7 comments/ 130220 views/ 15 favorites Maid to Serve By: SweetJosie1 'Josie ... Come in, come in ... I'm so glad you could help me out like this.' Mistress Megan held open the door to her apartment, and as I walked in, I felt the normal jumble of emotions rise up and threaten to overwhelm me. I had received a text message from her at 4.30, while I was sitting rather bored in a meeting at the bank where I work. I was helping on a presentation to a group of fund managers who all thought they were rather clever and wonderful, but unfortunately, I didn't. It had been a long boring afternoon and my role had been one of support; making sure files were on hand and notes were taken properly. When my phone had chimed with the text message, I had received a frown from my boss for having the audacity to receive a text, and some strange looks from the others in the room as they watched me reading it blushing furiously. Josie, Please be a dear and help out this evening. I have two special guests coming for dinner. I need serving Staff - uniform provided. 7.30, don't be late Megan. I could imagine what the uniform would be like and felt a thrill of delightful naughtiness tingle through my pussy. I crossed my legs and glanced about the table. I knew I was blushing as red as my blouse but at this moment I didn't really care. I hadn't heard from Mistress Megan for several weeks and had been waiting for a call or text, and was both thrilled and nervous to know another game was about to take place. I wasn't going to have time to go back to my apartment and change, but I could pop into the gym for a shower ... at least I could if this meeting finished in time. The meeting was a special one for my office, so I had taken a more effort with what I was wearing that day. I had on a smart grey business suite - very proper, with the skirt cut just above the knee. A red blouse, black tights and sexy red underwear to match the blouse - and had felt smart and sexy all day. The meeting broke up a little after six and I dashed out to the gym to freshen up - picking up a pair of seamed black stockings and a suspender belt on the way (I couldn't turn up at my Mistresses house in tights, or gad-awful sexless pantyhose, as my American friend, Annie called them!) - and dashed over to Mistress Megan's apartment. 'Just drop your coat and bag in the spare room,' called Megan, disappearing towards the kitchen. I did so, noticing two costume bags hanging on the wardrobe as I left, then came out and joined her in the lounge. She handed me a glass of white wine and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. 'Would you mind putting some music on, please, Josie, something soft. I've had a stressful day and need to unwind a little before my guests arrive.' 'Yes, Mistress.' I went to the music centre and had a look through the CD's scattered on the shelf above, and chose a 'Café del Mar' volume. The music began and the door bell chimed, jolting me back to reality and making my stomach tighten with nerves.' 'It's alright, relax,' said Megan. Smiling, she pinched my bottom as she went past to the door. 'That'll be Helen. She'll also be serving this evening. My dinner guests won't be here for some time yet.' Megan came back in leading a very nervous Helen by the hand. That was how Mistress Megan liked her girls, nervous. Helen and I had been involved in games before. On our last encounter, she had helped 'Doctor' Megan give me a very public examination playing the part of 'Nurse.' She smiled when she saw me, and I think we both took a little comfort from the other's presence. The three of us chatted for a while sipping our wine, allowing the nerves to subside a little, and then Megan clapped her hands. 'We should all be getting ready, they'll be here soon. If you two will help each other out in the spare room, your outfits are hanging on the wardrobe. I'll be in to check on you in a little while.' I followed Helen into the bedroom. It was a little cramped so we pushed the single bed against the wall to make a bit more room. Taking out the first costume bag, Helen unzipped it, took out the costume and held it up. It was a French Maid's uniform on a hanger. She blushed red as she took the separate pieces and laid them on the bed. 'This is tiny!' she exclaimed, holding up a little ruffled skirt. It was lacy and black, and flared out by several stiff white petticoats sewn inside. The door opened and Megan came in. 'Ladies, you're not even undressed yet. Strip!' Feeling weak, I started to undo the cuffs of my blouse and realised I was blushing the same as Helen. Helen was hesitating and appeared uncomfortable. 'Helen, I said strip! Get naked, now! I want you both to do as you're told, without me having to repeat myself, do you understand?' 'Yes, Mistress,' we both chimed, and then hurried to remove our clothes as fast as we could. For a few minutes, we bumped into each other in the confined space, removing skirts, blouses and underwear while Megan sat on the bed and watched. Despite her slow start, Helen was naked first. She stood shivering slightly, staring at the floor, covering her pussy with one hand while the other was held across her breasts. I knew just how she felt. As I rolled down my last stocking, I felt terribly exposed in Mistress Megan's unsmiling gaze. Part of me wanted to grab my clothes and run, while the slut in me wanted this to continue so I could be embarrassed and humiliated for Megan's pleasure. Finally naked, I stood with my hands over my pussy and stared at the carpet. I felt my nipples harden. I have quite big breasts and large prominent nipples, especially when they're erect. The nipples become hard and the areoles tighten and crinkle, I'm quite proud of them but also, believe it or not, I'm very shy. 'Don't cover yourselves. You're mine to do with as I wish and you do not cover yourselves. Put your hands at your sides and don't move.' Standing up, Megan ran her hands over each of us - squeezing and rolling our breasts and then pulling our nipples until they became fully erect. I loved the feeling of helplessness, knowing I couldn't move while my mistress touched me. Being told what to do, and feeling the power my mistress held over me is an incredible turn on. 'Both of you put one leg on the bed. I want to examine your pussies.' We both complied and I was glad I'd taken the time to trim and shave earlier. Megan got down in front of us and I glanced down as she got closer to my vagina. 'Spread your lips, Josie.' I did as she asked and shivered as her tongue darted out to lap once and then again at my gaping cunt. I stood with two fingers spreading myself even as she turned to Helen and tasted her. I could hear Helen's breathing quicken and she gasped as Megan's tongue made contact the first time. Having finished her inspection, Megan stood up. 'Delicious, and very pretty, girls. I want you to put your stockings and suspender belts on first and then you can do your make-up.' She passed us stockings, still in their packets, and thin black suspender belts. I clipped the suspender belt around my waist and then opened the stockings; a fine fishnet ... black, of course. I tried to make Mistress happy by making a show of putting them on. Keeping my legs straight whenever possible and giving her a good look at my bottom as I bent over. I noticed Helen doing the same beside me, remaining bent forward as she felt Mistress Megan touch her, squeezing her bottom appreciatively for a moment before spreading her cheeks to kiss her anus - Helen gave a sweet little sigh. Next, we were given black patent leather ankle-boots with five-inch heels, which we quickly put on, and then we were led to the bathroom. Helen had smaller breasts than mine and I was thrilled to catch Mistress looking past her, watching as my larger breasts moved with each step. The boots were difficult to adjust to - at least if I wanted to appear sexy but I enjoy wearing heels and was pretty sure I was walking well in them. She placed makeup onto the dressing table. 'I want you both to look the same, so both use the same make-up, it will add to the spectacle of my two house-maids. One stunning blond, and one stunning brunette. She was stroking our bottoms as we looked at her reflection in the mirror. 'There's red lipstick, and green, grey and blue eye-shadow, use them all. I want to see far too much makeup ladies, remember you're sluts so look like sluts for me. Oh, and red nail varnish, you can come out when the nail varnish is dry.' Thirty minutes later, were back in the bedroom. We put on the rest of the uniforms. White lacy tops with cap-sleeves, the neckline elasticised so it could easily be lowered. Over this, I put on a tight black 'waspie' corset, cinched at the waist to just below my breasts, and then the little black skirt with the stiff petticoats that come to just above our stocking tops. With a grin, Mistress Megan passed us small white aprons and mop hats to finish the look. I took them reluctantly, aware I was now a sexual fantasy figures, but also aware that I was feeling a strange mixture of sexy, ridiculous and extreme self-consciousness. 