1. Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16


    Date: 12/27/2023, Categories: BDSM Author: byspankedboy 

    ... my feet are dirty, you idiot." She vented. "Why would I ask you to lick them clean with your tongue if they are not dirty?"

That had been my morning with Rashida, my older chubby maid.

And now here I was, ready to take some glamour shots of my younger vivacious maid, to be given to her boyfriend.

About an hour later, as we had finished Zarine's photoshoot, and we were walking back towards the taxi stand, I reflected on how lucky I was. Here I am, a young man, and I had two beautiful maid servants who indulged my sexual fantasies. Yes, I had a strange fantasy of being dominated, of submitting to them, of being spanked and punished - but how lucky I was to have found such women!

"Choto bua." I turned to Zarine. "Thank you. Thank you for letting me take pictures of you."

Zarine grinned. Then she leaned in and kissed me - straight on the lips. Unable to control myself, I too kissed her back. We kissed for a full minute, before resuming our way towards the waiting taxis.

Unknown to us, and by extreme bad luck, Beena was just returning to the taxi stand herself after her walk. Once again she saw me ... and Zarine ... my maid ... and this time we were kissing. In India's nascent kink community, there was an understanding that what happened in parties, what happened in Dungeons, and behind closed doors, remained there. Secrecy was paramount, especially due to India's regressive morality laws.

Unfortunately for me, Beena was a lady who loved to gossip.

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It was one day after that photoshoot with Zarine. Tomorrow afternoon we were leaving for Rashida's village.

It was now 1 pm, and I was once again home alone with the maids, as my mother had to go out again for work. Moreover, the next-door maid Farida was also visiting Rashida.

"Baba!" Rashida suddenly called out. "Baba! Come here at once!"

"Yes,bua!" I yelled back from my room. "Coming,bua."

Rashida was in the kitchen along with Farida. The two maids were in the kitchen, yapping. I wonder why Rashida had called me.

As I neared the kitchen, I could overhear snippets of their conversation. The two ladies could be quite loud.

"... so ... the doctor said," Farida was saying, "it's some rare condition. She overproduces her milk."

"Will your sister stay with you now?" Rashida asked.

"Not now," Farida replied. "But in two months."

"And yourmemsaab is ok with that?"

"Actually mymemsaab welcomed it. She is now alone, right, withbaba andsahib going to America soon for some time. Thus, she didn't mind having my sister over, with the new baby."

"And now your sister ..." Rashida's voice trailed off. "How bad is it?"

"Bad." Farida replied. "She had to go twice to the doctor. They connected her with one of those machines, you know. But it's expensive. Already her husband took out a loan."

"And you think ..." Once again Rashida's voice lowered, and I couldn't hear what the ladies were saying.

"Don't worry aboutbaba." Rashida suddenly declared ...
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