sorry for what I did, and I completely deserved my punishment, bua."

"Good! Now, Tarek, stand up and turn around!"

"Yes, my sweet bua."

I had to now stand in front of the three ladies, fully exposed. Rashida forced me to spread my legs, and she grabbed hold of my balls. Tweezing and rolling each testicle of mine in her hand, she then turned to her sister.

"He has a small dick, true, but these balls can cum a lot. We'll have a lot of fun with him during this month."

"Yes, baji!"

"Now, baba!" Rashida turned her attention back to me, while still holding on to my balls. "I have some instructions for you."

"Yes, bua?"

"Every day in the morning, Tamanna is going to examine your balls."

"My balls?"

"Yes. I want you to shave your balls. There should be no pubic hair on them."

"Er... completely hairless, bua?"

"Yes. Your balls must be well shaved each morning, and also, well oiled."

"Oiled? Er... yes, bua."

"Why must you repeat everything?" Rashida clicked her tongue with annoyance, and let go of my balls. "Baba, raise your arms and hold your ears."

"Er... yes, my dear beautiful bua." I meekly complied. This was a standard Indian punishment I had been subject to many times over my life. I raised my hands to my ears and grabbed hold of them, pinching them between my thumb and forefinger.

"Good." Rashida glanced at me. "Start doing your situps, holding your ears. You know what to do. Squat down, and then stand back up. I want you to do ten situps. And you will loudly count each one."

"Yes, my beloved bua."

Still holding my ears, I squatted down on my haunches, stayed there for a moment, and then stood back up.

"One."

I repeated this ten times. Once I had reached ten, Rashida came back to stand next to me, and once again took my balls in her palm.

"You will find the oil in the washroom. Every morning, as I was saying, after you shave your pubic hair, I want you to oil your balls."

"Yes, bua."

"And then Tamanna will examine your butt, baba."

"Yes, bua."

"She will see if your butt has any marks from the previous day's punishments." Rashida told me. "You should really be well trained now, and I don't intend to punish you every day."

"Of course not, my darling bua."

"So... every morning, my sister will report to me. Are your balls well shaved? Are they oiled? And is your butt free from any marks of spanking from the previous night?"

"Yes, bua."

"For every yes, we will slap you one slap."

"Yes, my lovely bua."

"For every no, we will slap you FOUR slaps."

"Er... um... yes, my dear bua."

"So today, this morning, your balls aren't shaved, aren't oiled, and your butt has red marks from last night's spanking."

"Yes, my beloved bua."

"So how many slaps do you get, baba?"

I quickly did the easy math.

"Er, twelve slaps, my lovely bua."

"Good!" Rashida raised a hand and patted my cheek. "We will all take turns, baba."

"Yes, bua."

"Do you love me, baba?" Rashida had a grin on her face as she asked me that question again.

"Er... of course, bua. I love you."

"And you will do anything I ask you to, baba?"

"Yes, bua."

"Good!"

SLAP!

There, in front of her sister and mother, and just after I professed my love and devotion to her, my maid servant raised her right hand and slapped me hard.

"One! Thank you, bua, for the slap. Please slap me again."

"Do you love me, baba?"

"Yes, bua, you are my heart's desire."

SLAP!

"Two! Thank you, bua, for the slap. I will keep pubic hair shaved and my balls oiled tomorrow. Please slap me again."

I could hear Tamanna giggling, and Dania chuckling.

SLAP!

"Three! Thank you, bua! You are the most beautiful woman in the world, bua. I love you bua and want to marry you. I will keep my balls well-oiled tomorrow. Please slap me again."

"This is the final one from me." Rashida told me. "It will be hard."

"Yes, bua, I-"

"No backchat from you, young man!"

SLAP!

Rashida was right; it was a harsh slap and left a stinging pain in my cheeks.

"Four! Thank you, bua, for the slap."

Rashida stepped back, and this time Tamanna slapped me.

SLAP!

"Five! Thank you, Tamanna apu. I will remain forever the slave of your family. Please slap me again."

"Don't take my name, jeeju." Tamanna told me. "Just 'apu' will do."

"Yes, apu. I am sorry, apu."

"I will slap that slap again, jeeju."

"Yes, apu."

SLAP!

"Five! Thank you, apu. I am the slave of your family. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Six! Thank you, apu, for the slap. I am your slave and your family's slave. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Seven! Thank you, apu, for the slap. Please do me the honour and slap me again."

Tamanna giggled as she raised her hand again.

SLAP!

"Eight! Thank you, apu, for the slap."

Following her, it was their mother Dania's turn. The old lady surprised me with the vigor with which she slapped me.

SLAP!