'You both look incredibly sexy.' 'Thank you Mistress,' we both bobbed a curtsey. 'There ... There aren't any knickers, mistress,' murmured Helen. I turned to see her pulling at her skirt trying to make it cover her bottom. 'No, there aren't any knickers,' confirmed Mistress Megan with a smile. 'Leave your skirt alone, your bottom is meant to be seen.' The doorbell went before anyone could say anything else, and we followed her to the door. 'Don't let me down, girls. If you refuse any of my requests this evening, I will punish you severely. Do you understand?' 'Yes, Mistress.' Bobbing another curtsy, I glanced across at Helen then reached out and squeezed her hand. She smiled but looked as nervous as I felt. 'Megan, I hope we're not too early?' 'No, of course not. Katje, Julia, please, come in.' Megan stood back from the door allowing two women to enter. They were both in their mid to late thirties and very attractive. The first had short dark hair and wore a fur coat. She let it fall from her shoulders as she came in and without a word passed it to Helen who took it and folded it over her arm. Beneath the coat, Katje, for that was her name, wore a short black dress, stockings and heels. 'You're very pretty,' she tilted Helen's chin with a finger, and then glanced down at her uniform. 'Very pretty indeed.' She glanced at me but didn't say anything. The second woman now entered and I felt a wave of panic rush through me - Julia Dale. She worked in my building, the floor above me...she was beautiful, often a fantasy for me, long legs, big breasts and a stern exterior that I had always felt hid a soft loving heart, but... 'Hello, Megan, and Josephine is here too, what a nice surprise.' She looked me up and down, a smile on her lips. 'I didn't expect to find you here, Josephine. And dressed so...prettily, I never would have guessed.' She kissed Megan on both cheeks and then unbuttoned her coat. Beneath, she wore a black knee-length skirt and matching jacket, white blouse and black stockings. 'Where do you know my little pet, Josie, from?' Megan helped Julia remove her coat and then passed it to me. Helen had already led Katje through to the living room. I stared at Julia. This was no longer a delicious game. Julia was part of my other life, my working life, the life of prim and proper Josie Crupper. I wanted to cry and run away and this Maid's uniform now felt ridiculous. 'Oh, Josephine works in my company. I've watched her with interest but only from afar. Different department and I had no idea she had similar ...' She reached out and brushed a manicured finger gently down my exposed cleavage, pulling the neckline just a little lower. '...interests. I've been looking forward to tonight's dinner, Megan. But now doubly so.' I smiled uncertainly. Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad after all, but Julia Dale could have me fired in an instant, and there would be nothing I could do about it. 'Well I'm glad to have brought you two together tonight. I'm sure Josie will do everything she can to make you welcome, won't you, Josie?' 'Yes, Mistress.' I blushed as the two women smiled at me. 'Josie, please pick that bag up and put it on the shelf will you.' Megan pointed to a black plastic bag close to the hall table and I realised I was meant to show myself for them. I blushed and decided there was nothing I could do but continue with the role I had been brought in to play. 'Yes, Mistress.' I turned and, making sure to keep my legs straight, then slowly bent down and picked up the bag. The skirt hardly covered my naked bottom when I was standing, but bent over I knew I was revealing everything to the two women. I was standing with my legs slightly parted and knew they were seeing my freshly shaven pussy lips, but at least my anus wasn't exposed. I could feel their eyes on me, and despite my fears that one of my banks senior partners was seeing me like this, I experienced a rush of erotic pleasure. Before I could rise, I felt a hand on my lower back indicating that I should remain bent over and on show for a moment - I froze. A hand softly stroked my naked rear, gently cupping each exposed cheek of my bottom in turn. 'Well this is a side of Josephine that we never see in the office.' 'This is the side that does anything I desire,' replied Mistress Megan's voice. 'Are you going to say anything in your office about her?' 'No! please.' I tried to rise but the hand on my back pressed me back down. 'I'm not sure what I'll do about this,' came Julia Dale's voice. I felt the cheeks of my bottom gently parted. 'Of course if she is good I might choose not to tell a soul...are you going to be good for me, Josephine?' Bent over like this with the cheeks of my bottom spread and a finger slipping into my exposed vagina I would have been happy to do anything for her. 'Yes, Julia. I promise to be good for you.' I jerked as my bottom was slapped. 'You will refer to Julia as, Mistress Julia, do you understand, Josie?' The question was followed by two further hard slaps and the finger in my vagina was joined by one that touched against my anus, I gasped as it pushed in. 'Yes, Mistress Megan, Mistress Julia. I'll be good, I promise.' The fingers were withdrawn, my skirt pulled down as far as it would go, and the hand removed from my back. I stood on shaking legs and placed the bag that I was still clutching, on the table. 'Shall we go through and join Katje and Helen?' Megan guided Julia through and I followed feeling very flushed and very worried. Katje was sitting back in an armchair holding up the hem of her dress while Helen, kneeling in front of her, slid black lacy knickers down her legs. As we came in, Helen glanced over at us but Katje took a handful of her hair and pulled her face down into her pussy. Sighing blissfully, Katje glanced up at Megan. 'I hope you don't mind me taking advantage of your staff, but you know how I love a beautiful blond eating my pussy, I just couldn't resist.' Megan smiled. 'Well I might make you pay later, but please, go ahead and enjoy the little slut.' She turned to me. 'Josie, please make sure that Julia has everything she requires. I shall be preparing dinner in the kitchen.' As Megan disappeared to the kitchen, I glanced to the writhing figures of Helen and Katje and then back into Julia Dents beautiful brown eyes. She stared at me saying nothing. 'Mistress, Julia. May I get you drink or ... or something?' I smiled, cross with myself for blushing deeply but this was very embarrassing moment. I had met Julia Dale on three previous occasions but each time I had been dressed in prim and proper banking clothes. Standing in a French Maid's uniform with a very short skirt, stockings and no knickers was ... frightening. 'Something? And what would that something possibly be, Josephine? Are you suggesting you get down on your knees and lick my pussy like your slut friend is doing to Katje?' I bit my lip and then remembered my lipstick. 'If you wish, Mistress, I'll do anything you ask.' 'I'm shocked with you Josephine. You're dressed like a slut and now you're offering to do lewd and disgusting things for me ... do you like working at the bank?' Oh, good grief. I felt tears well up. 'Yes, Mistress Julia. I do like working at the bank. Please...I'm so sorry for all of this and if...' 'Turn around and bend over...that's right ... now, touch your toes and don't move.' 'Yes, Mistress Julia.' A little shocked, I did as she asked, bent over and keeping my legs straight, held my stocking clad ankles. Once again, my bottom and pussy were on display leaving me totally humiliated in front of a senior work colleague. 'Spread your legs.' 'Yes, Mistress Julia.' 'Pull up your stockings they're a disgrace, just like you. I can't believe a representative of the bank would carry on in this disgusting fashion. 'Ow!' I flinched as her hand came down hard on my bare bottom, quickly followed by several more. 'Ow,ow ow! Please, Mistress, Julia.' 'I shall have to consider very carefully how you should be punished. Spread your bottom cheeks for me.' 'Yes, Mistress Julia.' I did as she asked and waited for her fingers to penetrate me, but nothing happened. 'Stay like that, Josephine.' I heard her go to the kitchen leaving me alone in a humiliating position. There was a muffled conversation, the sound of a glass of wine being poured, and then she was back. Her hand, chilled from the cold wineglass, began caressing my bare bottom, her fingers dancing over my exposed anus and open pussy lips. 'Naughty, but very pretty and compliant. Stand up and turn around.' 