In shame, I was standing with my hand covering my pussy, when she slapped me on the cheek. My hands automatically went to caress my cheek. My cheek ached under the blow she gave me, so I started crying like a baby. As my hand went to my cheek, my pussy was well visible to her. She enjoyed watching me standing like a baby, and she understood what kind of man I was. She said jokingly as she looked at me like a baby. What a surprise, inside the baby dress, your pussy is throbbing and is getting close. Oh, that's why, your mother dressed you like a baby.
That's when I felt a sensation - I was standing in front of a woman younger than me, like a baby. I tried to cover my pussy with my hand again. She understood it and immediately slapped my hands. Then she grabbed my head and squeezed it and made me fall down. She ordered me to kneel down. I had no choice but to kneel in front of her. She raised her hand above her head and said, "Kumbidu." I did the same. She understood very well that I was now a good Amman Kundi Amblai doll for her to play with.
She said, "You little Kundi, it will be at least 6 hours before your mother and my mother come, until then you have to be like Amman in front of me like this, you have to listen to everything I say, do it, understand." I nodded my head saying, "Okay, okay." She couldn't hold back her laughter. She pulled a chair and sat on it. She crossed her legs and pressed that leg on my pussy. She ordered me to touch her leg and bow. I also touched her leg gently and bowed. She said, "Kumbidu, bow down." I also fell at her feet and bowed down.
Then I saw her getting up, she threatened me saying, "Don't get up without my permission, kneel down and stand." I was still kneeling and raising my hand up and bowing. By then my chick had started to lift even more. She saw it. She placed her foot on the chick and said, "Kneel again." I also started to fall down and bow. My head was lying on her feet.
She enjoyed doing me like a goddess all day long. I soaked her clothes and folded the soaked clothes. She made me drink the spit coffee she gave me like holy water. I also sprinkled her spit coffee on my head like water and drank it in my hand.
She asked me to take my dirty rag and wipe her sandals. I was still kneeling like a goddess, and she laughed and laughed, and wiped her sandals with my dirty rag. She immediately took the sandal and said, "Put it on your head." I too touched her sandals with reverence and bowed down and held them above my head. Then, holding them in my hand, I knelt down and walked around her three times like an Amman, and she asked me to sing the Sharanam loudly while walking around. I also sang the Sharanam and praised her like a woman worshipping a god.
That afternoon, I served her food like an Amman, and after she had eaten, I ate the leftover food that she had left in her spit plate. Then, when she went to sleep in the afternoon, I held her legs until she fell asleep. Even after she fell asleep, I fell asleep at her feet like an Amman. She got up and kicked me awake with her foot. I immediately fell at her feet and apologized. She asked me to bow down. I bowed down to her as an Amman - ten times, loudly asking for forgiveness and grace.
The time for my mother to return had come, and I humbly begged her to give me back my clothes, thinking that she too, oh my, may the poor thing survive, took pity on me and allowed me to wear them. I once again fell at her feet like a goddess and bowed down, took her feet and placed them on my thighs and bowed. Then I got up and thanked her for making me feel so good like a goddess and put on my clothes.
I will never forget this day, whenever I get a chance like this again, I told her that I want to be her slave. She smiled mockingly and said, I know you are worthy of it. She said that I will call you again when the time comes. I said that I will wait and fell at her feet once again. She blessed me and said that you will be like a goddess in front of the cistern like this again. I asked when that would happen. When you got married, she wished you to serve your wife like this for the rest of your life. Thinking back on that day, I feel very happy.It was. My mind started thinking, when will this happen again. I want to get married soon, a young girl should come as my wife, I should fall at her feet like an Amman, my wife should control me, I should be her slave and submissive for the whole time.
Now I am not an Amman Kundi Ambali, I have become a woman like before. The doorbell rang. Mom and Aunty had come. My mom looked at me and asked me, how was today, did Vinith take good care of me. I said, I will not forget this day, she took good care of me, Vinitha winked secretly. Only we know how she took care of me (for 6 hours like an Amman Kundi)
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