"Nine! Thank you, amma, for the slap. I remain at your service. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Ten! Thank you, amma, for the slap. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Eleven! Thank you, amma, for the slap. Tomorrow, you will find your slave with his pubes shaved, balls oiled and hopefully not spanked. Please slap me again."

SLAP!

"Twelve! Thank you, amma, for the slaps."

Rashida then issued her final instructions.

"Baba, I am going out with amma and Tamanna to meet some of the other ladies." She ordered. "You will finish your breakfast, and then I have a list of chores for you to do around the house."

"Yes, bua."

"And oh," Tamanna told me, as the ladies started to leave the kitchen, "you have my permission to poop, jeeju."

"Er... thank you, apu!"

* * *

My routine every day became more or less fixed. Every morning, I would get up and help the beautiful Tamanna in the kitchen, after having to humiliate myself by seeking her permission to use the washroom. Sometimes Tamanna would further embarrass me, by slapping me, or spitting on me, and other times she wouldn't. I would then go and help Dania in the washroom. Almost every day, Dania would have me service her orally.

"Amma, may I kiss you?" I would dutifully ask her permission every day, after I had made her cum.

We would kiss. Our kissing became longer and longer every day, and more passionate. I was now French kissing my chubby maid servant's old mother every day and exchanging saliva with her, with the same lips that moments ago had licked her rectum, and before that her cunt.

Breakfast, like all meals in the house, was me serving the three ladies like their personal butler and servant. I would stand humbly to the side as they sat at the table and ate, and I attended to all of their demands, orders, and instructions. Afterwards, when they were done, I would take my breakfast in a plate, sit on the floor in one corner of the kitchen, and upon getting my mistress Rashida's permission, begin to eat. Always on the floor, never on the table.

Sometimes my beloved Rashida would even give me her leftovers. I would gladly eat the half-eaten roti that my mistress had eaten, the same fruit piece that she had chewed and then spit out, and to Tamanna's amusement, the water that Rashida had swirled in her mouth and spat back in the glass for me to drink.

After breakfast, every day, my young saali saheba, as Tamanna called herself, would dutifully strip me butt naked and examine my genitals, taking her own sweet time.

"Let's see this delightful nunu of yours, jeej." She would whisper to me gleefully, as she would put her hands inside my pants first.

Tamanna would tease me, stroking me until I was hard, before ordering me to drop my pants. Once I was naked and on display, the ladies would laugh at how hard I was.

"He is always hard." Rashida commented once. "But I have taught him self-control so he is not masturbating all the time, which he was doing before I first made him my slave."

Quite often Tamanna would spank my butt, just for fun, as she examined me to see if I had any red marks from the previous day. Then the ladies would take turns in slapping me - and I was slapped hard. After that, I would use the washroom to poop (after getting permission from Tamanna!), and then get started on my daily chores. I was at the beck and call of these ladies, attending to them as like a good little slave boy.

"Deep down, you need some discipline in your life from a lady, Tarek." Dania told me. "And you need to be held accountable. You are so lucky to have found my daughter Rashida."

"Yes, amma."

My chores after breakfast started with me helping Rashida clear and clean the kitchen, and then helping Tamanna make the beds and dust the house and mop the floors. After that I would go with her and Rashida out to the yard. The family had a cow that needed to be milked daily, and its shed cleaned. I soon became an expert in milking the cow after Tamanna showed me how. While it was disgusting to clean the manure and wash the shed, it was something Tamanna used to do every day, and now she was glad I was there to help. I learned very quickly how to wash the shed, clean the cow, and also milk her. This was part of village life in India, and now I knew a little bit more about it.

The village doodhwali, Rakhi, a 40-year-old spunky lady, who also ironically had huge boobs, came sharply at 11 to get the milk (she would buy it from us and many other villagers, and then sell it on her own at the central market). She also brought eggs. So, it became my job to make sure the milk was ready by 11 for her to pick up. After that, I would go take a bath.

Only once did I fail to have the milk ready in the steel bucket when the doodhwali had arrived. Rashida made me stand in front of the village milk lady, and then firmly caught hold of my ear.

"Baba." Rashida said, as she twisted my ear, while Rakhi watched the scene with a grin. "Apologize to Rakhi didi. Now."

"Er... yes, my lovely bua." I turned to Rakhi, squirming as Rashida kept a painful grip on my earlobe. "I am so sorry, Rakhi didi, for wasting your time. It won't happen again."

Rashida let go of my ear and then turned to Rakhi.

"Punish Tarek, Rakhi didi." She told the milk lady. "So, baba knows not to do it again."

"Yes, baji."

The buxom milk lady showed no remorse as she raised her hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

As Rashida stood there watching with a smile on her face, the village milk lady slapped me again and again in front of my maid. And not just the maid... a couple of village ladies walking in the street beside the house also witnessed my punishment. I heard them snicker and giggle as Rakhi slapped me a total of ten times.