'Look me in the eyes.' It was hard, but I did as she asked, she really is a beautiful woman I thought, and then remembered how much trouble I was in. 'I'm so ...' 'Shhh,' she put a finger to my lips and then the hand went down to my skirt, found its way beneath, and began stroking my clitoris. 'Do you like that?' I looked into her eyes and realised I was really enjoying the experience. 'Yes, Mistress Julia.' 'Good. You know, Josephine. I've been thinking that I should move you to my department.' I opened my legs a little further and her finger slipped inside my wet vagina and then began moving along the length of my pussy lips. 'You would have to work very closely with me, what do you think?' Keeping eye contact while you're being fingered by a beautiful woman isn't as easy as it may sound. 'I think ... I think that would be...' Before I had a chance to finish, the finger was removed from my cunt, and brought wet and fragrant to paint my lips with pussy juice. When she forced it into my mouth, I sucked it, still looking at her. The finger was withdrawn, and she glanced down at my exposed cleavage, a smile lit her face. 'I have always wanted to ...' She slowly lowered my top, exposing my breasts and once again, I was blushing, fighting the impulse to cover my rapidly hardening nipples. 'Well you are a big girl, aren't you.' She cupped my breasts, lifting them slightly before letting them fall. 'What cup size are you, Josephine?' She continued softly squeezing them as she looked into my eyes. 'I'm a D cup, Mistress.' 'Mmm, Make your nipples hard for me.' I rolled my nipples between my fingers, pulling on them, pinching them, enjoying the look on her face as she stared transfixed by my breasts, unaware that I was studying her. She brought the wineglass up and I cupped my breasts so she could rub the chilled, misted sides against each nipple. 'Dinner is served,' called Mistress Megan. 'Do not cover yourself. I want to see you like this,' she instructed. 'Yes, Mistress,' I replied, and then bobbed a curtsy. She smiled at me and then went to join Mistress Megan at the table. Resisting the impulse to cover my breasts, I walked to the kitchen to help bring out dishes. Maid to Serve For the second consecutive growing season, the monsoons had failed to arrive over the Indian rice paddies. Without the heavy annual rainfall, the Nalwali family had been unable to produce their customarily bountiful crop of top quality rice. It was the proceeds from the rice crop that allowed the Nalwali family to not only survive but to provide the resources to keep the land they farmed. For generations, the Nalwali family had produced some of the most successful rice crops in their region. They were a poor hard working farm family and the second year of drought had added to their desperate situation. This year, like the last, was going to be a disaster for all the local rice farmers, including the Nalwali family. Without the normal rains that flooded the rice paddies, production was going to be barely above that which was needed to feed the family and hold a bit in reserve for next season's planting. In the more bountiful years, Mr. Nalwali had sold nearly his entire crop to Mr. John Price. Mr. Price was aptly named. He was the Vice-President for purchasing for a major American food manufacturer based in Chicago. He was tasked with obtaining the raw materials from which his company made their food products. His position required him to travel all over the globe representing his company to the farmers in their fields. Mr. Price was in his mid forties and had been with his employer ever since his college graduation. In the past twenty years, he had used modern technology and personal contacts to fill his employer's needs with the best raw materials available from around the world. He had always worked hard to get his employer the best commodities at a fair price. Therefore, his Board of Directors had given him a free hand in negotiating for the commodities from the producers. Mr. Price's employer preferred purchasing their raw materials directly from the producers rather than on the open commodities market. Buying through a broker at the Chicago Mercantile Exchange would have been much easier and somewhat cheaper for them. However, the company executives believed they could get a superior product at a more economical price by going directly to the producers. They would have little control over the price and quality of the products they needed if they bought on the open market. In spite of being in his forties, Mr. Price was in excellent shape. He worked out regularly, and weighed just slightly more than he did while in college. Dealing with farmers in their fields around the world had kept him trim and well tanned. His deep blue eyes were as sharp as ever. Mr. Price had always negotiated firmly but fairly with the producers with which he dealt. He was no happier about Mr. Nalwali's drought induced situation than the farmer and his family. Although he had been forewarned of the drought like conditions through satellite recognizance and local harvest projections. He was nonetheless disturbed by the severity of the problem. The entire region had suffered from the lack of rain. The rice that had been produced this year was of poor quality and very low quantity. With their heads deeply bowed, Mr. Nalwali and his family met with Mr. Price. Mr. Nalwali apologized repeatedly for the failure of his crop and inability to satisfy Mr. Price's needs. "Please Sir, forgive me. It is my fault. I should have planned for this. We may loose our land if the rains do not come soon. We may have to sell part of our family's land to cover our debts." The distraught man was beside himself in grief and shame. For the second consecutive year, he had failed to have a good crop to sell to his long time customer. Being a strong man, he didn't want to let Mr. Price, or his family, see his emotions, but they were just below the surface. Mr. Price was not an uncaring man. He also didn't want to loose a good supplier of some of the finest rice his company used. "Mr. Nalwali, you have no control over the weather. What could you have done? These things happen. I have a proposition for you. Have you ever heard of the futures market?" Mr. Price asked. "No, Sir." Mr. Nalwali answered. Mr. Price continued. "Well, in brief, at the farm level it works like this. I can prepay you for your future rice crops now, and you provide the rice next year." "You will pay for rice I don't have to sell?" Mr. Nalwali had never heard of such a thing. "Yes! You don't have any rice now, but I am confident you will have some next season. I have the authority on behalf of my company to make such a deal if you are interested. Of course, as a representative of my company, I must get a good deal on the future rice or they will not allow the futures purchase. Do you understand, Mr. Nalwali?" Price asked. "I think so, Sir." "OK, here's my offer. For the next five years, I will buy your entire crop of rice, except for what you need for your personal use and replanting. I will pay for half of next year's crop now. However, I must insist on a five percent discount from the then current price of rice when the crops are harvested. That way my company gets the rice they need at a bargain cost, I provide them with a steady supply of top quality rice, and you and your family can continue to farm your land. You will have the incentive to work hard because the more rice you produce, the more money you make. Do we have an agreement, Mr. Nalwali?" Mr. Price extended his hand to seal the deal. Mr. Nalwali excitedly took the offered hand and shook Mr. Price's hand vigorously. The deal was done. Over the years, Mr. Price had found that local farmers around the world were very much alike. Lawyers were seldom needed to make a binding agreement with them. However, his company's lawyers would not accept such a handshake agreement. Therefore, the standard contract would be pulled off Mr. Price's laptop and printer when he returned to his hotel room later that day. He could also get final authorization for the deal at that time as well. He would bring it to Mr. Nalwali the next day to be sighed. Besides, if the weather or Mr. Nalwali failed to produce a crop of rice next year, no further money would be expended, and another supplier could be found at that time. All parties were happy with the deal. As Mr. Nalwali continued to shake Mr. Price's hand, his mood visibly cheered. "Mr. Price, please sir, allow me to introduce my family." "Of course! I would enjoy meeting your family. After all the years we've been dealing together, I have never been properly introduced to your lovely family." Mr. Nalwali pulled a reluctant woman who seemed to be hiding behind him to his side. "Sir, this is my wife, Maina." Maina bowed deeply and quickly stepped back behind her husband. The two oldest children, young men, stood ridged as they bowed and shook Mr. Price's hand. They were introduced as Mantu and Rega. Next, Mr. Nalwali introduced his twin girls. They appeared to be about eight years old. They bowed as their father introduced them. Bitu, a boy, was next. He was probably ten or twelve. He then introduced his youngest daughter. "And this is my little queen, so we call her Rani." Rani stood tall and proudly stuck out her hand. Mr. Price grasped Rani's hand with a wide grin. The older man bowed deeply and shook the young girl's hand. The twins and Rani then giggled and ran from the room. Laughing and returning to a standing posture, Mr. Price asked. "And whom do we have here, Mr. Nalwali?" Mr. Price indicated a young woman standing behind her mother. "She is a very lovely young lady." The girl stood with her head bowed as her father introduced her. "This is Naina, Sir." It was evident by the look on his face, Mr. Nalwali was very proud of his entire family, especially Naina. Even though she was wearing a scarf over her head and was modestly dressed, Mr. Price could see she was very lovely indeed. Her rounded face was surrounded by dark brown hair with light brown highlights. