Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... now, being led through the house by the ear like this, Rashida was in firm command. As I was taller than her, even though she was a big lady, I was a little bent over, which increased my humiliation. By twisting and pinching my ear all the way to the kitchen, she was making the whole walk as painful for me as she liked.

In the kitchen was the younger maid Zarine, chopping some vegetables, and the vegetable lady Shabina, who had come to drop off some merchandise. They both giggled and put a hand over their mouth to stop their laughter as Rashida walked in with me. Both were dressed in sari, and as was the typical style of the lower-class Indian Bengali women, a lot of their navel, midriff, and tummy was exposed for all to see. I could see some beads of sweat around Shabina's navel and neck. It had nothing to do with the hot and muggy summer morning, but the fact that she hauled big baskets of vegetables from house to house all morning.

Rashida led me firmly to the centre of the kitchen and then let go of my very red ear.

"Baba." Rashida instructed. "Stand straight. Hands behind your neck."

"Yes,bua."

"Did he just wake up?" Shabina giggled. "He still has a bit of morning wood!"

"Maybe." Zarine sniggered. "But you know him - he gets a little aroused when we punish him."

"That's probably it." Rashida chuckled. "Though it's hard to say ... such a smallnunu!"

The three ladies were talking about me as if I wasn't even there, and it was common to have a naked, ...

... tall lanky young man standing in the kitchen, hands behind his head, ready to be punished.

"Baba," Rashida instructed. "Kiss our feet. Start with Zarine, and then Shabina, and then me."

"Yes,bua."

There was a chair in one corner of the kitchen; Zarine pulled it towards us and sat down on it, before extending her feet.

I walked to where she was sitting, and humbly went down on my knees. Prostrating so that my head was near the floor, and my bum in the air, I pressed my tongue to her feet and began to kiss her toes.

"Do you like kissing my feet?" Zarine asked me, as I placed small pecks on her big toe of her right foot.

"Um ... yes, my dearchoto bua." I replied, keeping my head down, and kissing the toes of her other feet now. I wasn't lying. Submitting to my maids was now my way of life, and kissing their feet was an important part of this submission.

Once I was done kissing Zarine's feet, she got up, and Shabina took her place. Her sandals were dirty, and her feet were sweaty. As I kissed her ankle and then her toes, Shabina laughed.

"Does the sweat on my foot taste good,Baba?" Shabina taunted me, as I kissed her right foot.

"Um ... yes Shabinaapa." I replied.

"What a perverted little boy you are!" Shabina snickered, and then snapped her fingers.

"Raise your head, Tarek. I know something else that also tastes good."

As I raised my head and looked at our vegetable lady, Shabina held my chin in her hands. She then leaned in very close as her ...