I made sure never to miss that deadline again.

After 11.30, I was given a bit of a break until lunch time, when I would go back to the kitchen and help Rashida prepare lunch. Of course, in between I was always on call, if at any time any of the ladies needed any help or service. Dania would sometimes order me to make her a cup of tea or press her feet while she enjoyed the said cup of tea. Other times Rashida, while watching TV, would call me to come and lie at her feet.

"You are a dog." Rashida would tell me. "Lie at my feet like an obedient dog. And lick my feet."

"Yes, my dear bua."

After lunch I had a bit of a break, and I would go out to explore the village, with Rashida's permission, of course. The village was a typical Indian village, with beautiful greenery, ravines, ponds and farmland - with one caveat. Almost everyone I met was a woman, and there were hardly any guys. As Rashida had told me, even the sarpaanch was a lady. As I had been instructed to, I greeted everyone I met politely, nodding and smiling, and keeping my gaze down when talking to any woman. Perhaps it was my imagination, but every lady I spoke to had a smile and a grin on their face when they saw me - it was as if they knew who I was and what I was - a slave to Rashida.

I also visited the cybercafe every day. I needed to check my email, and I did that daily. I was expecting an important email, but it hadn't come yet.

Who knew that this email was to change my life. And Rashida's.

* * *

"Where are we going, my dear bua?" I asked Rashida.

It was around an hour after sunset. In another hour it would be dinner time at our place, and I would help Tamanna and Rashida in the kitchen. But now we, Rashida and I, were walking down a small alleyway in the village away from their residence. We had walked for about ten minutes, and it was dark, with trees all around us. We had been in the village for about a week and a few days by then.

"Shh, baba." Rashida quickly reached out and twisted my ear painfully, motioned for me to be quiet, and then let go of my ear. "We are almost there."

We now reached a hut, and my maid knocked on the main door softly. It promptly opened.

"Why, it's Farida apu!" This was Rashida's friend, another maid servant who was employed in my neighbor's house back in Kolkata. To my utter surprise, she was now here in Rashida's village and had just opened the door to this hut!

"Come in, baba. Come in, Rashida." Farida smiled and waved for us to come in. Rashida stepped in, and I followed her into the hut. It was a small hut, a typical village residence, split into four quarters. A main living room where the entrance led, which also had a bed, a kitchen, another room with a bed, and a toilet.

"My sister is in the kitchen." Farida commented, as we walked into the main living room. "She is trying to pump some milk out of her breasts."

... trying to pump some milk out of her breasts...

Suddenly the last conversation I had overheard between Rashida and Farida came flooding back into my mind. Farida's sister had just given birth to a baby, and she had a condition which meant her breasts were over producing milk... too much for the baby. Her husband took her to a hospital to regularly pump out the excess milk, but it cost them, and they were poor people.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I peered into the kitchen.

A young lady was there, and she was bent over at the sink, but now straightening up as she had heard us come in. From the light of the window, I caught sight of one open breast jiggling out of her tight blouse. As was typical of new mothers, her breast was large, supple, well-shaped, and the nipple was highly protruded. As she tucked her mammary glands back into her blouse, I could see that they were still swollen, and dripping milk which made her blouse get some wet spots.

"Come here, Nasima." Farida called her sister out. "This is Rashida, my friend that I was telling you about. And this is her slave boy, Tarek."

Nasima was a young village woman, perhaps 23 or 25 in age, dressed in a simple village sari. She was skinny, but had a big bust, and wide hips - typical of a young mother. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, and her blouse had now two prominent spots where her milk was leaking. She came and stood beside her sister Farida and then looked up and down at me.

"Is he really your slave, baji?" Nasima finally asked Rashida. She had a soft voice.

"Yes, Nasima." Rashida answered. "He will do anything I ask him to do."

As if to prove her point, Rashida snapped her fingers and pointed at her feet. Immediately, as I was wont to do, I bent over, knelt down on the floor, and started to kiss her feet, and lick her toes. Rashida bent down and patted my buttocks.

"OK, baba. Get up."

My maid now turned to me.

"This is Nasima, sister of Farida. As you can see, she is producing too much milk from her breasts. She is a new mother, and her baby cannot drink all this milk."

"Yes, bua." I nodded. "How can I help?"

"We want you to come here every day and suck the excess milk from her breasts. In essence, Nasima will be breastfeeding you, and you will be drinking her milk." Rashida told me. "As you are aware, this has to be done quietly, away from prying eyes. Even in this village where many things are accepted, this will not be. You will come here quietly, every day, after sunset. This house belongs to Shabina's aunt, who is not here now. Yes... Shabina the vegetable lady in Kolkata. Shabina has allowed Farida, Nasima, and her baby to stay here for a few weeks. So, you will help out Nasima."