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle. With a broad grin, Mr. Price presented his hand to Naina. "Such a beautiful young lady should not be hiding herself. How do you do, Naina?" Naina nervously raised her head, took Mr. Price's hand and shook it. In almost perfect but accented English, she replied. "I am very well, Sir. Thank you." The connection between Mr. Price and Naina was immediate and electrifying, especially to Naina. At the touch of their hands, a shiver ran up her arm and spread over her entire body. She knew instantly something had just happened. Just what it was she did not know. Mr. Price had felt it too. He then smiled broadly at the young lady, and with a glint in his eyes, said to her. "It is indeed a pleasure to meet you, Naina." When Mr. Price released her hand, she bowed her head and again stepped behind her mother and father. Mr. Price then took his leave from the Nalwali family and returned to his motel in the nearby city. Within an hour of arriving back at his motel, his maid and personal secretary, Abby, had the needed future's purchase authorization from the company's headquarters in Chicago. With the authorization and printed contract in hand, Mr. Price only needed Mr. Nalwali's signature to finalize the deal the next morning. Mr. Price arose early the next morning. He would be flying home as soon as he concluded his business with Mr. Nalwali. He had Abby pack his things and load them in the car that had just arrived. She also called the airport and had his private jet prepared for the flight home. The Gulfstream jet had a range of a little under 7000 miles. That long range was one of the deciding factors in his decision to purchase that model over several other fine aircraft. He knew he would be using it to travel all over the world and needed something that wouldn't need to be stopping too often to refuel. He had leased the aircraft to his employer. Through their monthly lease payments they were in effect paying for the it. They also picked up the fuel and maintenance costs as well. In effect, Mr. Price owned the Gulfstream free of costs. Upon his return to the Nalwali home, he was greeted warmly by Mr. Nalwali. Naina was quietly standing beside and slightly behind her father. Her head was again bowed. Mr. Nalwali happily signed the contract presented to him by Mr. Price. "The money will be transferred to you as soon as I deliver this contract my company's purchasing department in Chicago. Again, the farmer then bowed deeply and again expressed his gratitude to Mr. Price for making such a generous bargain. The farmer then startled the worldly commodities buyer. "Mr. Price, Sir, I have no way of ever repaying your kindness to my family. We will not loose our land now. We owe you a great debt." "You owe me nothing more than a fine crop of rice next year, Mr. Nalwali." Price responded. "With respect, Sir, we owe you much more than rice. We owe you more than we can ever repay. You seemed to like my daughter Naina when you met her yesterday. Is this not so, Sir?" "Yes, Mr. Nalwali. Naina seems like a lovely young lady. I am sure you are very proud of her." "Naina, come here." Her father instructed. The girl somewhat nervously stepped forward and extended her hand to Mr. Price. Her head remained bowed. John Price smiled and took Naina's hand intending to shake it as he had done the day before. He felt a slight quiver in her small hand as he gently surrounded it with his own. With a smile he told her. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Naina." Naina smiled but kept her head bowed as she and Mr. Price shook hands. Mr. Nalwali firmly surrounded Mr. Price's and his daughter's clasped hands in both of his strong and weathered hands. "Mr. Price, you have saved my families land. You like our Naina. I have only one way to repay our debt to you. Sir, Naina is yours! I make her my gift to you." A shocked Mr. Price stammered, unable to get his words out. For the first time in his life, John Price was speechless. Mr. Nalwali continued holding their clasped hands in his. Stammering, Mr. Price finally replied. "Mr. Nalwali, I can't take your daughter. That isn't done anymore. She is just coming of age and will probably be marrying soon. She probably already has a boyfriend. How can I take her from her friends and family?" "Sir, it is true that Naina is now eighteen. She is of marrying age and has been for several years now. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to save enough for her dowry. Any mate from a good family would require a substantial dowry before marrying her. I have three other daughters to think about. You will be honoring both Naina and her family by accepting her as my gift to you. Sir, Naina is now yours." Regaining his composure, John Price spoke in his normally controlled voice. "With your permission Mr. Nalwali, I would like to speak of this to Naina." Still holding their hands together in his, the older man nodded his approval. Price's mind was reeling with all the delicious possibilities this situation presented as he addressed the teen. "Ms. Naina, I am soon going to need a lead maid and personal assistant. The girl I have is going to retire soon. Would you be interested in serving me as my maid and personal assistant in my home and perform other duties as I may direct?" "Oh yes, Sir." Naina answered excitedly. "If that is what my father wants, I will obey his wishes. My father has always done what was best for our family. If my father thinks I should go with you then I will go. I will do my best to be a good servant in your household. I will do whatever you require of me." The girl raised her head slightly and smiled at Mr. Price. "Have you talked this over with your mother. It may be years before you return home to see them again." "We have...." Naina began to answer. Mr. Nalwali interrupted his daughter. "The family agree this is for the best and we will be happy for Naina!" "It will be an honor if you would accept my daughter as a servant in your household? She will work hard for you. Sir, she will make a good maid and do any other tasks you require of her." He then released his grip on Mr. Price's and Naina's hands. With a few seconds further thought, Mr. Price bowed to Mr. Nalwali and agreed to take Naina with him. "Mr. Nalwali, Naina will make a wonderful addition to my household staff. I am sure she will serve me well." Mr. Price then stood up straight and addressed the teen. "Very well! Gather your things, Naina. We will be leaving in just a few minutes." All three of them smiled broadly. Naina almost instantly produce a worn cardboard fruit box. It contained everything the teen owned. After a tearful goodbye with her family, Naina carried the box out to Mr. Price's car. She was followed closely by her new employer. The car's driver bowed and took Naina's box of belongings. He quickly stowed the box in the car's trunk for her. Due to the car's darkened windows, Naina hadn't see Abby until the driver opened one of the rear doors. Naina nervously settled into the car's rear seat next to the middle-aged woman. Mr. Price then introduced the two women. "Naina, this is Abby. Abby is my present maid. She will be training you in your duties as my servant. Unfortunately, she will be leaving me soon. You will be taking her place in all of her duties." "Abby, this is Naina. She will be my new servant. Please instruct her in all she will need to know concerning her household duties and matters of respect. I will personally conduct any other training she