Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... could start packing.

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It was late afternoon when I returned home. I was carrying a brand-new Samsonite suitcase, purchased from one of the city's exclusive stores that sold imported merchandise. As I entered the house, I saw Zarine come out of the kitchen towards the front door.

"Ah,choto bua." I nodded respectfully. Zarine nodded back with a smile.

There are moments I missed Rubina, our former younger maid that Zarine had replaced, and this was one of them. When Rubina was still in our employment, Rashida had made some rules on how I was to greet the maids when I would come home, if my parents were not in the house.

With Rubina, I was to clasp my hands behind my back, lean in, and give her a respectful kiss on each of her cheeks. Whenever I had kissed her, my lips had always lingered for a bit longer than necessary on her smooth and nubile cheeks.

With Rashida, I was to completely bend down, almost in a prostrating manner, kneel, and kiss her outstretched feet. Her ankles, and each of her toes were to be kissed. After that, I was to stand up and if she wanted, give her a peck on her cheeks as well.

If I ever forgot this little greeting, I was immediately summoned by the maids and slapped hard. This was one instruction though, that I followed to the letter. After all, which red blooded Indian man would refuse to kiss a lady, even if it was a platonic peck on the cheeks? Especially if those plump cheeks belonged to my shapely maid Rashida.

Rubina ...

... always made sure I followed each and every instruction of Rashida, including this one. She was particularly severe on me with slapping, and I was always a little bit scared of her. When Rubina got married and Zarine replaced her, Rashida had to train her as to how I was to serve the maids, including my punishments. Initially Zarine was eager and adept in holding me to the same standards as Rubina, but I have seen recently that she has been letting more and more things slip. It appeared that she wasn't as much into this role as Rubina had been, and she was only doing it because it was expected of her by Rashida.

Such as now. As she saw me, if this was Rubina she would have looked sternly at me. I would have walked to her, my head down, and asked her permission to give her a kiss. Rubina would then allow me to do so. After I would kiss her, Rubina would have found something wrong in the way I did, and given me a couple of tight slaps, before sending me to my room.

Zarine, however, looked at me with a blank stare.

"What do you want,baba?" She asked.

She was pretty, I would give you that. I could see what my mother was concerned about. She was wearing a blouse and a petticoat, and no sari! Her blouse was quite high, and her petticoat quite low, so her whole thin stomach, including her navel, was completely bare and exposed. Zarine was 19 years old, and she was just blooming into a beautiful young woman. She was slim and slender, but her hips were just the right width ...