"Er... yes, bua."

Rashida looked at me, and then back at Nasima, and then started to laugh.

"OK, ladies, how shall we do this?"

* * *

Before I conclude this chapter... the first of the two that will end the story of my slavery to my maid servant, I have to talk about this incident.

One night - it was my fifteenth or sixteenth night in the village - I was in the room that I shared with Rashida. It was night-time, after dinner, and I was reading a comic book. Suddenly the curtain that was at the entrance to the room parted, and Tamanna walked in. Immediately out of respect I stood up.

The lovely Tamanna seemed to have just taken a shower, and her hair was still wet and clung to her face. She looked so beautiful and had a dreamlike quality to her smile. She wore a chiffon sari, and it clung to her body seductively, with the pallu going from her waist up to her chest and over her shoulder. I felt myself going hard just looking at her.

"What are you doing, jeeju?" She asked, suddenly in a sharp tone.

I suddenly realized I had been staring at her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and Tamanna had caught me looking.

"Er... I am reading a comic book, apu."

Tamanna glanced at my bulge and gave me another firm look.

"You are hard, jeeju." She commented in an accusatory tone. "Were you masturbating without my sister's permission?"

"No! No, apu, of course not!"

"Good!" Tamanna walked over and sat down on the bed. I remained standing, not daring to sit down unless she gave me permission to.

"Did you get hard by just looking at me, jeeju?" She asked, with a slight smile.

"Er... apu." I didn't know what to say, so I decided to be honest. "You are a very beautiful young lady. Any man would get aroused by looking at you."

"Me... or my breasts?" Tammana had not missed the fact that I had been staring at her chest.

"Er... apu." Once again, I mumbled. "Please forgive me."

For some time, Tamanna didn't speak.

"Are you wearing underwear, jeeju?" Tamanna finally questioned me after a couple of minutes of silence. "You are wearing a T-shirt and pajamas. Is there an underwear underneath?"

"No, apu." I answered honestly. "I am not wearing any underwear."

"Can you tell me again... why, jeeju?"

"Er... so that your sister can just pull down my pajamas and spank me easily whenever she wants to, apu." I blushed deep red as I answered. "And also, any of you - her family members. I am your family's slave, apu."

Tamanna laughed and snapped her fingers. Like a well-trained slave, I walked over until I was standing just in front of her. I ignored the fact that this girl - at the age of twenty - was much younger than me, and my maid servant's young sister. At that moment, she was the sister of my mistress, and as such, I was her slave.

Tamanna reached for the drawstring of my pajamas. Once she had undone my drawstring, Tamanna pulled down my zipper and then grabbed the sides of my pajamas and gave a sharp jerk. Ignoring the small bump that was my rising erection, she continued to lower my pajamas, which then fell in a heap at my ankles.

"You have a very nice, interesting, nunu." Tamanna commented, holding my dick with her hand. "It gets hard so quickly! And it's... so... um... vibrant! And your balls... they are so... big!"

Tamanna wrapped two fingers around my right testicle and shook it slightly, before repeating the action with my left. At that moment, suddenly I had an epiphany.

Tamanna is a virgin, I realized. She had never seen a penis before. This is why Rashida allowed her... or rather... enabled the situation so that every morning... she would get a chance to see me naked and play with my penis. And my balls. It was Rashida's way of ensuring her sister got to enjoy herself with me... while still making sure nothing untoward happened. Like me actually having sex with her.

"Apu." I suddenly commented. "Why are you here? Is it to play with my nunu?"

Tamanna, who had been stroking me, looked up, and then smiled.

"No, jeeju." She let go of my penis and stood up. Reaching up, she caught hold of my left ear and gave it a twist. "Actually, jeej, my mother and sister want to speak with you."

Then, still holding my ear, Tamanna nodded towards the living room.

"Let's go, jeeju." She commanded, giving my ear a twist. "Leave your pajamas on the floor."

I was led by the ear, butt naked, by Tamanna into the living room.

* * *

Rashida was seated on one of the sofas, and Dania opposite her, both of them reading the newspaper. Rashida looked up as we entered the room, Tamanna holding me by the ear, and I wearing only a T-shirt.

"Here he is, baji." She said, letting go of my ear. "OK, ammu, baji. I am going to sleep. Good night."

"Good night, Tamanna."

"Good night, dear."

Tamanna then turned towards me.

"Good night, my dear naked jeeju." She said, stifling a grin at my semi naked state and my turgid cock. "I hope you don't get spanked too much tonight!"

"Er... thank you, and good night, apu."

After she left, Rashida snapped her fingers.

"Tarek! Bow down to me, your mistress, and lick my feet!"