may need." Mr. Price instructed his servant. With a knowing smile, Abby nodded. "Yes, Sir. It will be my pleasure." Mr. Price and Mr. Nalwali bid each other well as Price entered the car's front seat. The car then pulled away from the only home Naina had ever known. The car sped on its way to the airport. The adventure that would be Naina's new life had begun. Since Naina did not have a passport, Mr. Price had his driver pull the car through an unguarded back gate at the airport and drive right up to his plane. The jet's engines were already warming up. In a matter of minutes, their things were loaded into the plane's cargo hold. A few minutes later, they were hurtling down the runway and winging their way skyward. Mr. Price sat quietly reading crop reports in his private office area. They had been in the air for over an hour and Abby and Naina were still chattering like a pair of teenaged school girls. Naina was excited and nervous about her new life. Abby was happy her replacement had been found. She knew she could now retire soon. Abby tried to calm and instruct the nervous teen. "Naina darling, I have been with Mr. Price for over twenty years. When I was about your age, I came to serve Mr. Price in much the same way as you have. My father owed Mr. Price a large debt that he could not repay. So, I became the payment to satisfy that debt. I went with him willingly and have happily served Master Price ever since. I have been well paid for my services. Over the years I have served him, I have seen the world. I have also saved enough money that I can retire in comfort. Master Price can be very generous. He can also be very stern if he needs to be. You will be expected to not only care for his house but provide certain services of a personal nature to Master Price. As long as you perform the duties and provide the services he expects, you will do as well as I have." 'Master Price?' The words 'Master Price' echoed in Naina's thoughts. The teen did not hear the part about providing him with personal services. "Abby, is it usual in America for a maid to call her employer master." The teen asked. "It is in Mr. Price's house and some others as well. He requires you to call him 'Master' when at home and in private. You will call him 'Sir' when out in public. Remember that and you will be fine." Naina had her first twinge of regret as she thought to herself. 'Should I have so quickly agreed to leave my family and go with this American businessman? Yes, it was her father's wish, so she had done the right thing.' She answered her own question. "I will remember, Abby." "Good! Now let's get some rest. It's a long flight home." Abby was soon dozing in one of the overstuffed chairs of the luxury jet. Naina was far too excited and nervous to sleep. She just stared out the window as the land and sea below rapidly passed by. As they flew into darkness, it seemed to Naina like it had been such a short time in the air. When she felt the plane nose down slightly and heard the engines noise grow slightly quieter. She woke Abby. "What's wrong, Naina?" The drowsy woman asked. "I am not sure." Naina then told Abby of the changes she had felt and heard. After a few seconds to gather her senses, Abby looked at her watch and responded. "We're alright, Naina. Master Price may just be making a brief stop somewhere. He does that now and then. He'll let us know where we are, if he wants us to know. Now, just relax. We still have a long flight ahead of us." A few minutes later, Mr. Price came out of his air borne office and joined his maids. "Abby, Naina, I'm sure you have noticed we are descending. I have decided to make an unscheduled stop. We will be staying overnight in Tokyo. I want my new maid to get a taste of some of the many places she may be going with me. That is, if she is a good and obedient servant. Will that be alright with you, Naina?" "Oh yes, Sir... errr, I mean yes, aah...Master. I want to be a good servant for you." John Price smiled at Naina. He was beginning to think he had made a good decision when he accepted Mr. Nalwali's gift. About twenty minutes later, the Gulfstream was on final approach to the Tokyo airport. Naina had never flown anywhere before. It was therefore a given that she had never seen the lights of a major city from above. She was fascinated by the sights below and kept her face glued to the aircraft's window. She finally pulled away from the window as the jet taxied not to the terminal but to a hanger near the edge of the field. Maid to Serve Over the years, John Price had freely shared his wealth with many airport and customs agents around the world. He had developed personal relationships with many of them in many of the world's largest airports. Some would have called it bribery. Whatever it was, Tokyo was one of the cities in which he had official contacts. Rather than going through customs with his two maids, a private car whisked them unmolested into the city. They spent several hours driving around Tokyo doing some nighttime sight seeing. Naina was in awe at all she saw. This was all so new to the intelligent, yet unsophisticated, teen. Mr. Price then had their driver take them to one of the best hotels in Tokyo. Again no questions were asked when he paid cash for the best room the hotel had to offer. As they entered the motel's penthouse suite, Naina was again in awe. Never had she imagined such splendor. The view of Tokyo below their window was magnificent. Even the servant's room had a beautiful view of the city. Abby went about unpacking while Naina seemed mesmerize by the opulence around her. Naina was brought back to reality. "Naina, come in her please." Mr. Price called her into the main room of the suite. He spoke to her like an old friend. "Naina, do you think you will like traveling around the world with me?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "If you live up to my expectations, you can expect to see the world. Over time, you can become rather well off as Abby has. I know all this is new to you, and you really don't know what I will expect from you. Don't worry about that now. We are all tired. You may return to the servant's room, take a shower, and go to bed. We will be leaving early in the morning and you need your sleep. If you would, please tell Abby I would like to see her after she has prepared herself and you are in bed for the night." Naina bowed and replied. "Yes, Sir." Before she turned to leave Mr. Price, in a soft and kindly voice, corrected her. "Naina, you will call me 'Sir' while in public. At home or in private you will refer to me as your 'Master'. Master John will be just fine. Is that understood?" Bowing her head Naina answered. "Yes Master John." As she left Mr. Price and joined Abby in the servant's room, she wondered to herself. 'What did he mean for Abby to prepare herself, and why must I be in bed for the night. No matter, whatever he wants of me, I will do my best to serve my new employer. I will be a good maid.' The servant's room had two small, but comfortable looking, beds and an attached bath. Abby had already unpacked her small suitcase and was in the bathroom. Naina gently knocked on the bathroom door. Abby called out. "Come in." Naina began speaking as she opened the door and billows of steam rolled out. "Abby, Master John wants you...." The sight before her startled the teen. Abby was standing in the shower shaving her privates. It was a shock to Naina to see such a personal thing. She had never shaved any part of her body, nor had she ever known anyone who did that. "I... I... I'm sorry! I'll wait outside until you have finished." "No, no! Please come on in, Naina." Abby insisted. "We girls should have no secrets from each other. Have you never shaved yourself, Naina?" "No! Never!" The teen was shocked and embarrassed to be asked such a personal question. You will want to start. I suggest you use my razor and shaving cream and start tonight by shaving under your arms. The rest can come later. It feels so nice without all that hair. Now, what did Master John want?" Stuttering, Naina delivered Master John's message. "M... M... Master John wants to s... see you after you have p... prepared yourself and I am in bed for the night." "Very well! I'll be done here in just a few minutes. I just need to rinse off. You can start undressing now if you like." Naina was reluctant to undress in front of another person. She had known Abby less that a day, and now she expected to undress in front of her. Abby sensed Naina's hesitation as she finished rinsing the lather from her freshly shaved pussy. "Come on Naina. Remember, there are no secrets between us girls." Still nude, Abby stepped out of the tub and faced her trainee. 