Patma Gets a Maid



Patma spent several minutes outside the door, smoothing
her clothes and rearranging her hair, before she rang her
bell. Ranjee was her friend but she was acutely aware of
the social difference between them. Patma was a housemaid
who lived with her brother in a basement room in an
apartment block. Her brother was the janitor for the
building while she cleaned and washed for those tenants
who did not have live-in maids.

Ranjee, on the other hand, rented her own luxury
apartment in conjunction with her husband Robert, a
Briton. Thanks to her marriage to this rich businessman
she moved in the best social circles, dined in expensive
restaurants and wore expensive designer clothes just like
all the rich ladies in this Middle Eastern country.

Patma looked down at her simple white blouse and black
nylon skirt and sighed. Both were worn and faded but were
the best she owned. How different from Ranjee she mused.
And yet Ranjee had been the one to befriend her.

They had met in Michael's apartment. He was a colleague
and friend of Robert's. Also British, he was a bachelor
who lived in Patma's block. His single status precluded
his employing a live-in maid and so he was obliged to
employ Patma's services if he required a housekeeper or
cook. It was during a dinner party when Patma cooked and
acted as waitress that she first met Robert and Ranjee.

While the Westerners drank wine and talked business in
the living room, Ranjee joined Patma in the kitchen. To
the maid's surprise the guest helped her with the washing
up then poured her a drink. As they drank she explained
to the stunned maid that she had also started out as a
maid before being employed by and eventually marrying
Robert. Patma asked how she had achieved this feat and
was answered by a peculiar smile. Then, as Patma examined
her new-found friend more closely, she felt she
understood. She was a young woman, a good twenty years
younger than Robert, slim and very pretty. She had the
long, glistening black hair characteristic of Sri Lankan
women, her eyes were large and beautiful, her breasts
small and pert and her ass was beautifully firm. Yes, it
was easy to see why Robert had fallen for her charms. Any
man would have.

Ranjee then asked how it was that Patma had become a
maid. Tearfully, she explained how she had once been
married to a policeman who had been a violent drunk. When
he discovered Patma could not bear him children he had
divorced her but not before giving her a severe beating
the scars of which she still bore. Thrown out onto the
streets, her parents too aged to support her, she had no
alternative given herlimited education than to follow her
brother into domestic service.

They talked for some time longer about Sri Lanka and
mutual acquaintances in the city's Sri Lankan community.
Then it was time for the guests to leave. As they did so
Patma noticed something strange. Robert had been very
attentive, indeed respectful, to his wife all evening,
much more so than most husbands of Patma's acquaintance.
This respect was even more obvious during their
departure. He had wanted to stay drinking but a simple
hand gesture from Ranjee was enough to bring him to his
feet, eyes downcast. As he made his goodbyes to Michael,
Ranjee strode to the door where Patma was waiting with
their coats. She made to dress Ranjee but her new friend
shook her head.

"That's his job." she said in Sinhala and clicked her
finger.

At once a red-faced Robert was by her side. He took the
coat from Patma and placed it on his wife. Again, his
eyes were turned downward.

Ranjee looked at Patma's expression of open-mouthed
amazement and smiled.

"There is only one Mistress in my house." she said, again
in Sinhala, and with those words she swept from the
apartment, her husband scurrying behind her.

Patma, tired though she was from her hard days work, lay
awake for a long time that night reflecting on the scene
she had witnessed and on Ranjee's words. If she didn't
know they were husband and wife she would have sworn they
were a rich lady and her peon. She smiled at the fantasy
of Ranjee being waited on hand and foot by her devoted
white peon, of using her servant as her personal whore to
satisfy her desires before throwing him out of her bed to
return to his domestic duties. The more she imagined the
scene the hotter she felt. Her hand on her pussy she
frantically fingered herself until she came as quietly as
she could so as not to disturb her brother.