"Yes, my lovely bua, my beautiful bua, you are my mistress, and I am your slave, worthy enough only to lick your feet."

With as much dignity and poise as I could, given that I was stark naked from the waist down and sporting a rock-hard penis, I cravenly rushed to obey her command. I immediately prostrated myself on the floor and started to lap at her feet. I ran my tongue along each of her toes and sucked on each one of them. I then licked her ankles until her feet were dripping wet. I loved being in this position - in complete submission to my lovely mistress.

"Stop!" She ordered. "Now, lie down! Face down on the floor! Put your face under my feet."

As commanded, I laid down on the floor on my belly, face down. Rashida then placed her feet on the back of my head, kneading her heels into my cheeks. So here was I, the rich son of a rich family, and my head was being used as a footrest by our lowly maid!

I lay there for a good fifteen minutes as Rashida continued to rub her feet against my head. Then she resumed talking to me.

"Baba, take off your shirt, so you are completely naked."

"Yes, bua."

I did as she ordered. I was now totally unclothed, in front of my busty maid and her mother.

"Baba, go to my mother. She has some questions for you."

"Yes, bua."

I went and stood in front of Dania. She cast a glance at my penis and then up at my face.

"Tarek." She asked. "I know in your house Rashida just cannot come and spank you whenever you need to be punished, because she has duties as a maid. But you need regular spankings... so how does she do it?"

"Amma." I answered. "Everyone in our house is in bed by 9 pm. I report to bua's room, two nights a week. Monday and Thursday. I knock on her door sharply at 1030 pm and ask for her permission to enter."

"And then?"

"After I enter her room," I continued. "I undress completely, so I am fully naked. Then I go and stand in the corner, facing the wall."

"For how long?"

"However long bua decides." I replied. "And then she punishes me. After that, I take my clothes, and with her permission, go back to my room."

"Hmm." Dania seemed to consider my answer, and then caught hold of my dick.

"You want to marry my daughter and make her your wife." She said, while stroking my dick. "Is that correct?"

"Er... yes, amma. I love her. With all my heart."

"Yet, you currently serve her as her slave."

"Yes, amma. I will always serve bua. She is my mistress, and I will ALWAYS be her slave, amma."

Dania stopped stroking my cock and cupped my balls.

"Tell me, Tarek. Here you are, naked, humiliated, already in servitude to my daughter and her family." She said, looking at my firmly, while giving my penis a tug. "So... why will you make a good husband for my daughter? What makes you... with this little nunu... a man enough for my daughter?"

"Amma." I looked back at her eyes and held her gaze. "No man will EVER love your daughter more than me. No man will EVER care for your daughter more than me. Not only will I make her happy after marriage... amma, I give her happiness now. And by serving as her slave... it makes me happy. We make each other happy. I love my bua as a slave. And I will love bua as a husband after marriage. If she wants to humiliate me... I am happy to be humiliated by her. I will also always serve you, amma, as a slave... but as her slave. If she orders me to get naked, I will, amma. I have no dignity or false pride in front of her, amma. As her husband, if she wants me to bend down and kiss her feet in public, I will, amma. She will be my wife, and she will be my mistress. I will be her husband, and I will be her slave."

I took a little pause and then continued.

"As for my nunu, amma." I gave a little smile and tried to sum up a little dignity, which was difficult given that I was fully naked, and my penis and balls was in the hands of my maid servant's mother. "Your daughter, my dear bua, she knows that it's fully functional. And it can give her pleasure if she wants."

* * *

"Come here, Tarek." Rashida ordered. "Lie down next to me."

"Yes, bua."

We were back in our room, Rashida and me. She was already in the bed. As I started to walk towards the bed, Rashida raised her hand. My maid had a look of displeasure on her face.

"Do I have to tell you every day, Tarek?" She scolded me. "You are my slave. You need to get fully naked, first. You had put on your T-shirt, now take it off."

"I am so sorry, my lovely and beautiful bua."

Five minutes later, I lay next to Rashida in bed. I was stark naked, and Rashida was dressed in her blouse and petticoat, with her ample waist, big belly, and navel completely exposed. My chubby buxom maid servant turned around in bed, so she was facing me, and through the brilliant moonlight shining through the window I saw her smile.

"Tarek." She said softly. Her hand reached out suddenly and touched my penis. "You are hard."

"Er... yes, bua." I mumbled, immediately on alert. Was she going to give me a release? Finally! Ever since I had come to the village, I had not been allowed to masturbate! For more than two weeks!

"You are a good slave." Rashida muttered, as she started to softly stroke me. "I liked how you answered my mother's questions. Especially about your little but functional nunu."

"Thank you, my beautiful bua."

For some time, neither of us spoke. Rashida continued to gently rub my penis, and I was getting harder and harder.