'Good a time as any to start your training, girl.' Abby thought. She reached up and began unbuttoning Naina's blouse. Naina blushed but did not stop Abby's hands as they opened her blouse's buttons. In short order, Abby had Naina's blouse lying on the bathroom floor. Her bra soon followed allowing her large breasts to stand free. There was only the slightest hint of sag to Naina's sizeable tits. "Oh my, Naina. You have a magnificent set of tits. You must be at least a D cup. They look so nice on such a lovely young girl. Master John.... Oh never mind for now. Finish getting undressed and get in the tub. I think we should shave under your arms tonight. Don't you agree? You will need to keep your armpits cleanly shaved." Naina silently nodded her agreement. 'After all, Abby was her instructor.' The teen thought. "Good! Get in the tub, wash yourself, and I'll be back to get you started on those pits." As Abby started to leave the bathroom she looked back at Naina with a big grin and said. "Damn those tits are beautiful." Unsure of where her new life would take her, Naina still recognized a sincere complement when she heard one. Even if it was a complement for something no other adult had ever seen. Naina blushed and looked back at Abby. A smile slowly spread over the shy teen's face. Abby returned just as Naina finished rinsing the soap off her body. "OK Naina, time to shave those pits. I'll do one for you and then you do the other. Now, raise you arm." Abby lathered and carefully shaved the hair from under Naina's left arm. Since Naina had never shaved herself before, there was a great deal of hair growing in her armpits. It took Abby a little longer than usual to get Naina's armpit shaved smoothly. Abby then left the room, and Naina was left to shave under her right arm. When Abby returned, she was wearing dark blue baby-doll pajamas made of silk. She inspected Naina's armpits and smiled. "Be sure to keep yourself shaved smooth." Abby then handed Naina a long, silky white, nightgown. "This is mine, but you can use it. I'm sure it will fit you, Naina. Well, it may be a bit tight over those beautiful tits, but we'll get you some clothes of your own when we get home. Now, hurry and get to bed. I don't like keeping Master John waiting so long." Naina finished drying her hair, and got in bed. It had been a long and exciting day. She and Abby had a brief conversation about all the traveling Abby had done before Naina was overcome with drowsiness. Naina then seemed to fall asleep almost immediately. Sometime during the night she awoke to sounds coming from the next room. She couldn't be sure of course, but it sounded like the same noises that occasionally came from her parent's room at home. Grunts, groans, and moans were coming from behind the door leading to Master Price's room. After a while, Naina distinctly heard Abby's voice. Through the closed door, Naina heard Abby cry out. "Oh yes, Master! Give your servant what she needs!" Abby's voice trailed off after that. Naina had to strain to hear any more. "I am yours, Master! Do as you please with your servant! Oh yes, Master!" The next room then grew silent again. Naina slipped back off to sleep. She didn't stir until early the next morning. Naina awoke to Abby gently shaking her arm. The sun was barely peaking over the horizon as Abby shook Naina awake. At Abby's urging, the teen quickly got up and dressed. Within the hour they were again boarding John Price's Gulfstream. A short time later, they were wheels up and winging out over the wide blue Pacific. There would be no more sight seeing stops on this trip. Their next landing would be on the private strip next to Mr. Price's home. He owned nearly ten thousand acres on the edge of Yellowstone National Park. That much land and his multi-story home gave him the quiet privacy he wanted and needed. He could relax after the long and stressful trips to the far corners of the world without any disturbances. He could hunt and fish as much as he liked, which he did often. The isolation of his home also allowed him to keep any information about his staff off the radar screens of any governmental agencies that may have become interested. Several, including Naina had no documentation to legally be in America. Mr. Price paid his servants well. However, like Abby's salary had always been, most of their pay was deposited in an off shore bank, and no records were kept of the staff payroll. Periodically, each servant would receive documentation from the bank of how much they had in their accounts. They received only a little in the way of cash. They didn't need any. None of them had any family to support and, since they lived on Mr. Price's property, either in the main house or servant's quarters behind the main house, their daily expenses were covered by Mr. Price. The men shared the servant's quarters while the female staff remained in the main house. The Price household consisted of Abby who was his personal maid and secretary, James the chauffeur, Jose the lead ground's keeper, and Margaretta the cook. There were also several men and women who worked as household staff, in the stables, and around the grounds. Margaretta filled in as lead maid when Abby traveled with Master Price. She also occasionally filled in for Abbey with Master Price's personal needs as well. James and Jose had been hired through referrals from some of Master Price's friends. Like Abby, and now Naina, Margaretta had come to be in Master Price's service when her father had become indebted to Price. Margaretta's father, Juan, had been spotted trespassing on the Price estate. Juan was using a remote section of the property for some illegal growing activities when John Price spotted him. Price had been hunting when he came across Juan, his nine-teen-year-old daughter, and several Hispanic men. They were all engaged in the harvesting of a large quantity of a contraband crop. At the end of his gun barrel, Price had given Juan a way to stay out of jail and avoid deportation. Over their protests, Mr. Price had allowed Juan and his men to destroy their current crop and move on rather than be turned over to the local authorities. This generous offer was in exchange for Juan's daughter. She would be required to give a lifetime of service to the Price household. At first, Margaretta had fought against what she considered captivity. She was right! She was not free to leave. She stubbornly refused to do any work around the Price home. A few firm spankings applied to her bare ass by Master Price soon altered her attitude. It wasn't long before Margaretta had taken over the Price kitchen. Over time, she became an excellent cook. Her culinary skills not only impressed Master Price, but his globe trotting guests as well. Her sexual services to Master Price soon followed. Again, she initially resisted. She rebuffed Master Price's advances until he plied her with a large quantity of wine. When she was under the influence of the alcohol and giggling at Master Price's advances, he simply took what he wanted. Master Price had driven his cock into her cherry pussy, fucked her ass, and fed a load of cum down her throat. He then left the sobbing Margaretta in the horny care of James and Jose. Several of the stable hands and grounds keepers also enjoyed the pleasures of Margaretta's body. Before that single night was over, Margaretta had taken numerous cocks several times each in her pussy and ass. She had also taken several loads of cum down her throat. Margaretta became much more agreeable and cooperative with Master John after that night. Naina was visibly shaking with excitement as the Gulfstream touched down on the strip behind the Price home. Abby saw Naina's nervousness. She took the teen's hand and led her off the plane and down the steps to the ground. Master Price followed the girls off the plane and briefly spoke to them. "Welcome home, Naina. I think you will have an exciting life here. Abby, show Naina to the kitchen and have Margaretta give you both something to drink. I'll be in right away." "Yes, Master John." Both women responded. The household had been alerted to their arrival several hours earlier by the Gulfstream's pilot. Jessie and Jose met the plane as it taxied to a stop behind the house. They quickly gathered the luggage and took it into the house. They placed each piece in its owners quarters. Naina's things had been placed in the room next to Margaretta's which was next to the kitchen. As Margaretta handed them glasses of tea, Abby introduced Naina. "Margaretta, this is Naina. With a little training, she will be replacing me as Master John's personal servant. Abby and Margaretta looked at each other with a knowing smile. "Welcome Naina. I am certain you will find pleasure and excitement serving Master John. I will do all I can to help you settle in." "Thank you, Margaretta." Naina replied. Naina and Abby had just begun sipping the tea Margaretta had given them when