Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... have earned the right to be in charge of me. I will always be your slave, even as your husband. I benefit by your ... guidance ... and punishment, my dearbua. The way you ... instruct me ... intuitively I know that your inner strength and your inner wisdom is superior to that of any one I know. I will be glad to submit to a dominant female like you. I will make me better, not worse, to have a wife like that."

Rashida continued to hold me powerfully by my ear.

"Baba. For me personally, a relentless degree of strictness is paramount to how I dominate." She stated. "You know this. It is paramount in what I expect from slave, even if he is my husband. In addition to listening to me, you must also learn to listen to all women. I believe in women power and the authority of a female."

This was new to me, but I continued to listen. Rashida laying down conditions for being my wife was a good thing - it meant she was coming around to the idea of marrying me!

"As you know, stern rules and sound spankings are how I make my own dominance a reality." Rashida continued. "As I said, I believe in female authority not because I want a world of weaker men but because I want a world of stronger men who are ultimately guided by the wisdom and strength of an even stronger women, every day. I will be beating you every day. You will be listening to me, every day."

"Bua." Once again, I repeated. "I would follow you, and your orders, to the end of the earth. Any orders you give ... ...

... your wish will be my command."

"And yet,Baba, you still cannot get me a suitcase on time." Rashida spoke slowly as she twirled my ear. Then she repeated, "Listen carefully,baba. All that you are saying now is fine, but when it comes time, you will realize that you are a slave to this society, just like me. You will fuck me, and then discard me. And I will do nothing, because we both know our places in society,baba. Now, let's get up."

"Yes,bua."

Rashida stood up, and still holding on to my ear firmly, she hauled me to my feet by the ear. Her fingers were now slowly caressing that ear.

"Baba. You are now 22 ... or is it 23? 22 ... yes. Ready to live by yourself and be the head of a business in a city! But, here I am once again, year after year, day after day, giving you akaan dola. One would have thought you should be ashamed of getting your ears pulled by your maid servants by now."

"I am sorry,bua."

Rashida let go of my now stinging ear and patted my cheeks.

"Go to your room. That's enough punishment for now, my love. I will see you in the morning."

My love!

She called me ... my love! Progress! Not only did she put out some conditions for marrying me, but she also called me "my love".

"Er ... Yes,bua."

That was last night. Let me come back to this morning, as my maid Rashida sat down on the floor in front of my mother, and I was peering, hiding, watching the whole scene.

As I said, even the maids respected these class structures, divisions, ...