Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

I am punished thoroughly by the maids before our trip to the village - Tarek

As I start writing my last chapters of this saga - of my love affair with my maid - I would request the readers not to judge me too harshly. After all, I was a young man, full of hormones and testosterone, always horny as hell, and I was submitting - fully naked - to a lady, and she would rub my balls, stroke my cock and give me a spanking on my ass. I would have done anything for that.

I am also writing the story from memory, journaling the events as I remember, so some things may be out of order, or I may jump from event to event. Please keep this in mind; I am not here to write a literary masterpiece, but jot down from memory how the events unfolded. Moreover, in this particular chapter, you will see that I get punished a lot. You might think, why I would ever tolerate that. If you are thinking like that, you do not understand my love for Rashida. My love is my total submission to her, and her domination of me, including the beatings, is our love.

It was now nearing the end of the month of June. My convocation was last week, and it had been a grand affair. Following my graduation, my parents had thrown parties all week. Relatives from across the country and abroad had been here at our place, including my older siblings and their families. Everyone had just left two days ago.

Today was a weekday morning. My father wasn't in town; he was in Delhi looking after the business there, and ...

... hunting for an apartment where I would stay with Rashida from end of August, when I would take over the family business there. He was returning to town in three days. My mother was at home, working on some official documents. Also home were our two maids - the older buxom maid Rashida, and the new, younger, maid girl Zarine.

As for me, I was enjoying my brief time of doing nothing. I knew soon I would have lots of responsibilities. In a three day's time, the day my father would return, I would be traveling with my maid Rashida to her village and stay there for some time - almost a whole month. I would be living with Rashida, her elderly mother, and her younger sister. Knowing Rashida, I would spend the whole month in service to her family and friends in the village.

The excuse I had told my folks was that I wanted to see and understand village life, to better understand how to start marketing the goods that we have, to a lower economic class. And of course, by end August, I was going to move to Delhi, along with Rashida to serve me as my maid, to take over my father's business there. Lot of responsibilities, and hence I was enjoying this little time off.

Today I was to meet my friends and then we were to go for a cinema. I bade my mother goodbye, got dressed and headed out of the house. I had a brand-new mobile phone, state of the art for that time, as a graduation gift. And then it rang.

Almost immediately after stepping out of the house, one of my friends had ...