Master Price entered the kitchen. Margaretta immediately handed him a glass of tea and hugged him fondly. "Welcome home, Master John. I've missed you." She looked and nodded toward Naina and continued. "I see your trip was a successful one." With his free hand, Master John returned Margaretta's hug. "Yes it was." He then slid his hand down to her butt, gave it a squeeze, and whispered into her ear. "I am sure Abby is tired from the trip. Come to my quarters this evening." Grinning broadly, Margaretta replied. "Yes, Master John. It will be my pleasure. Dinner will served in just a few minutes." Master John, his household staff, and pilot all dined together. Conversation was light and friendly. Everyone, including Master John asked Naina many questions about her home life, background, likes and dislikes. Master John was especially pleased to hear of Naina's education. Her schooling had included training in accounting procedures. Margaretta was especially interested in the foods Naina liked. "When you have performed well and pleased Master John, I want to treat you to some of your favorite meals." Again, Abby and Margaretta looked at each other and snickered. "Ladies, that's enough! We don't want to frighten Naina. I'm sure she will do her duties quite well." He then looked at Naina and continued. "Isn't that correct, Naina?" "I'll do my best to serve you well, Master John." The teen replied. "See folks. Naina has already learned how to properly address the master of this house." John Price smiled wantonly at his newest acquisition. As they finished dinner, Master John said he had some work to do in his study. "Abby, if you would, please show Naina her quarters. Then show her around the house and nearby grounds. After that, you are free for the evening." As he rose from the table, the Master wished his staff a pleasant evening and disappeared into his study. Abby directed Naina to her quarters. The room was small by American standards, but it was larger than the one she had shared with her sisters. She would be sharing a bathroom with Margaretta. She had her own cabinet in the bathroom which was already stocked with all the things a young lady would need to keep herself well groomed. "I suggest you keep your armpits shaved smooth and start shaving that pussy bush as well. I recommend you shave daily. Master John insists that all his female staff be clean and freshly shaved at all times." Abby instructed the teen. "Yes, Abby." Naina replied hesitantly. She didn't understand why, but agreed to follow the household's rules. Abby then showed Naina around the three-story home. It had every comfort a person could want. She was shown every room in the place with a few exceptions. She was not allowed into Master John's office or his private quarters. She was also not allowed to see inside what Abby referred to as the party room. Naina gasped in surprise when Abby showed the teen into her quarters. It was huge. It was located on the top floor next to Master John's quarters. There was a door between the two bedrooms. The first thing Naina noticed was the king sized four-poster bed. It was made of oak and was extremely sturdy. Abby also had her own private bath. "Serve Master John well Naina, and these quarters can be yours after I leave. Would you like that my dear?" Naina was nearly speechless. "Oh, yes!" She said breathlessly. "I really would. I will do my best to please Master John." She stammered in surprise. Naina was then led back to the main floor and out onto the patio. There she was shown the large swimming pool nearby and tennis courts not far off. There were a dozen horses in the stables. All these amenities and more were available to the staff, except when Master John was entertaining guests. The splendor that was Master Price's estate was far more than Naina had hoped for in her wildest dreams. She couldn't believe this was her new home. As Abby walked the awed teen back to her room, she laid out the next day's agenda. "After breakfast in the morning, we will go into town to get you some new clothes. When we return, I'll begin showing you your duties as Master John's servant. Now, I suggest you bathe, shave, and get a good nights sleep." Abby then left the teen alone. "Yes Abby." Naina replied softly. She was simply awestruck. Never in her wildest dreams had she even pretended to have such a life as the one ahead of her now. She was simply overwhelmed by all that had happened to her over the past couple of days. 'But for now, I need to get in the tub. If the master wants the female staff shaved, I'll shave.' A short time later Naina was in her room preparing for bed. She was dressed in the nightgown Abby had loaned her in Tokyo and was brushing her hair before getting in bed. As she brushed her hair the movement of the silky nightgown over her dark brown nipples caused them to become aroused. She also couldn't help but notice the sensual tingling coming from her freshly shaved pussy. As she climbed into her comfortable bed she thought to herself. 'Shaving myself makes me feel nice. I think I'll like some of these new ways of doing things.' She quickly slipped into a deep sleep. Early the next morning Abby woke Naina. While the staff ate breakfast, they chatted about the activities of the day. Mr. Price was not at breakfast. He was already airborne winging his way to his company's Chicago headquarters. Abby and Naina headed into town shortly after breakfast. The nearest larger community was over an hour away by car. James drove the ladies so the girls could chat along the way. Abby took the time to begin explaining Naina's new duties. "Naina honey, you will find you new life both demanding and exciting. The world travel and luxurious surroundings are just part of your job. You will oversee the staff of other maids and be certain the house is always immaculate. You will be Master John's personal secretary and accountant. You will see to his travel needs and household accounts. You will easily and quickly learn all of those things over the next few weeks." Abby hesitated just a bit before continuing. "However, Master John will also expect much more of you than the other servants. As his new personal maid and servant, you will be required to perform certain personal duties for him. Do these duties well and you will be generously rewarded. Refuse to do them, or do them poorly, and you will find yourself on your way back to your family in India. Do you wish for me to continue, or would you prefer Master John return you to your family?" Maid to Serve Naina answered with only a slight hesitation. "I cannot return to my family. That would be much too shameful to my family and myself. I was sent here to be Master John's servant, and I will do my best to do what is expected of me." Abby smiled at her replacement. "Very well, Naina. Your training will begin as soon as we return home." It was late that afternoon when Abby and Naina headed home. They had bought Naina a complete wardrobe. They had purchased several dresses Naina would wear on a daily basis while working around the house. All of them were made of thin material that clung closely to her body. They were also low cut and showed a great deal of Naina's ample breasts. The skirts of the dresses hung loosely from her hips and came down to just above her knee. No bras or panties were purchased for daily use. Naina questioned the lack of these things. "Abby, if I don't have undergarments, these dresses will allow the light to go through, and my body will be seen. Abby explained the reason. "This is your first lesson of the duties you will be expected to perform. You will not wear panties or bras while at home. Master John likes to see his servants' bodies as they work. Do you have a problem with the Master seeing you?" Naina thought for a brief time. "No. I think that will be OK. I suppose since Master John brought me here, he has a right to look at me." Abby smiled at her trainee. "Good choice." They had also purchased some elegant dresses for entertaining Master John's guests. These dresses, like her daily dresses, had very low cut tops that barely covered breasts. The very short skirts would show her ass every time she bent over. Naina's travel attire consisted of conservative pant-suites. Several pairs of shoes appropriate for wear with the various outfits were added to their purchases. Finally, a stop at the lingerie shop completed their shopping. Naina left the shop with several pieces of nightwear. They included a long white silky gown like the one she had borrowed from Abby. She also had bought a French maid's outfit, a white low cut top and thong panty set, and finally, an extremely provocative baby doll nightie with crotchless panties in pale blue. As they left the lingerie shop and climbed into the car, Naina questioned their purchases. "I don't know