Sri Lankan Maid's Slut Slave - Part 1. (F/M, Humil, Inter) I sat in my armchair watching my maid, Chandrika, wash my floor on her hands and knees. She was a young Sri Lankan girl in her early twenties, slim, very dark and very pretty. I loved to watch her work, to gaze on her pert breasts, her cute little ass and her long black hair. She wore a short blue housekeeping dress that ws cut high above the knee to show off her strong legs and thighs. When she bent over ,as she was now, I had a clear view of her firm, round ass and her white panties. As I watched her I dreamt of kneeling behind her and licking her ass as a dog might lick the ass of a Goddess and my crotch swelled uncontrollably. Chanrika had worked for me for six months. She lived in a small room on the roof of the apartment block where I lived in the Middle East and serviced both my apartment and that of the only other occupant of the block, my landlady, a large Arab lady in her mid-fifties. From the first day I had seen Chandrika I had known she was the Goddess I had searched for all my life. Every waking moment was spent fantasising about serving her. Yet so far I had made no approch to her. She was quite a flirtatious young lady and often caught my eye with a knowing smile but I was too nervous to speak to her. How could I explain to a naive young girl like her that I, a man more than ten years her senior, wanted nothing more than to be her faithful white slave, to serve and service her as she demanded and to worship her pretty feet and ass. "I finished Sir." said Chandrika, interrupting my thoughts. I suddenly realised she was standing in front of me, looking down at my now obvious erection. There was a broad smile on her lips. "Sir like Chandrika's work, no? Chandrika happy Sir happy." I looked away, red-faced. I fumbled in my pockets and handed over her wages. As she skipped merrily away I decided at last to take decisive action. Before Chandrika's next visit I laid out two femdom magazines on my bed together with a riding crop. The magazines showed scenes of Black women dominating white men who were pictured giving foot and ass worship and dressed as maids. In this dress they were shown doing menial household tasks while their Mistresses threatened them with whips. I opened the magazines at these pages and went back to the living room to wait for Chandrika. When she came I instructed her to make up my bed. She went obediently to the bedroom. Several minutes passed but she did not reappear. My heart in my mouth I opened the bedroom door and entered. Chandrika sat on the bed, her legs apart to expose her pretty white panties. She was avidly reading the magazine, one hand on her thigh, the other fondling the crop. Her face was flushed and her breathing heavy. She looked up at me as I entered. She seemed completely unfazed I had found her in this position. "Sir like this, no?" she asked "Sir like be servant, kiss ass of lady?" "Yes Chandrika." I said hoarsely, my throat dry. She smiled knowingly. "Chandrika understand. You want her be like these women. You want be like these men. You want be maid for Chandrika." I nodded weakly, afraid she would now laugh at me and call me a pervert. Instead she considered for a moment then said slowly. "OK Chandrika agree. When she come here she be boss. Sir be maid. But Chandrika still get pay. You still give Chandrika money." "Of course." I replied. "Good." she smiled "Now you not called Sir you called Dog, you my dog, my white dog. You call Chandrika Miss. You do everything I say or get this!" she brandished the crop. "Understand?" "Yes Miss." I said softly, bowing my head. "Good dog." she said condescendingly. "Now take off clothes. Dogs no wear clothes. They not people they animals." I stripped and stood before her naked, head bowed as she traced her crop over my body. She paused as it touched my erect cock. "White body very pretty. Miss Chandrika like. You like Miss Chandrika too, no? You think she pretty?" "Miss Chandrika is the most beautiful woman in the world." I said, meaning every word of it. "I want to be a good dog for her." She laughed and continued stroking my cock with the crop, making it ver bigger. I was terrified I would soon cum. "Yes you like Miss Chandrika very much. You dream about her. You like look when she work. You want put white cock in her pretty brown body." "Yes Miss." I confessed and in an instant pleasure turned to pain as she brought the crop down hard on my cock. I doubled up, falling to my knees. "Stupid white dog!" she yelled " Brown girl no need dirty white cock. She need big brown cock. White dog only good for lick brown ass and kiss brown feet. Remember you dog not man. Only man get to fuck woman. Dog lick ass!" "I'm sorry Miss." I groaned, kissing her feet "Please forgive me!" "No talk!" she answered angrily. "Now you work! Get bucket, cloth! Wash floor!" I hurried to obey and was soon on all fours scrubbing the floor while she relaxed in my armchair calmly viewing my swaying ass and balls as I had once viewed her ass. Soon however she was using her crop on my ass. "Stupid dog! This no clean! You not know