It was a powerful orgasm for truth to tell this Mistress
/ servant fantasy was one of Patma's favourites. Ever
since she had been a child she had rebelled against the
submissive role she was expected to play in a
traditionally patriarchal society. Her strong will had
caused many a beating at the hands of her husband. Her bad
experience of marriage had made her fantasies of female
domination even stronger. She yearned for the day she
would have a man at her mercy, a peon to use as a servant
and concubine, to abuse as her husband had abused her, a
slave she could revenge herself on for all the
indignities she had suffered at the hands of males.

Of course she knew that day would never come. It was a
fantasy and no more. She was destined to live out the
rest of her days as a maid for idle, arrogant and brutal
men. Still, that did not stop her imagining how she would
treat each of the many men she worked for if their roles
were reversed, especially after they had criticised her
work, yelled at her or beaten her.

Her Western employers were the subject of most of her
fantasies. She found that their arrogance, their belief
that they were superior just because on their skin
colour, enraged her. If only she had a husband like
Ranjee's, she'd teach him to be even more obedient than
Robert obviously was. Yes, it was a nice dream but an
impossible one. Only the reality of domestic drudgery
awaited her in the morning and every other morning she
thought bitterly as she finally fell asleep.

Patma's only day off each week was on Sundays. That
Sunday she had an unexpected visitor - Ranjee. She
brought a cooked lunch with her, a lunch she confided
Robert had prepared.

"Robert made this?" asked Pama in surprise "Does he often
cook?"

"My dear Patma," laughed Ranjee "he cooks all my meals.
Didn't I tell you I was Mistress of the house?"

"Yes." smiled Patma "But I didn't think you meant ...."

"That Robert was my peon?" Ranjee heard the almost
inaudible gasp that escaped Patma's lips and saw how
flushed she had become.

"Why Patma," she said in mock concern, placing her hand
on her friend's forehead "You're face is flushed and you
feel so hot! Did my words excite you? Does it give you a
thrill to think of me ordering my white peon around?" ú
"No..yes...I..." Patma stammered unable to form a
sentence. She was indeed excited, so excited that her
panties were already wet but how could she confess this
to a woman she had met only a few days earlier? How could
she confess that Ranjee, if she was to be believed, was
living out the life she had always longed for but thought
beyond her reach?

"It's all right." Ranjee said softly, stroking her cheek.

"I'm sorry if I offended you. I know you must have found
what I said shocking but it is true. Inside our home,
Robert is my peon nothing more."

Once again Ranjee felt Patma's temperature rise and this
time the maid found her tongue. So close did she feel to
her fantasy that she lost all her normal reserve.

"Please." she begged "Tell me more!"

"There is little more to tell." said Ranjee, "He is my
servant boy. I have no need to employ a maid because he
does everything for me, cooks, cleans, washes andwaits on
me hand and foot." as she spoke she smiled as she saw
Patma put hr hand on her crotch and almost unconsciously
begin to rub herself. "Of course if he makes a mistake he
has to be...punished." She lingered on the last word to
see how Patma would respond. Patma's faced was flushed,
sweat was on her brow and her breathing was heavy. She
was clearly very excited.

"As for sex" continued Ranjee "I need a lot of
pleasuring. Robert knows exactly how to bathe and massage
me, how to please me with his tongue and his cock. He
knows I expect to be serviced on demand, wherever,
whenever and however I want it. In our home only my
pleasure is important."

"Uuhhh!" Patma came, noisily, lay back breathing heavily
for a few moments then suddenly realised what she had
done. In horror she looked up shamefaced towardsRanjee.

"I--I'm so sorry! I..."

"You can't quite believe what I've just said?" asked
Ranjee, interrupting her "I don't blame you my dear. It
does sound quite fantastic. I tell you what. Why don't
you come round to my apartment for lunch next Sunday?
Then you can see how we really live."

