Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... all of them. I want to be your slave forever, my dearbua. I really messed up not following your orders immediately. Please punish me."

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

"Bua, I love you." I continued. "You know how much I love you, and I love you sincerely, with all of my heart. I have submitted myself to you. I accept whatever punishment you ... and your family ... mete out to me. I have delayed in obeying the person I love and submitted to. Please punish me for this mistake."

Rashida smiled.

"You say you love me, but we all know the reality,baba." She replied. "When you are with me, I sit higher than you, and you are on the floor. But, in front of the world, I will always be the maid, and you the master. I will be on the floor, kneeling, and it will be you who is seated,baba. We are from different worlds. We are from different classes. You cannot fight society,baba. We have the class structure dividing us."

"I DON'T CARE,bua." I insisted. "I will take on the whole world for you. I love you and you will be mine. I want to marry you,bua, as I said."

"I love you and you will be mine. I want to marry you." Rashida repeated my words. She suddenly grasped my ear and twisted it hard. "Baba! You have your future to think about. You cannot fight society. If you are with me, you will ...

... lose your family. Your friends. Your wealth. Your way of life. Think carefully of what you are saying."

"Yes,bua." I squirmed slightly as Rashida continued to hold and twist my ear. "I understand,bua. I don't care! I love you,bua. Please! I want to marry you and make you, my wife."

"Baba. You are thinking with your littlenunu." Rashida said, giving my ear another pull. "You want to marry me!Baba! There is a world of difference between us."

There was only one answer.

"Bua." I replied. "I am ready to come to your world. I love you. I want you to come into mine."

"Baba." Rashida's voice was gentle, even as she firmly twisted my ear again. "Listen carefully. You may think that is true, you may say it, but when it comes time, you will realize that you are a slave to your society, just like me. You will fuck me, and that is it. We both know our places in society,baba, and it is better for society we stay in our places."

"Bua, I love you. I want you to be my wife. It is not just about fucking you,bua." For some time, Rashida did not speak, but continued to painfully pinch and twist my ear.

"Baba." Rashida tugged my ear painfully. "I am a dominant female. I assert my power over you, despite being your maid and servant, becauseI want to be in control. Do you think you can handle that all your life? Your own wife, a lowly formerly house maid, slapping you, spanking you? Every day?"

"YES! Oh, my dearbua!" I answered. "You are born to be in charge, and I believe you ...