Dancing for the Maids (f/m, femdom, inter, Sri Lankan) "You must be joking!" I laughed loudly "Me dance for a bunch of maids? Why the idea's ridiculous!" As indeed it was. After all, I was a successful Western manager, not some local gigolo. Ranjee pouted and looked genuinely upset. "Ranjee no joke Sir. I give party for my friend before wedding. She want dancer like she see in American movie, white boy to dance for friends. You only white man I know Sir. Please help me. You make Ranjee very happy. You want me be happy, no Sir?" Ranjee, my Sri Lankan maid, had drawn closer to me as she spoke, looking up at me with her big dark eyes, at once pleading and enticing. I looked down past her eyes and her full lips to the tops of her lovely brown breasts, clearly visible through the top of her carelessly unbuttoned housecoat and felt my crotch swell. She was irresistible. "Yes Ranjee. I want you to be happy." I said hoarsely Ranjee laughed gaily and clapped her hands, a broad smile on her face. "Please wait. I get clothes." she said excitedly and ran off downstairs to the room she and her mother called home. Ranjee had cleaned and washed for me since I had come to this Middle Eastern country two years before. She and her mother were the resident housemaids of the block of flats where I lived, visiting each in rotation. Her visits were the highlight of my week. She was young, barely twenty, slender but strong limbed with gorgeous brown skin, long lustrous black hair and delicious looking breasts and ass. I fell in love with her instantly, making any excuse to follow her round the flat in the hope of catching a glimpse of her bare flesh, my cock ever hard. I fooled myself I was being discreet but my permanent disarray and shy, nervous behaviour around her, as well as my swollen crotch, had obviously betrayed my interest to her long ago. It was an interest she had used to her advantage, requests for a raise in her wages or a day off always being preceded by her wearing a more revealing housedress, by innumerable excuses to bend over in my field of vision so that I saw a flash of her panties or her breasts, my particular favourites. Then when I was hot and ready she would state her request in a winsome, pleading voice that I found it impossible to resist. She had me wrapped around her little finger and she knew it. Why I was even about to forget my social position and humiliate myself in front of a group of her fellow maids for her sake. But truth be told, the prospect excited me for it catered to my most basic desire, the strong need I secretly felt to be humiliated and dominated by women, especially those considered to be my social inferiors. It was my dearest wish for Ranjee to be more assertive and commanding, to treat me as her servant. If she did that I would truly obey her every command, denying her nothing, but she was always the submissive housemaid, sometimes embarrassingly respectful to me and I was afraid to tell her how I felt, afraid she would consider me a pervert and I would lose her forever. And so I kept silent, finding my satisfaction in pleasing her in whatever way I could, like now. When she returned some minutes later, Ranjee was carrying a small bundle of clothes and a video cassette. "These clothes you wear. This video teach you how dance good. You copy man in video you make ladies very happy, make Ranjee happy." she smiled warmly and handed me the clothes and tape "Please dress now. See if clothes fit." With an embarrassed smile I stepped into my bedroom, closed my door and changed into the clothes she had given me. It was no easy task as they were very tight. The consisted of a diaphanous red blouse through which my chest was clearly visible, a leopardskin thong and skin-tight leopardskin pants that left nothing to the imagination. Looking at myself in the mirror, dressed in my feminine apparel, I was reminded of a cheap streetwalker desperately touting for business. For the first time I began to feel uneasy about my planned performance. My thoughts were interrupted by the unannounced entrance of Ranjee. "Sir look very nice." she smiled "Clothes fit good like real dancer." "But Ranjee," I protested "these are women's clothes. I can't wear these." She looked hurt. "But I got no more good for dancing. These my clothes Sir but look good on you. Make you sexy. All girls like you now Sir." Her compliments and the thought of wearing her clothes, clothes I had dreamt so long of removing brought a red flush of embarrassment to my face. They also brought an erection which was impossible to hide under the tight pants. Ranjee looked down at my crotch and smiled. "I think you like clothes Sir. Now come. We watch video.See how dance." She placed the video in the machine and switched on the TV before sitting on the sofa. Still embarrassed and erect I sat beside her, my discomfort growing as I watched the film play. It was a Filipino film showing an erotic male dancer performing in a nightclub full of excited middle-aged women. A strikingly lithe, handsome young man, he danced lewdly with exagerrated thrusts and grinds of his pelvis as he imitated a sex act before beginning to strip, an act that drove the audience wild. I glanced over at Ranjee. Her eyes were fixed on the TV, her face flushed, her hands restless. She had never looked more radiant. She turned suddenly and smiled up at me and I turned hurriedly away, suddenly finding it harder to breathe. At the crucial moment the camera panned away and the women rushed the stage. The scene then cut to a bedroom where the young man was gratefully receiving payment for services rendered from a woman old enough to be his grandmother. Ranjee got up and knelt down in front of the video player, raising up her cute little ass towards me. "I rewind tape." she explained "You watch dance again then you practice." "But Ranjee," I protested "I can't, I can't strip. Dancing is one thing but that is quite another. I am an important man and I have to think of my reputation. I'm sorry but it's quite impossible!" At once she began to cry. "But Sir promise! And Ranjee promise friends. Now all hate Ranjee like