Patma nodded her head in breathless excitement and so it
was that one week later, a week of restless imagining and
much masturbating, on Patma's part that she stood
nervously outside Ranjee's apartment smoothing her
clothes and rearranging her hair. Finally, she summoned
her courage she pressed the doorbell. The door opened and
she stepped into Ranjee's world.

Robert closed the door behind her, turned and bowed.

"Welcome to Madam Ranjee's apartment, Madam. Please
consider me your servant while you are here."

Patma was too amazed to respond. Looking at this rich
Westerner bowing to her, to her! she felt as if she were
in a dream.

Her mouth opened wider when Robert straightened up. He
seemed to be naked except for a cheap plastic apron upon
which was written the words "Kitchen Boy".

"Please follow me Madam." said Robert and led the way to
the living room.

As she followed him Patma saw he was indeed naked under
the apron save for a leather thong that cut deep into his
ass crack. He was a well-built man despite his age, slim
and muscular with a lovely firm butt that Patma had
difficulty restraining herself from touching.

Robert bowed low as they entered the living room and saw
Ranjee reclining lazily on a sofa. She wore an expensive
looking sari that would normally have made Patma feel
shabby in comparison. For the moment, however, she had
eyes only for Robert's deliciously tight ass.

"Patma my dear. How lovely to see you again." said Ranjee
in Sinhala, rising to embrace her. "Come sit beside me."

They sat and Ranjee turned to Robert who stood with his
head still bowed.

"Fetch drinks boy!" she commanded in English and he
hurried to the cocktail cabinet, opened a bottle of wine
and brought it to the two women on a tray together with
two wine glasses. He placed the tray on the coffee table,
handed each lady a glass and poured them each some wine.
Patma watched in silence but her excitement was palpable.
Ranjee had not lied. Robert really was her peon!

"Now go kitchen! Finish food!" ordered Ranjee when Robert
had poured the drinks. He obeyed instantly and Ranjee
turned to Patma, switching to Sinhala. This was to be the
pattern for the whole evening, Sinhala for Patma, English
for Robert.

"Well?" she demanded "Was I lying?"

"No!" Patma breathed excitedly "I can hardly believe it
but it's true! But how? How did you make him your peon?"

Ranjee smiled. "I didn't make him my peon Patma, he
begged to become one. We started out as normal lovers but
I soon discovered what he really wanted."

"I don't understand." said Patma, genuinely puzzled "Why
would a rich man like him want to be a peon?"

"Why because he is rich and powerful." explained Ranjee
"His professional life is all about decision-making and
problem-solving. He is responsible for so manypeople who
all look to him for leadership. When he is at home the
last thing he wants is to lead. No it is far easier, far
more relaxing, to serve, to let someone else make all the
decisions. By making him my slave I release him from all
responsibility and give him what he craves for. It is a
wonderful relationship. I get a servant devoted
completely to my well-being and pleasure and he gets a
caring Mistress who controls him so completely he is free
from any need to think for himself. We are both very
happy."

"How did you find out all this?" asked an incredulous
Patma. She was becoming excited again,so excited that
although she did not usually drink she had already
finished her wine.

She reached for the bottle but Ranjee stopped her.

"Ladies like us don't perform such menial tasks. Those
are for the slave."

"Boy!" she snapped "Wine! Now!"

Robert came running from the kitchen and with a bow,
poured the wine. He was then dismissed back to the
kitchen by a wave of Ranjee's hand.

"I have so much to learn." sighed Patma, her eyes fixed
firmly on Robert's retreating ass.

"Mmm." said Ranjee "But you will learn Patma, you will
learn. Now back to your question. I noticed first in bed
that Robert preferred to be submissive, to always let me
take the lead in our lovemaking. Then around the house he
became increasingly respectful. Remember, I was still his
maid, but he started addressing me as Madam Ranjee, to
ask me very politely to do the housework instead of
ordering me, even to ask me to sit back and relax while
he did some housework himself. But it was not until I
found what I am going to show you now that I knew exactly
what he wanted. Come."