"Bua." I interjected. "May I ask a question? I hope you won't mind."

It was something that had been on my mind for some time. I wanted to ask it, before she rubbed me to a point of no return.

"Yes, Tarek?" Rashida looked at me, even as she held my manhood in her hand.

"My dear bua." I tried to choose my words carefully. "You are very lucky that your mother and your sister share your kink. That all of you have the same fetish... AND you can be open to each other about it."

Rashida raised an eyebrow, and then she gently flicked one of my balls. I felt so vulnerable, lying there, naked, as she played with my balls, kneading them as if they were dough.

"I am lucky, yes." She commented, as she once again flicked at one of my balls. "So, what's your question, Tarek?"

"How... did you all... come to this, bua?" I asked. "I mean, how did you even first broach the topic with your mother... and then your sister? I mean... I have this kink... I like being your slave... but I could never imagine talking to my siblings... or my parents... about this."

Again, for some time, no one spoke. I wondered if I had crossed some line and shouldn't have asked the question. I also wondered if I was going to get a release that night. It wasn't looking likely, and yet... I could sense... that Rashida wasn't angry. She was just... thinking.

"Baba." She finally replied and also resumed stroking my cock. "I told you that my father was an abusive man."

"Yes, bua."

"My father is a big reason I grew up hating ALL men! My father would slap my mother on the slightest pretext. My mother's cries still haunt me as I remember him hitting her and beating her mercilessly at times." Rashida recounted. "And you know how I became a lady who loved to beat and punish men."

"Yes, bua, you had told me about that first employer of yours... the one who tried to rape you... and then who had become your first submissive."

"Yes. After my father died, and Tamanna was just under 6 months old, I had to come to the big city to work as a maid, as a young lady." Rashida continued. "You know how I came to your family's service soon after. This was when my mother decided to sell our house and move to this village. It would settle my dead father's debts and get us a smaller house we could maintain with my salary."

"I see."

"But, do you know why this village?" Rashida cupped my balls and asked. "Why we moved to this village?"

I looked at my maid. She had a twinkle in her eye.

"One of my closest friends at that time... Shabina... the vegetable lady you know... she and I share everything." Rashida continued. "She knew about my kink, and she was into it as well. She told me to move my mother into this village. She is from here, you know."

It all started to click. This was how Rashida and Shabina knew each other! I had always thought they met in Kolkata, but now I knew they had known each other from way before.

"This is why Shabina apu has an aunt in the village as well... where Nasima and Farida apu are now staying?" I asked.

"Yes." Rashida nodded." And it was Shabina who told me a bit about the... the... uniqueness... of this village."

"Er... bua." I had to ask. "What is the uniqueness of this village? Other than the fact that it is almost all women who live here?"

Rashida gave my penis a gentle tug. I was now rock hard.

"I will tell you later, baba." Rashida answered. It was now clear that she wasn't going to discuss any more on this topic, and how she, her mother, AND her sister, all had the same fetish - I had to accept this. I looked at my maid servant.

She was a dream - a wet dream cum true, pardon the pun. Gentle chubby cheeks that I loved to kiss. Her hair falling sexily across her shoulder. Her big, big, breasts... her whole bosom heaving as she breathed. Her belly, and her navel, enticing me. Her waist, and her love handles. And her gorgeous big buttocks that I loved to kiss and sniff.

"What are you looking at?" My maid servant -- the love of my life -- had caught me looking and asked me with a smile, even as she once again flicked at my balls.

"You, my dear lovely sexy beautiful bua." I could not help but gush. "You look so pretty, bua. So beautiful. I am sure if you compare yourself to any of the ladies in this village, you would be the most beautiful one. Actually... in this whole country. I cannot think of a single Indian lady more beautiful, more attractive, sexier, than you."

Rashida smiled again.

"You are such an idiot, baba." She remarked. "Imagine calling me sexy! You are just infatuated with me, and that's your little nunu talking. I am an old, fat, lower class servant lady with a big bum. I am not even the most beautiful woman in this house. I am an ugly old woman."

"No, bua, you are not. Yes, I do love you, but really you are so pretty. So beautiful. So... sexy."

Rashida leaned in and kissed me fully and plush on my lips.

SMOOCH!

"So, tell me, baba." She gave me another beautiful smile. "When we are living on our own in Delhi, do you really want to marry me? Make me your wife?"

My cock gave an immediate, involuntary, twitch.

"Relax!" Rashida laughed. "You are not going to cum, are you, baba?"

"Er, no, my dear bua." I croaked. "You know... I... have control... I will... try."

"Good, good." Rashida gently brushed against the tip of my penis with her forefinger. "Tamanna has been teasing you for the last two weeks, I have been teasing you, my mom has been teasing you... and I know you haven't masturbated."

