Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... fingers wrapped themselves around my ears. I could feel the warmth of her breath on me.

"Open your mouth, Tarek." She ordered, as she twisted my ears hard.

"Yes, Shabinaapa."

SPIT!

Shabina spit into my open mouth. I gulped and swallowed her sputum, which had landed right smack in the middle of my tongue.

SPIT!

SPIT!

I swallowed her spit again. As both Zarine and Rashida laughed, Shabina raised her hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

She then nudged herself close to me, even as my cheeks started to redden with shame, and asked, "So tell me,baba, how good was that?"

"Uh, yes, very good, Shabinaapa."

Shabina laughed.

"You have no shame -- nolojja! Go back to kissing my feet, you loser!"

Finally, it was Rashida's turn on the chair. She didn't say much as I paid homage to her feet, kissing her ankles and toes and licking the soles. Once I was done, Rashida asked me to stand up.

"Go there, face the wall, hands behind your neck, and remain like that until I call you."

"Yes,bua."

"Unfortunately, I have to go, Rashidaapa." Shabina giggled again, as I made my way to the wall. "Otherwise, I would have enjoyed myself today."

"You loved it last week, didn't you." Rashida smiled.

"Oh yes." Shabina nodded. "Takingbaba to the toilet ... urinating on him ..."

"And accidently farting in his face ..." Zarine added.

Once again, all the three ladies laughed, completely ignoring me.

"Maybe not an accident." Shabina replied wickedly. ...

... "But I really have to go. Oh wow ... what is that!"

I had been standing in the corner, and Shabina just caught sight of my buttocks.

"I can see the blisters on hispasa." Shabina remarked, as she observed me from the back. "Looks like you had to punish him severely last night, Rashdaapa."

"Yes, I did." Rashida commented.

"Too bad I have to go now." Shabina repeated. "I would have really loved to flog thatpasa some more."

"Zarine." Rashida ordered. "See her out. Lock the main door and then come back here."

"Yes,apa."

For the next twenty minutes or so, I stood in that position, against the wall, hands behind my neck. I badly wanted to go pee, but I knew better than to disobey Rashida. The two maids were busy cutting vegetables and preparing for the day, and I was completely ignored as they went about their tasks. Then the maids went out of the kitchen, presumably to clean and mop and do whatever they had to.

Even though it was humiliating, to be in the "dunce" pose, in my own house, I knew that more humiliation awaited me this morning. I wondered what I had done! An empty chair sat silently beside me, awaiting my mistress. Somewhere a clock struck 9. So I had been in this position for close to an hour.

I heard theclip clop of our housemaids as they re-entered the kitchen, their slippers making the noise on the mosaic tiled floor.

"So,baba," Rashida came and leaned on the chair, and looked at me. "I spoke with Farida and Shabina. Looks like you will ...