She rose and led the way to a small room at the rear of
the apartment. The room was bare except for a computer.
Ranjee clicked open a program.

"Watch the picture show" she smiled "I'm sure you'll find
it interesting."

Patma watched in fascination as picture after picture
flashed onto the screen. All were pornographic, pictures
of dark-skinned Indian girls interspersed with pictures
of Black and Asian women dominating men. Patma had never
seen pictures like the latter before. She would never
have believed they existed if she had not seen them. It
was as if someone had photographed her wildest fantasies!
She took a long drink of wine and slowly moved her hand
over her crotch.

"This is how I found the computer one afternoon when I
was alone in the apartment. It was clear that Robert had
left the program running as a message to me. What I saw
excited me as much as it excites you now. I knew what
Robert wanted and I knew I wanted it too. When he
returned to the apartment that evening I told him what I
had seen and what I had decided. We married soon after
and I became the Mistress you see before you. We've never
regretted our decision."

"You're so lucky!" exclaimed Patma "To have your very own
slaveboy, a rich and handsome one at that. You don't know
how jealous I am."

"Yes, Robert is handsome." smiled Ranjee "As soon as we
were married I put him on a strict diet and exercise
regime. A slave must be fit for his Mistress you know!
And the results have been impressive. I'm not surprised
you can hardly take your eyes off his butt!"

"I..I.." Patma stammered with embarrassment.

Ranjee laughed and took her by the arm, leading her back
to the living room.

"Don't worry my dear. He is here to amuse both of us. If
you want to give his ass a good fondle I don't mind. I'm
sure it would thrill him."

Patma was uncertain how to react, uncertain how serious
Ranjee was, but she also wanted to feel that lovely ass.

"Perhaps after the meal." she said at last.

"As you wish." said Ranjee "Oh and don't hesitate to
order him around. He knows he has to obey all Sri Lankan
women.

"Lunch is served Madams." said Robert entering and
bowing.

The two ladies rose and followed him to the dining room.
Patma made a conscious effort not to stare at his butt
but she could not help the occasional guilty glance much
to Ranjee's amusement.

Robert pulled out a chair for each lady in turn and they
took their seats. He then poured them more wine and
began serving the meal. For this task he removed the
apron and replaced it with a black bow tie. Patma found
it thrilling to be served by this virtually naked white
waiter. Not for the first time that afternoon she felt
her panties moisten.

"This is like a dream, Ranjee." she said hoarsely "I wish
I could have a slave like Robert."

"But you can, Patma, you can." smiled Ranjee "Many
Western men would give anything to be enslaved like
Robert."

"Easy for a beautiful young woman like you to say." said
Patma "You could have any man you wanted. A fat 45 year
old like me would have no chance."

"Don't insult yourself!" Ranjee said angrily "You are a
Sri Lankan woman and a very beautiful one too. Your hair
has a lovely sheen and your figure is a picture of
voluptuousness. Men would die for a taste of those big
breasts or that lovely round ass."

"I'm sorry." said Patma "but I can't believe someone like
Robert would ever find me attractive."

"Not even if I told you you could have your own white
peon tomorrow if you only decided to accept him?"

"What!" exclaimed Patma "Are you joking? Who would want
to serve me?"

Ranjee paused a moment before replying.

"Michael. He is the white man who wants only to be your
slave."

Patma could scarcely believe her ears. Michael! She liked
him, yes, despite his being a tough, demanding employer.
He had always been kind and polite to her but he was a
good ten years younger than her. How could he find her
attractive enough to be his Mistress?

"How do you know?" she demanded, her mouth dry.

"Robert suspected his tendencies, told me how he was
always saying how jealous he was of our relationship. And
when I slept with him I confirmed it."

"You slept with him! gasped Patma "Does Robert know?" she
looked across the room at the servant cutting the roast,
oblivious as to the subject of the Sinhala conversation.

