I said, it's okay, you surrendered to me, otherwise, my friend, I was going to tell the SI of the women's police station here and bring you back, I even have evidence, but you escaped, I said smiling. He was even more scared. Don't do that, I am a slave to your feet for my entire life, don't tell anyone outside and take my honor, he said, holding my leg. I said smiling, enough, don't stay in this office anymore, my mother is also out for a relative's wedding this week, come on, let's go to your house, come there and do as you wish this whole weekend, you are the boss, the maid who works for you, be a slave like this in front of me, I winked. To that, he said, oh, I am no longer your boss, you are my mistress as all the girls working here are calling me.
Hey, even though you are over fifty, your pussy is big and thick enough to satisfy girls. When Vada came, I told him that I would make your pussy proud and subdue it on my feet, and then I kicked his pussy with my foot and made him vomit porridge. Then I told him to get dressed again and went to his house. We ate on the way. An old maid came to his house, cooked, cleaned the house and left. That day, he called her and told her not to come for two days. As soon as I entered the house, I opened the door and took off her clothes. I cleaned her like an Amman in the middle of the house. The next day, I gave her a sari, tied her up and made her work as a slave for me like an Amman.
After giving her the sari, I made her dance to the dance song on the track, and then I told her to take off her clothes and finally I made her dance like an Amman. I tied a sari at his house and made him work as a domestic servant for a day, and then I made Amman work as well. I made Amman sit at my feet and eat the leftovers of my meal. I made Amman sit at my feet and hold my leg while I watched TV. I made Amman put my sandals on my feet and wipe the dirt off her feet. I made Amman work like a slave in front of a fifty-year-old man, my boss who gave me work, and a little girl who was half his age, like Amman working like a dog in front of me, and what was more surprising, she also loved doing it, and it was funny to watch. Even among very big men, there is a desire that someone like this would not treat him like a slave. They would suffer because they could not say it in public. If they get a chance, they would leave their shame and fulfill their desire. The same thing happens here.
I made him as miserable as I could for those two days, but I made him feel like it, and I made him do it on his own, so that he didn't feel like I was torturing him at any time, and I made sure that we both enjoyed it. I told him from the beginning that if he didn't like something I said, don't do it, that I wouldn't force him. He also liked me treating him like a slave, a prostitute, with some soap bombs, a pot, and a tray. I told him that I wouldn't have physical relations with him. I wouldn't lust after my naked body. He could just enjoy looking at it and enjoying it.
On Sunday evening, I put on my old dress and shirt and made him sit next to me, and forget about what happened these two days. It's better for everyone that you go back to your old self, the big man of the village, my big boss. If you feel like it, you can do it once a month, but let this matter be a secret known only to the two of us. I have told you that I will not indulge in anything outside. He also held my hand and looked at me with confusion. She got married when I was young, I raised my son well, and now he has also gone abroad, and seeing a young woman like you next to me makes me a little nervous. But you are very understanding and fulfilled my wish. You have not taken away my dignity, and even after behaving like your slave for two days, you say that you will treat me with respect. Saying that I will also behave in a manner worthy of that respect from now on, the big man who wore a dhoti once again falls at my feet. When I was leaving for my house, I allowed him to hug me only once. From the next day, I behaved as if nothing had happened again. He also treats me very politely and respectfully these days. As if no one has any suspicions. As if jokingly calling me, "Mistress, mother, go buy me," in front of everyone, respectfully. He will call out and be happy.
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