Sir hate Ranjee!" Seeing her sob and knowing I was the reason I was heartbroken. I reached out and placed my hand on her cheek. "Please Ranjee, don't cry. I don't hate you. It's just that this is something I can't do." In distress, she pushed my hand away and buried her head in her hands, sobbing even louder. It was more than I could bear. "All right Ranjee." I said softly. "I'll do it. Please don't cry any more. I want you to be happy!" After a few moments of more crying she brushed away her tears. "Thank you sir." she said rewinding and starting the tape again. She turned on her heels and made to rise but stumbled and fell against me, her hand grazing my cock which hardened at her touch. As I caught her by the arm she looke up at me and smiled sexily. "Thank you Sir." she said in barely a whisper and I knew in that moment that I would never be able to deny her anything ever again. We watched the tape again and then it was my turn to perform in front of my audience of one. And what a performance it was, clumsy and laughable in the extreme as I, a slightly overweight executive in his mid-30's tried to emulate the agile young stud in the movie. Ranjee put up her hand to stop me before I began stripping. "No strip yet Sir. Learn dance first. You no good need lots of practice." Her words stung me but also propelled me into action. I practiced with her for the rest of the day and the rest of that week as she visited me after work. The performance was scheduled for Sunday afternoon and by the Saturday evening I could both dance and strip to my maid's satisfacton though I always kept on the thong. I felt nothing wrong in exposing myself to her, only happy that my efforts pleased her so much. Even my ever present erection was an asset rather than a threat to her. "Very nice." she told me on the Saturday night "You hard like this tomorrow all ladies very happy." "You too Miss?" I asked hopefully I had started calling her Miss soon after my lessons began. At first she had felt uncomfortable but I had explained it was only proper for a student to address his teacher so and she had gradually come to accept and enjoy her new found status. When she cleaned I was still Sir but during our lessons I was simply Boy, a status I too revelled in. Ranjee smiled. "You work good Ranjee be happy. Maybe give Boy reward. Boy like that?" "Very much Miss." I said in eager anticipation. She laughed and hurried from the room and I did not see her till the following afternoon when I went downstairs to her room. I chose a time when I knew the neighbours would not be around. Sunday was maids' day off throughout the country and the neighbours were used to loud parties in their quarters but it would be scandalous if I was seen to participate. I knocked on the door and Ranjee's mother Patma opened it. Some 45 years of age she was as pretty as her daughter but more full-bodied with large breasts and an equally ample ass that always drew my attention. She spoke no English but as I entered I bowed and kissed her hand in both greeting and supplication which she gracefully accepted. The room was a large one with a bathroom attached, divided into three by curtains. In one area was the living room with its simple furniture, some wooden chairs, a low table and an old sofa together with a TV, video and cassette player. Today the table was in the centre of the room, covered in a bright red cloth and surrounded by the chairs. A curious looking lamp was placed on the table and upon closer investigation I saw it to be a flashing disco light. Behind another curtain was the kitchen composed of a cooker, a fridge and a sink with some cupboards. The final area was the bedroom with its wardrobe and double bed which both women shared. I changed in the bedroom having first, on Ranjee's instructions, applied a rather cheap scented oil to give my body a sheen. Once I had finished Ranjee entered for a final inspection and declared herself satisfied. "You look good like real dancer. Ladies going to like see you dance." "Miss Ranjee," I said, "may I ask you something. Why are you doing this? It isn't traditional, is it?" She laughed. "Of course no. Sri Lankan lady no think about sex. Only men do that." she said sarcastically "But now we outside we can do anything. We get lonely we find man, use cock, have fun. Tomorrow Chandrika go home, get marry. No more fun. Only work, obey husband, have plenty children. But tonight white boy dance for Chandrika like he slave girl. Tonight she like queen. Good memory for her." I was hot and erect at her words which she could not have failed to notice. "But why a white man, why not another Sri Lankan?" "White boy more excite." smiled Ranjee "We see brown cock any time. They just like us but white boy different. Always he Sir, Master, make us work too hard, too much like he king. But today white boy work for us, make us happy. That make us feel good." she paused "Make you feel good too, huh? You like when Ranjee be boss that why you call her Miss. You want me be boss all time no? You want work for Ranjee." As she spoke she gently stroked my cock, driving me to distraction. Unable to suppress my desires any longer I fell to my knees before her, grasping her hand and smothering it in kisses. "Yes Miss Ranjee yes! I want to serve you, to please you, to worship you always!" I wept as I spoke, my emotions tumbling out. Ranjee rubbed my head as she would a favourite pet. "Good boy! You make ladies happy today you stay with Ranjee and Patma long time, be our special boy. Maybe we take you Sri Lanka later." I looked up at her with tear-filled eyes, my expression one of gratitude. "Thank you Miss." I said hoarsely and she smiled again. There was a knock at the door and she motioned me to rise. "Ladies come. Clean face and wait. When I give signal you come start dance on table." She left through the curtain and I happily brushed away my tears. I heard the sound of greetings, of excited chatter, of bottles opening and drinks being poured and then all was quiet. "White boy! Come here!" commanded Ranjee in a loud voice. Nervously I drew myself up and pulled back the curtain, walking