"Robert and I have a very open marriage. He knows I need
a lot to satisfy me sexually and as his Queen he accepts
that I sleep with other men from time to time, especially
Sri Lankan men with delicious big brown cocks. He knows
however, that I use them only for sex. He is the only man
I truly love. And he get his fill of other women too.
More than one of my relatives and friends has been
serviced by my white concubine."

Patma was astounded by what she heard.

"I don't think I could accept such a marriage." she said
eventually after a long pause.

"Each to her own." smiled Ranjee, unperturbed "The
important thing is that you find a slave as loyal and
obedient as Robert and I think Michael is him."

"Tell me about him, about what happened between you."
said Patma, intrigued.

"He was a clumsy lover at first" said Ranjee, moving to
the side as Robert served her food. Patma noticed that as
he did so Ranjee squeezed both his ass and balls lovingly
"Yes, clumsy but after he let me take control he learned
how to please a woman properly. I found he readily
accepted my dominating him and it was an easy matter to
get him to confess all his fantasies as a prelude to sex.
Almost all of theminvolved living the same lifestyle as
Robert and I and they all involved you."

"But why?" asked Patma, still unable to accept Michael
could desire her.

"He finds you beautiful. That description of you I gave
earlier, those were his words. And he loves our
personality, your strength. You are the strong woman he
has always dreamed of. And I think it gives him a kick to
imagine himself being enslaved by his own maid. So,
Patma, what o you think? Do you want him to be your peon?
All you have to do is say the word."

"Yes! I want him!" Patma surprised herself with the
swiftness of her response. All her fears were gone now.
She stood on the threshold of fulfilling all her dreams
and she would not be denied!

"Good." smiled Ranjee, taking her by the hand "I'm so
happy for you Patma.

Now come, let's discuss how to train a white man to be a
good peon."

And so they continued talking until the end of the meal
when Robert pulled back their chairs and they retired,
without a word of thanks to their servant, to the sofa
where they were presently served coffee. It was then that
Robert made his fist and last mistake of the day. As he
poured the coffee into Patma's cup he accidentally spilt
some on her shoe.

"Clumsy boy!" yelled Ranjee at once and slapped him hard
across the face.

"You say sorry now!

Robert prostrated himself before Patma and bent almost
double he kissed each of her feet in turn.

"Clumsy slave is so sorry Madam." he pleaded "Please
forgive me!"

Patma's answer was another slap to his face. The sense of
power it gave excited her so much it gave her an instant
orgasm. Eager to exploit this new feeling further she
issued her first order. The reaction she felt did not
disappoint her.

"Bad slave. Clean shoes now!" she snapped and experienced
another orgasm as Robert began licking her shoes clean.

Ranjee looked on approvingly.

"Well done. I'm sure you'll be an excellent Mistress. Now
Patma, tell me about your brother. I've only seen him
once or twice but he is a very handsome young man. Is he
as well built as he looks?"

"Are you interested in him then?" smiled Patma "You won't
find him very submissive I'm afraid."

"Submissiveness I get at home." said Ranjee "Outside I
like straight sex, no frills."

"Then you'll like my brother." said Pama "He has a
reputation as a stud and his cock is very large.."

"Perhaps you can arrange a meeting then?" suggested
Ranjee

"No problem." said Patma "I'm sure he'll be grateful for
the chance to sleep with a rich lady like you."

Ranjee smiled and ordered Robert to the kitchen to do the
washing up. Patma, meanwhile, found herself feeling
surprised at the turn events were taking. Not only had
she become Michael's Mistress but she had also agreed to
set her brother up with Ranjee so her friend could use
him for sex. Perhaps it was the wine that had caused her
to lose her inhibitions so quickly but she had no desire
to alter any of the events of the afternoon.

"Come. Time to play!" cried Ranjee, suddenly grabbing her
by the arm and pulling her to the kitchen.

There bent over the sink, diligently washing the dishes
was Robert, the tight ass Patma admired so much sticking
temptingly up in the air.