"No, my dear bua. Not without your permission. And... sucking Nasima's boobs... it also makes me hard, you know!"

"I know!" Rashida laughed. "Farida was telling me how you were trying so hard not to cum, while still nibbling and sucking at Nasima's tits today."

"I was very close to cumming today." I confessed. "And I think even Nasima... she was heaving and panting and rubbing herself while I was sucking her breasts. Actually... that got me pretty close."

"And I was pretty close to giving you a spanking today." Rashida laughed again. "You were not cleaning the dishes properly. But I was busy, baba, so you were lucky. And now you have almost redeemed yourself."

Almost. Was I going to get a spanking now? Or a release?

"Now, baba." Rashida's tone became a little serious. "Are you serious? Will you marry me in Delhi?"

"Er... yes, bua, why not." I chose my words very carefully. "That is, if you want me to. I love you, bua, and I want to submit to you. It will make me very happy to make you my wife and submit to you."

"You can submit to me without making me your wife." Rashida told me, as she continued to rub my phallus. "But, perhaps, it will be more erotic if I am your wife. But our marriage must be secret."

"Er... sure, whatever you say, my dear bua. But tell me... why must it be a secret, my sexy bua?"

"You are a young man." Rashida stopped rubbing me and cupped my cheek instead. "I love you too, Tarek, and I want the best for you. Someday you will meet a young girl from a good family, and you will marry her, and she will bear kids with you. All this... what we are doing... will just be a game. A kink. I don't want this to ruin your future, my dear."

All what we are doing is just a kink. If only she knew how correct she would prove to be!

"I really love you, bua." I insisted. "I want you to be my wife."

Oh, please rub me, and let me cum!

"I love you too, baba." Rashida told me. "You take your punishments well, and you know how to eat pussy. When you become my husband, you must not have any false ego. All hours of the day and night, baba, I expect you to serve me."

"It is... and will be... my pleasure to serve you, bua." I replied. "I love eating your pussy, bua. I am so lucky to have found you, my dear bua. Please make me luckier by being my wife! I find you so sexy!"

Rashida laughed.

"Sometimes I think how lucky I am also." Rashida continued. She seemed to be in a reflective mood. "I always want my pussy licked, and you like to lick it."

Maybe she will ask me to lick her pussy now?

"Baba." Rashida smiled. "Since you want to marry me, and you keep calling me sexy, let us talk about sex. If we are going to be a married couple, we MUST talk about it. But first, let us wait until you are not hard."

"Oh, bua." I groaned. "That might take a while."

"Not really." Rashida laughed again. "I know a quick way."

SLAP!

Have you ever been slapped on one cheek while you are resting sideways with your head on a pillow? Let me tell you, it hurts.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Ok, baba." Rashida grinned. "Or should I say, dear hubby. How often would you need sex as my husband?"

"Er... bua." I didn't know what to say. "Maybe... um... once or twice a week?"

Rashida laughed again and then placed her hand on my cheek and stroked it.

"You are a horny young man, Tarek!" She rebuked me, while patting my cheeks where she had just slapped me moments ago. "As newlyweds, I am sure we will be having sex every day!"

"Yes, bua." Despite my stinging cheeks, I couldn't help but grin. "Thank you, bua."

"You are an idiot." Rashida smiled, and then once again touched my dick. "You are hard again. My goodness, my slaps are not working."

"It's ok, bua." I said quickly. I didn't want to be slapped again. "I will control."

"Good." Rashida nodded. "Now let's talk about what defines good sex. I know you are not a virgin, but your only experience is with Rubina, so I must inform you. The first step to good sex, is of course, talking. Sensual talking. Sexual intimacy is nurtured by emotional intimacy which is achieved through having conversations. Like what we are doing now. You must learn to connect with your partner through communication."

"Yes, bua." I acknowledged. "Although, I think, we are both way past that, don't you think."

"Maybe, Tarek." Rashida laughed. "The next part is kissing. You have to be a good kisser and learn how to give pleasure of the lips."

"Bua." I suddenly decided to take the initiative. "Can I kiss you? On the lips? A long kiss?"

Rashida looked at me, surprised, but she wasn't angry, I noted.

"You will not cum?" She insisted.

"No, bua." I promised.

"OK, kiss me."

Without wasting any more time, I encircled my arms around her and pressed my lips onto my maid's fulsome lips.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

"Oh, baba." She moaned, as I pressed my tongue into hers, and sucked softly on her lips. Rashida pressed herself close to me and passionately bit my tongue even as I kissed her again.

"Was that good, bua?" I asked, when we finally broke the kiss.

"Yes, baba." Rashida was panting softly. "But remember. Kiss not just the lips but fingers, shoulders, cheeks, navel and neck too."

"Yes, bua."

