Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... maid."

SLAP!

"You could have avoided this whole embarrassing situation,baba, had you simply paid attention. Rashidaapa wanted the bag a few days ago, and here you are ... late. Again."

"Yes,choto bua."

"Now go to your room!"

Once I was in my room, I called my mother.

"Are you done your packing for the trip to the village?" My mother asked me.

"Almost." I lied. I hadn't even started. "Just a few things."

My mother was silent for a bit before replying.

"I still don't understand why you need to go to a village." She harrumphed. "Whatever market studies youthink you need to do we can always get it done."

I could tell that she was not buying my reasons for visiting an Indian village and staying there for a month.

"Moreover," She continued. "You can still go to the US for your higher studies. We don't need to continue the family business. You know this."

"I want to do this." I insisted. I wasn't having the same argument now that I had with her this morning. "Besides, I will be staying with Rashida, in her house. So, there's nothing to worry about."

"Hmm." As usual, my mother was skeptical. "I will be back soon. You have two days now before you leave. Your father is going to return on the morning of your travel. He said he found an apartment in Delhi."

"That is good." I kept my voice neutral. We spoke for a bit before she hung up.

That night, my mother went to bed early. She had two busy days ahead of her, in addition to all the work she ...

... did today, and she was tired.

And then, after the clock struck ten thirty, Rashida asked me to report to her room.

Again.

* * *

"Your father has booked an apartment for us in Delhi," Rashida told me, as she stripped me naked. "That's what your mother said."

Getting naked in front of Rashida was becoming a frequent habit. Again, I wondered if she was going to keep me full time naked in Delhi. Rashida wanted the shame of my situation to really sink in.

"Yes,bua." My penis sprung up, hard, as I stood in front of my maid, in full nudity. "I am so excited,bua. You and me, all alone in Delhi. I love you,bua. I want to marry you." Rashida laughed.

"You are just infatuated with me,baba, and that's your littlenunu talking. You just want to fuck me." Rashida dismissed my talks of marriage again. "I am an old, fat, lower class servant lady. Some day your match will be made with a suitable young lady from your social standing, and you will marry her."

"Bua, can I say something?"

Rashida looked at me and nodded, giving her consent.

Part of the great thing about being a submissive was that I could just open up to Rashida without fear. Not only was I naked to her when submitting, but naked to her spiritually and emotionally as well. In true sense of the word, I had no secrets from her. Standing naked in front of her, I had a dual feeling. I felt weak from the mixture of fear and shame of how I was going to be punished. At the same time, I felt so alive, almost ...