"You like his ass so much well there it is." said Ranjee
"It's all yours Patma."

Grinning broadly, the newly uninhibited Patma, walked up
behind Robert and began to stroke, fondle and squeeze his
ass. She was not disappointed by what she found. It was
smooth, taut, muscular and firm and wonderful to touch.
Slowly her hand crept forward and embraced his pouch. His
balls were large and tight and his cock fully erect. She
ran her hand appreciatively along its length. Smaller
than her ex-husband's but still pretty large. Yes, Ranjee
was a lucky woman.

She sighed as Ranjee placed her hand on her shoulder and
led her back to the living room. It was getting late and
it was time for her to return home.

"Thank you for everything Ranjee." she said gratefully,
kissing her on the cheek as she left the apartment. " I
don't know how I can ever repay you."

"Setting me up with your sexy brother will be more than
enough." said Ranjee "Now hurry home. Robert will phone
Michael now. Your slave will be waiting for you when you
return. Use him like a whore. He belongs to you now!"

"Thank you again!" cried Patma, running excitedly down
the stairs. Ranjeesmiled warmly and closed the door
behind her Patma's brother was out when she arrived home,
no doubt drinking cheap alcohol with a girl on his arm.
She wrote a note explaining she would be staying
overnight at a friend's apartment, something she often
did on Sundays. Then she hurried upstairs. She was still
wearing the same clothes she had worn at Ranjee's, she
was hot and sweaty and her breath stank of alcohol but
she did not even consider changing or washing. She had a
slave now and he would have to accept her whatever state
she was in.

Michael lived on the first floor so there was little
chance of the other tenants seeing her. She rapped loudly
on his door and it opened instantly. With a smile on her
lips she entered her new domain.

Michael closed the door and knelt before her.

"Welcome Madam. Thank you so much for choosing me to be
your servant."

Patma looked at his servile expression and grinned. Now
she knew it was no dream. She owned this white man now
and she would teach him how to serve her. She would not
be an easy Mistress, playing some game for his amusement.
No, Michael would learn who was really in charge and his
lessons would begin now.

"This no good." she snapped "No kneel. On belly. Now
white pig!"

Michael looked at her in amazement, surprised by her
angry tone but he obeyed as she knew he would. He writhed
at her feet, grovelling on the floor but Patma was still
not satisfied.

"No good. You still wear clothes. Peon no wear clothes.
Take off now but no stand!"

Michael twisted and turned like some tormented worm as he
removed his clothes, much to Patma's amusement. When he
had finished and was completely naked she proffered him
the dirty soles of her shoes.

"Lick pig!"

As her slave licked he dust from her shoes Patma felt a
familiar dampness in her panties. It came from the power
she felt standing fully clothed over a naked white man
who wriggled on the floor as he cleaned her shoes with
his tongue.

"Enough!" she said at last "Up pig!"

Michael stood, head bowed.

"Arms at side. Legs apart." commanded Patma and then
began her inspection of the younger man, fondling and
fingering him as if he were a beast at market. Her
inspection was peppered with criticisms.

"Arms skinny. You weak no strong like Sri Lankan boy.
Teeth not clean good. Nose big. Belly too fat like woman
getting baby." She felt his ass "MMm. Not bad. Tight like
virgin. No man go up you." Next she turned her attention
to his cock and balls, gently squeezing the balls as she
pinched and stroked his shaft. She smiled to herself as
it grew thicker and longer in her hands but did not cease
her criticism "White cock very small, no big like Sri
Lankan cock. Brown cock very big, very nice!"

She stood back, pleased by the dejection she saw in
Michael's face. She had already started to humble him.

"You not much of man but Patma give you chance. Give you
exercise, special diet. Soon you be like Sri Lankan boy.
Not man but boy. You never be like Sri Lankan man. You
agree pig?"

"Yes Madam" said Michael with a lump in his throat. "I am
only a white boy.