with exagerrated swaying of my hips, just like a hooker, towards the table to the accompaniment of jeers, whistles, applause and a loud thumping soundtrack. Apart from Ranjee and her mother there were three other women in the room, all drinking glasses of beer. All were scantily dressed in gaudy costumes, as were Patma and Ranjee. Two were mature ladies in their forties, one very large with massive breasts that seemed likely to explode from her tight blouse at any moment, the other dark and thin, her face gaunt from years of hard labour but still as beautiful as only Sri Lankans can be. The third was much younger, perhaps nineteen, tall, fair and voluptuous. This was clearly the bride to be and how I envied her fiance. On a sudden whim I knelt before each of the guests in turn and kissed their feet in abject submission, making it clear that they were Mistresses for the evening. My action had the desired effect and when I turned to clamber onto the table more than one pair of hands pushed me up by my ass and copped a feel of my balls at the same time. Once on the table, the disco lights were turned on, the main lights were switched off and I began to dance as Ranjee had taught me. To ever growing excitement on the part of my audience I swivelled and swayed my hips, thrust my pelvis forward again and again at ever increasing speed then began rotating and grinding my hips in mock sexual actions as I slowly stripped off my blouse and tossed it to the watching maids. The whoops of excitement that greeted this act were as nothing to those that greeted the removal of my pants. Dressed only in my thong, my cock erect at the excitement of this humiliating event, I began to dance again before turning towards Chandrika and offering her my hand. With mock shyness she resisted at first then clambered onto the table beside me. I thrust my crotch forward, offering her my thong which she tore from me, holding it aloft as she seized my erect cock and led me round the table in triumph. Then, caught up in the sexual excitement, this normally demure young girl so soon to be married, took me in her arms and kissed me long and passionately, opening her blouse and letting me suck long and hard on her teenage breasts. At this the large woman could no longer contain herself. I was pulled from the table and found my head buried in her massive mammaries as her hands roamed all over my body. The thin woman too was on her feet, groping and kissing me and at a nod from Ranjee I was borne away to the bedroom where my tongue serviced each of their glorious bodies in turn. How happy I felt to hear them moan with pleasure. Strangely, however, they did not make use of my cock and Chandrika, who came to lie naked beside me later did not let my tongue inside her either. She was determined to wed as a virgin and would only allow me to shower her body in kisses while suckling her and simulating her breasts with my fingers. But it was enough for me merely to lie beside such beauty. At last she and the others left and I was alone in the bedroom, my cock still unused, awaiting Ranjee. When she entered she had a broad smile on her lips. "Ladies very happy now. You dance good, got good tongue. First time they have white boy but now they want more." "And Chandrika?" I inquired "She most happy. She like you kiss her feet, treat her like queen. She say going to make husband like you. She very clever, very sexy. Maybe she succeed." she laughed and I smiled. "Now Ranjee's turn." she continued "White boy belong me no others. Now I take." She removed her clothes and climbed onto the bed, her beautiful form revealed to me for the first time in all its glory. I marvelled at her breasts, small and firm with large dark nipples, at her firm ass, her tight hairy pussy, her slim muscular body and limbs and wondered how such a beauty could have selected me as worthy of her attentions. Ranjee made her way to the top of the bed and straddled my face. "Use tongue. Lick pussy" she ordered and lowered herself down. I obeyed eagerly, kissing and licking at her temple till my tongue was inside her and I was making oral love to her cliterus. As I licked and sucked she rode my face, grinding herself ever harder against me as she moaned with pleasure. Then, with a shudder of delight, she came and I drank of her juices. Laughing, she turned and let me kiss and lick her ass. "I know you want to do that long time." she explained "Now you real slave, kiss my ass every day!" "Thank you Miss." I breathed but she had already raised herself up and had turned to face me again. "Now for cock." she grinned lowering herself onto my erection. "All they want but I tell them, White cock belong Ranjee only. You take mouth if you want but cock for me!" She was riding me now, slowly at first, her strong vaginal muscles wrapped around me, but as my upward thrusts grew in strength and pace so too did her desire and soon we were fucking with wild abandon, our mouths and bodies meeting in intermittent kisses on lips and breasts. After the excitement of the evening I was not long in coming that first time but it was also not long before the taste of Ranjee's nipples and lips, together with the skilful attention of her fingers and mouth on my cock had me hard and ready again. We fucked longer and slower the second time though she still rode atop me. Only when I had brought her twice to noisy orgasm did she ride me as hard as she had done before and grant me sweet release. As I lay back on the pillow, tired and breathing hard, she slid silently from the bed and her place was taken by Patma, that larger older version of herself. Even nestling between Patma's bountiful breasts I doubted whether I could please her as well but she was an experienced lady and soon my cock was deep inside her bringing her pleasure as I had pleasured her daughter. I slept between both those lovely brown ladies that night, their arms around me as I used their breasts for pillows. It was the sleep of the contented, contented I had pleased them and knowing I would awake to a new and better life, no longer Sir but Boy who only lived to serve their every need.