Again, not giving her a chance to have second thoughts, I pressed my lips onto the nape of her neck, and then slowly nuzzled that, even as my hands played softly with her breasts over blouse. I then kissed her on the cheeks, and then softly again on her lips.

"What next, bua?"

Even as I asked the question, I could see Rashida was now quivering. Knowing this lady so intimately, I knew she was now wet. Very wet. I could smell her juices starting to leak out of her pussy.

"You... need to have... good cuddling skills." Rashida answered. "I... you... many times lovemaking starts with a cuddle, as... as... as your body heat up to each other as you embrace. Oh... Hug me, baba!"

She didn't need to tell me twice. I grabbed her in a bear hug, my hands resting on her back, almost moving to her ass. We kissed again.

"Baba." Rashida softly moved her hands downwards and stroked my balls. "Are you ok? Can you hold off cumming for a bit? Or do you need to cum right now?"

"Yes, bua, don't worry about me." I kissed her again on the lips. "Keep teaching me."

"Good. The next thing IS your grabbing skills." Rashida had a soft smile on her face. "See how I am touching your balls. Stroking it. You need to grab my butt and squeeze it. And alternate between my butt, and my breasts."

I was a slave. I had to obey my mistress. Pretty soon, I was caressing my maid's big bottom and giving her big boobs a tweak or two.

"Here, let me help." Rashida withdrew herself from my embrace and unbuttoned her blouse. "Now, Tarek, unhook my bra."

"Yes, bua."

"Now roll up my petticoat."

"Yes, bua."

"And pull down my panties."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida was now naked, and in my arms. Was I going to finally have sex with her? I could tell that Rashida was aroused - very aroused. She was leaking like Niagara Falls. My maid seemed to read my thoughts and put a finger onto my lips.

"Tarek, my dear." She said softly. "Some day... some time... soon... I promise you... we will consummate our relationship. I do want to have sex with you. But not today, baba."

I bitterly swallowed my disappointment.

"As you wish, bua. I am your slave, bua. I can wait until you are ready, bua."

We kissed again passionately. Rashida was now quite wet.

"Keep touching me." She instructed, even as she stroked my rock-hard cock. "Rub me all over. The nipples, the forehead, the tummy... my... um... choot. Touching heightens the sensations."

"Yes, bua."

As I caressed her all over, we kissed again passionately. I fingered her clit. She was now very wet... very, VERY, very wet. I inserted a finger again, and this time Rashida couldn't control herself anymore, and gave a small shudder. She groaned, and her body started to rock violently in my arms.

"Oh, baba." She continued to moan. "Oh, Tarek!"

It was a violent orgasm, and Rashida shuddered against my hand for almost two whole minutes, shaking and quivering. I waited patiently until Rashida's orgasm subsided, and she finally composed herself. Usually after I made her cum, Rashida liked to slap me a few times, as if to reassert her control, but some how I knew she was not going to do that today. Rashida looked at me, smiled sweetly, and we kissed again.

SMOOCH!

"Are you ready to cum, Tarek?" She asked me, as we pressed our lips against each other.

"Yes, bua." I nodded. "Please."

"I was going to tell you about licking." Rashida laughed softly. "Licking the clitoris, or the nipples, or even the neck can drive any woman crazy. But you are already an expert in it."

"Thank you, bua."

"Now," Rashida ordered. "Put your nunu in between my legs. You are NOT going to fuck me, NOR are you going to try and cum inside me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, bua."

I did as she instructed and placed my stiff rod against her thighs. Rashida then brought her other thigh over my penis. I started to rub against her legs. Oh, it felt so good!

"We are going to pretend you are fucking me." Rashida told me. "When we finally do it, I want you to do it properly. Penetration is an art, my dear husband!"

"I... I... I guess... bua."

"Don't just jump and pump in." Rashida cautioned. "Insert at the right time when a woman is sufficiently wet and with the right thrust. Harder or softer. So that she loves the feeling of you entering inside her. And finally, rhythm."

I was now humping wildly against her legs. I could cum any time, and she knew it.

"You have to be in sync with your spouse to know when to be fast or slow." Rashida was mumbling, and I was now paying less and less attention to her words. "Love making is like a dance for two..."

"Oh, Rashida." I couldn't control myself anymore, and I even took her name instead of saying 'bua'. "OH RASHIDA!"

There was cum everywhere. On her thighs, on the bed, down her legs, even up on her back. I erupted like a gushing volcano, spewing my seed everywhere. Every part of me tightened in pleasure as I surrendered myself to the intensity of the climax.

"Oh, bua." I finally took a breath as the last vestiges of semen exited my penis.

I didn't know it then, but soon... very soon... I would be ejaculating inside my beloved bua.

And it would change everything.

TO BE CONTINUED...