I can never be a real man like a Sri Lankan man."

"Good pig." smiled Patma, rubbing his head. "Now you
work. Patma very dirty.

She need clean. You wash feet for Patma. Use tongue."

She tossed off her shoes and sat on an armchair her bare
feet extended. Michael approached her, knelt and put his
mouth to her feet. He kissed them tenderly then began to
clean them with his tongue s he had been commanded. They
were indeed dirty and sweaty but Michael did his job
diligently, lovingly making a special effort to clean the
spaces between her toes and to suck out the dirt from
under her toenails. Patma found herself marvelling at his
dedication to this humiliating task, saw how hard it made
his cock and she felt her pussy grow wet again. She also
noticed how often he glanced up at her panties.

Pushing him away she pulled them off with a deft movement
and tossed them to Michael.

"You clean feet good now clean panties!"

Michael put the faded, moist, cotton panties to his face
and sniffed, breathing in the scent of Patma's pussy and
tasting her cum. He placed them in his mouth and sucked
hard on them up, spread them out and licked the stains
from them. Then he held up the wet , clean panties for
Patma's approval.

She watched this degrading spectacle in amazement. She
had never seen anyone sink so low and Michael was doing
this to please her! The realisation sent a wave of
pleasure through her body. She could wait no longer. She
needed satisfaction now!

She spread her legs and tore the panties from Michael's
hand.

"Lick pig! Lick pussy now!"

Michael needed no further bidding. On his hands and knees
he placed his head up her skirt, nuzzled her hairy pussy
ignoring the smell of her sweat, kissed her pussy lips,
probed inside with his tongue until he found her clit and
began licking and sucking.

Ranjee had taught him well and every stroke of his tongue
brought more pleasure to Patma than she had ever
experienced before. She held his head tight against her,
burying him under her skirt and lost herself in a
succession of heavy breaths and moans. She came in waves
of pleasure and urged her slave on again until she had
cum a second time and his face was bathed in her juices.
Only then did she release him and stand.

"Now you strip Patma. Take off clothes and tell Patma how
beautiful she."

Michael drew closer and kissed her full on the lips,
while stroking her hair.

"Your lips are soft but hot and tempting too and your
black hair with its beautiful tints of grey shines
without comparison like the light in your eyes."

Very slowly Michael proceeded to unbutton her blouse and
let it slide to the floor before unhooking her bra and
letting it fall also.

He placed his hands on her large brown breasts and began
to massage them, gently at first but increasingly firmly.

"Your breasts are large and beautiful Madam. They are a
joy to behold and to touch. They are the breasts men
dream of and your big nipples were made for them to
suck."

He lowered her head and kissed her softly rounded belly.

"Your belly is lovely and soft, a pillow for a weary head
and your button is a delight to lick with my tongue."

He unzipped her skirt and it fell. Patma stepped out of
it and Michael knelt to kiss her pussy.

"Your pussy is lush and sweet, a heavenly place to be
worshipped by mouth and cock."

She turned and presented her plump ass to him. Lovingly,
Michael kissed each cheek.

"Your ass is soft, round and cool. Any man would love to
be used as your seat."

He stood and his eyes took in the entirety of Patma's
naked body.

"Madam, you are a true voluptuous brown beauty. I cannot
tell you what an honour it is to be allowed to serve a
Goddess like you."

Patma glowed with the compliments he had paid her. She
knew fro his tone that he meant every word. She had
always considered herself fat and unattractive but now
she felt like the Goddess Michael had described her as.

"You good slave." she said softly, stroking his cheek. "I
want fuck you but I no clean. Come shower wash me and
please me."

She led the way to the shower and they entered together.
Michael lathered the soap in his hands and gently applied
it to his Mistress' body, massaging her and fondling her
as he did so, his fingers gently fucking her pussy until
she came. Still fondling her he washed the soap from her
body and then dried her, his hands still playing with her
through the towel until she came yet again. Then at her
command he lifted her in his arms, no mean feat given her
weight, and carried her to the bedroom.