how work! You not good maid!" So it went on all afternoon as I washed and cleaned. Nothing I did satisfied her and whenever she was dissatisfied the crop beat my ass. Madame Samira the landlady was out for the day so Miss Chandrika led me up to her room which I was forced to clean before washing her clothes and preparing a meal for her. As she ate she fed me morsels from her plate and rubbed my head as if I really were a dog. "Go now." she said when I had washed up the dishes "Miss bored now. Want to sleep. Get out from here!" She dismissed me with a contemptuous wave of her hand and I prepared to slink away, disappointed that I had not been able to touch her body except for her feet. "Wait" she said suddenly "Miss got treat for dog, Come dog." I turned happily round and was confronted by her bare ass. "Clean dog. Clean ass for Miss! Use doggy tongue!" Eagerly I bent over and kissed her ass then licked each brown cheek till they glistened with my saliva. "NO!" snapped Miss Chandrika "Clean! Put tongue inside! Clean Miss!" Hesitantly at first I placed my tongue inside her crack and began to lick. I did not stop until she was thoroughly clean. "Good dog!" she praised "Go now! Miss Chandrika come tomorrow. She got big plans now!" Wondering what she could mean I walked slowly down to my apartment, humiliated but happier than I had ever been before. The next day, when I returned from my office, I found Miss Chandrika waiting impatiently outside my apartment. The crop was in her hand. "Open door dog!" she snapped "I wait long time for you. Now I very angry!" Hurriedly I opened the door, deposited my briefcase and stripped. Miss Chandrika then set me to work cleaning the flat. If anything she was more strict than the day before and my already tender ass gained several more red stripes. It was only when I had finished the housework and was massaging and kissing Miss Chandrika's feet that she deigned to address me. "Yesterday I tell you I got plan. I not happy with this game." "Why not Miss?" I asked, surprised. "I Boss right? You maid, right?" "Yes Miss." "Then why you got big apartment and I got only room. I must have apartment. You must go room!" "But Miss .." I began. She slapped my face, hard. "Quiet dog! Maybe you think you better than Miss! You think that, huh? You want me stay little room?" "No Miss of course not." I said "But it is not easy. What will Madame Samira say?" Madame Samira was my landlady and also Miss Chandrika's employer. I was certain she would take a dim view of her maid taking over my apartment. Even more so if she knew about our arrangement. Madame Samira had always struck me as a rather strict, religious lady who had not thought about sex since her husband died. Miss Chandrika laughed. "Madame Samira no problem. Here dog put this on." She produced a black apron with white lace frills from her handbag. I put it on and tied the cord tight around my waist. It was short and barely covered my cock. "Nice." smiled Miss Chandrika "Now follow me. We go see Madame Samira. Talk about room." I was terrified at this sudden turn of events. It was one thing to be a maid within my own apartment but to be exposed to others! My reputation would be ruined! Miss Chandrika saw my hesitation and tapped the crop on my cock. I knew what she would do if I failed to obey. I obeyed. She rang the doorbell of Madame Samira's apartment which was located downstairs. The door opened and Miss Chandrika pushed me inside. i found myself face to face with the large, grinning form of Madame Samira. "Down dog!" ordered Miss Chandrika and I knelt before Madame Samira, my head pressed to the ground and my ass up in the air. Madame Samira gave a hearty laugh. "You did not lie Chandrika. He is very obedient. He will be a good maid." "You want me supervise?" asked Miss Chandrika "He still need training. Make many mistakes." "No no." said Madame Samira "I can supervise him myself. He won't be the first maid I've trained. Go on up to your new apartment my dear. I'm sure you'll want to make many changes. I'll send him to his room when he's finished." Miss Chandrika smiled and left no doubt eager to take control of my apartment. As soon as we were alone, Madame Samira ordered me to stand and lift my apron. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it in one of her big hands while her other hand grabbed my ass. "Not bad, not bad. Yes my dear you'll be a good little servant. I know you want to please me don't you?" "Yes Madame." I replied, head bowed. She smiled and released me. Then with a hefty smack on my ass she set me to work cleaning the apartment. As I worked she stood over me. She did not scold me as Miss Chandrika always did but seemed to study my body appreciatively, her big breasts rising and falling as she breathed and sighed deeply. Once I had finished she ordered me to follow her to her bedroom and to place a large towel on her bed. As I did so she removed the black headscarf she always wore and let her black-grey hair flow loose. She then removed her black robe and stood before me naked. I felt my cock rise as I looked upon her big, heavy