There, she ordered him to lie on the bed while she took
some silk scarves from a drawer he indicated in response
to a question from her. With these scarves she bound his
ankles and wrists to the bedframe, his arms and legs
spread akimbo. Then with a triumphant smile on her face
she impaled herself on his erect cock, trapping it in her
tight vaginal muscles she began to ride him, occasionally
dipping down so he could suck on her breasts or slapping
his ass so he would thrust harder.

"Fuck me white boy! White pig! Fuck me with little white
cock, little piggy cock!"

The more she insulted him the harder his cock grew and
the harder he fucked. Patma groaned with excitement, her
breathing growing heavier by the minute but then she felt
something, something moist, Michael's pre-cum.

"Bad pig!" she yelled "You no cum before me!"

It was too late. Michael came in a torrent of cum, crying
out with pleasure as he did so. An angry slap on his face
from Patma brought that pleasure to an end.

"Bad bad bad pig! You cum before me! You make big mistake
now I punish."

She got up and went through to his study returning with a
twelve-inch ruler.

She sat on a chair and ordered Michael to bend over her
plump thighs. Trembling, he did so, his ass upright.
Patma raised her ruler, her face still flushed with
anger.

"You stupid boy! You need lesson! Ruler got twelve inches
you get twelve hits!"

With those words she struck him hard across the ass with
the ruler, leaving a red mark in her wake. The sting of
the ruler caused Michael to cry out. By the twelfth
stroke he was crying tears.

"Aw poor baby cry!" said Patma, rubbing his head in mock
sympathy. "You sorry pig?"

"Very very sorry Madam." sobbed Michael "It will never
happen again."

His submission brought the climax his cock had not and
Patma relented.

"Good pig. I give you another chance. Go back bed. Try
again."

She bound him once more to the bed and wiped away his
tears.

"First fuck with tongue." she smiled "You use tongue
good."

Supporting herself by holding onto the bedframe she
lowered herself onto his face, grinding against him as
his dextrous tongue worked its magic on her clit. Once
again he tasted his Mistress' juices as she came noisily
and rubbed her pussy across his face.

"Good boy." she whispered, kissing him on the lips "I
very happy now. I fuck your cock soon but first I tell
you how we live now. I no clean your apartment again. You
clean, I watch then I fuck you. You clean my room wash my
clothes. You no work good I punish. Sunday I come your
flat. You cook food for me then you spend all day please
me. You no see other woman only me. Maybe later I marry
take you Sri Lanka. You be my peon forever. You like?"

"Yes Madam I like!" Michael exclaimed excitedly "I would
be honoured if you agreed to marry me and make me your
slave forever."

"You no care I older than you?"

"No Madam. An experienced Mistress is a better Mistress!"

Patma grinned happily.

"Now fuck me with cock!"

She mounted him for the second time that evening and this
second bout of lovemaking was eve more pleasurable than
the first. This time Michael did not disappoint but
controlled himself until his Mistress had cum. Only then
did he allow himself to cum though the pleasure he felt
at his release was nothing compared to Patma's. The
pleasure she felt was not merely physical. Her dreams
and fantasies hadall come true that night. She had at
last achieved the status she knew she deserved, a woman
worshipped and obeyed by a devoted male slave. Never had
she been happier and never would she look back. She had
begun a new phase in her life and it was one that would
last forever.

Michael released, she took him in her arms and let him
rest his weary head against her large, heaving breasts as
she cradled him protectively in her arms. Then, exhausted
she fell into a deep and happy sleep. She awoke in the
morning to be served breakfast in bed for the first time
in her life. She was showered by Michael and dressed in
the clothes he had washed and dried while she slept. Then
with a lingering farewell kiss she crept back down to her
miserable apartment. But she and Michael knew she would
soon be back and both could hardly wait.