breasts, her round belly, her thick thighs, her big pussy and her huge ass. She sauntered over to the bed and lay face-down on the towel. "Remove your apron." she instructed and I made myself naked. "pick up that bottle on the dresser. Yes that one. It contains oils and perfumes. I want you to oil me, to massage the perfumes into every corner of my body. Can you do that slave?" "Yes Madame." I said and poured some of the sweet-smelling oil onto my hands. I then knelt on the bed beside Madame Samira and massaged the oil into her body from feet to neck, lingering over her big ass and pushing my oily fingers into her crack. She turned over then and as she smiled warmly I poured more oil onto her belly and placed both hands on her huge breasts working the oil inside before turning to her belly. Last of all I oiled her massive thighs and plunged my fingers deep inside her already moist pussy, finding her big clit and stimulating it till she came with a yell her juices flowing over me. She grabbed me in her powerful hands and rolled over so her massive weight was on top of me. I could barely breathe as she kissed and licked my face then forced me under those huge breasts of hers which I kissed and sucked as if my life depended on it. She rolled again and I was on top of her. She seized my cock and guided it inside her and I was lost in her mounds of flesh, my head resting on her breasts, my body carried on the waves of her belly and my cock driven inside her by her repeated slaps on my ass. She did not release me till she had cum twice more. Even then she clutched me to her breasts, forcing me to suck them like a baby while my hand played with her clit. "Good slut." she cooed, stroking my ass "You've made me happy. It's a long time since I had foreign cock. Not since I was a dancer. I had many men then but all of them treated me like a slut. But now I've got a foreign slut of my own. You're going to be my dancer slut. You're going to dance for my entertainment and then pleasure me. Chandrika will teach you housework and I'll teach you dancing. You'll be our maid, our entertainer and our slut. You'll enjoy that, won't you slut?" "Yes madame." I said, meaning every word. Going back upstairs I found my door locked. My briefcasee and my office clothes were in the maid's room, once Miss Chandrika's now mine. There were no sheets on the bed. Exhausted I lay down on the hard mattress. At once a buzzer sounded. A light flashed on the wall indicating I was needed in my, no Miss Chandrika's apartment. I hurried downstairs. The door was open and Miss Chandrika stood there dressed in a short robe, holding the crop in one hand and tapping it on th other. She looked so sexy, so sweet, so strong. Despite my exhausted state my cock swelled again. "Not good." said Miss Chandrika "You very slow. Must come quick when hear bell. Next time I beat!" She looked at my cock and smiled her anger dissolving. "Madame Samira pleased with dog. Dog make her happy. Now dog make Miss happy. Come!" She grabbed my cock and led me inside to her bedroom. Standing with her back to me she removed the robe to expose her naked body. I gasped at the sight she truly was a Goddess. "Kiss ass." she ordered and I did so without hesitation. How I loved that part of her anatonomy. Acting on her instructions I then kissed the back of her ankles, calfs and thighs, her lower back, her upper back, her shoulder and her neck and then, still standing behind her took her little breasts in my hands and massaged the to hardness, my efforts accompanied by her gasps and sighs. She turned and I kissed and suckled her breasts, small as I have said but with big brown nipples. I licked her belly and then she parted her legs. I sank to my knees and made love to her wonderful pussy with my mouth, clasping her ass as she clasped my head to her. When she came in my face I felt only pride. My cock was rampant now but she did not allow me to desecrate her brown temple with it. I was ordered to kiss her feet then forced to crawl back to my hard,lonely bed where I could only jerk off as I dreamed of my cruel but kind Mistress. For the next few weeks life continued like this. After my office work I daily carried out all household duties under Miss Chandrika's strict supervision then studied increasingly lewd dancing under Madame Samira. In this field she was as strict as Miss Chandrika. I was dressed only in transparent harem pants and top and any misstep was punished by being turned over Madame Samira's big thighs and being heartily spanked. I was obliged to service both ladies regularly but always when they demanded it. Sometimes this would be after my work/training but usually it was after I had retired to my room. The buzzer rang night after night and I was summoned to their rooms on the slightest of petexts only to be forced to pleasure them. Madame Samira made full use of my tongue and cock but Miss Chandrika still refused to contemplate having my cock inside her. Apart from this though I gradually became accustomed to my new life as a maid cum slut. I had no clue that our menage-a-trois was about to change dramatically.