about wearing some of these things. They show much too much of me." Abby looked at Naina with a stern glare in her eyes. "Naina, you will wear whatever Master John wants you to wear. If he wants you to wear these things you will wear them. Hell, if he wants you to parade around nude, you will do it. That is unless you want to go back to your family. You now belong to Master John. He doesn't own you, but if you don't do as the Master wishes you will be on your way back to India before you know it. He has already spent a lot of money on you. Is this how you will repay him?" When Naina didn't answer, Abby grabbed her upper arm and pulled the teen close. Face to face with anger in her voice, Abby demanded an answer. "Well? What will it be? Will you obey and accept the clothing and training Master John wants you to have. Or, does he have to send you back?" With tears welling up in her eyes, Naina lowered her head. She remembered the promise she had made to her father, Master Price, and herself. She had promised to be the best servant she could be. The teen was beginning to realize what was meant by 'personal services' to Master Price. With tears welling up in her eyes, she replied in a very soft voice. "I am sorry. I'll obey." "What? Speak up so I can hear you, Naina!" Abby insisted. Naina looked up and repeated her words. "I'll obey." Abby's face immediately returned to the usual friendly expression. "Good! Now, let's enjoy the ride home. We will begin your training as soon as we get back home." Over the next few weeks Naina quickly learned her household duties from Abby. She proved to be an excellent domestic worker and supervisor of the other staff. Abby also showed Naina Master John's travel and bookkeeping systems. Her schooling in accounting allowed Naina to quickly grow into an excellent bookkeeper and travel agent for Master John. She seldom saw Master John during her training period. Then, late one evening Abby knocked on Naina's door. "Enter." Naina called from within. "Naina, Master John wants you to put on your white nightie and come to his quarters." Abby informed the teen. She had already taken her evening bath and shaved. So she could quickly change from her silky gown to the outfit Master John had requested. As Naina left her quarters she glanced at the full-length mirror hung on her wall. Her lips curled into a smile. The low cut top allowed a great deal of her breasts to spill out. The thong hid nothing of her firm young hips and butt. She thought to herself. 'I look pretty good. I hope Master John will like what he sees.' As she closed her door, she remembered her promise to be the best servant she could. She knew this visit to Master John's quarters was not just to be given more job instructions. Again to herself she thought. 'He's going to want have sex with me. He'll want me to do things I've never done before. I will do the best I can at whatever Master John wants me to do.' Naina took a deep breath and swallowed hard. She softly knocked on Master John's door. "Come in, Naina." John Price called from behind the door. Naina slowly opened the door and stepped into Master John's quarters. She found him seated at his desk wearing a long dark robe made of silk. He appeared to be going over his books and travel agenda. 'Maybe he does just want to talk about my job.' "Naina, come stand next to me. I want to ask you about some of your entries here." Master John instructed. "Yes Master John." Naina smiled at him as she approached the desk at which he was seated. She visibly relaxed as she walked across the room. She was a bit disappointed Master John hadn't even mentioned her appearance. Naina stepped up to the desk and stood next to Master John's right side. "Naina, your work has been excellent thus far. I have just a couple of questions for you. Can you please tell me what your comments mean where I have made notations on the ledger and travel log?" "Yes, Master John. It will be a pleasure to explain my work." Naina then bent slightly over the desk and proceeded to inform Master John of the meaning of her notes. As Naina spoke of her work, Master John reached out with his right arm and patted her bare left leg. He then slid his hand up her leg and patted her firm teenaged ass. The startled Naina gasp and stood upright with a jerk. Though she was nervous and frightened, she said not a word. "As you were Naina, and continue with your discussion." Master John told her. He then raised his hand to her shoulder blades and gently pushed until she bent over again. He then lowered his hand and began rubbing all over Naina's backside. Slowly the nervous teen resumed her explanations. She quickly got used to Master John's hand on her backside. She even began to enjoy the attention her Master was giving her butt. When she finished explaining her work, Naina stood up and smiled at Master John. "Will that be all, Master John?" "No Naina. Please bend over again. I was very much enjoying the feel of your tender ass." Without a word, Naina bent over the desk again. This time she bent a little further and Master John squeezed a hand full of her ass cheeks. "That outfit makes you look absolutely wonderful, Naina." "Oh thank you, Master Jooooohn." Naina gasped as Master John slid his hand low on her ass and rubbed a finger over her thong covered pussy. Though she was frightened, Naina didn't move. 'I will be the best servant I can. I will please Master John.' She reminded herself. "Naina honey, please spread your legs a little." He told the teen. Naina did as asked. She spread her legs giving Master John easier access to her virgin pussy. He gently stroked his fingers up and down Naina's dampening pussy. He soon realized she was getting very wet. Her sexual aroma was beginning to waft up to his nose. She smelled delicious. "Naina, stand and face me please." She did as instructed without hesitation. John took both of her hands in his and looked her up and down. Her nipples were clearly visible through her thin top. They were erect and pushing firmly into the thin silky material covering her tits. Her pussy's juices had made a large wet spot on her thong. "You look beautiful, Naina. You have been doing your other duties very well. Now, it's time for your final phase of training to begin. Are you ready?" Nervously, the teen nodded her head. "I think so Master John. I promised to be the best servant I can for you. Do what you want with me. I don't know what to do, but I will learn." Master John smiled at her. He then stood and hugged Naina firmly to his chest. "I know you are a virgin, Naina. That is part of what attracted me to you. We will soon take care of your virginity. I believe you will soon become one of my best servants." He then scooped her up into his arms. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him back. Master John effortlessly carried his servant to his large bed. Naina was placed on her feet next to Master John's bed. He sat on the edge of the bed facing her. He turned Naina and pulled her backwards until she was standing between his legs with her back to his chest. He used both hands to again pat and rub her ass. He fondled her almost as if he were inspecting the teen. When he pushed a hand between her legs, Naina spread her feet without being told. After petting her pussy just a short time, Naina had become very wet and was moaning softly. Master John slowly slid his hands up her sides and reached around to cup a tit in each hand. Her tits were soft and firm. Her nipples rock hard. She moaned again when Master John pinched and rolled her nipples. He then turned Naina until she was facing him. With a finger under each gown strap, Master John slipped them over her shoulders and let her nightie fall to the floor. Naina stiffened a bit, but soon relaxed again. Master John pulled Naina close and began sucking her nipples. He alternated between them until Naina was moaning loudly with desire. "You have such wonderful tits, Naina." "Thank you, Master John." As her lust built, Naina pulled Master John's head tightly to her chest. He released her nipple took a tit into each hand and began kissing between them. He soon left a half-dollar sized hickey in the center of her chest between her tits. While still seated, Master John slid his hands back down Naina's body and hooked a thumb into her thong's waistband. As his hands slowly continued over her ass and down her legs, the thong went with them. When her thong was draped around her ankles, Naina stepped out it. Naina then stood nude before Master John. He then pushed back from her chest and admired his newest servant. "You are very beautiful, Naina." Master John told her. He then bent forward and sniffed at her wet pussy. He took her by the hips and pulled her pussy closer. He let his tongue take a quick lap at the top of her slit. Naina gasped loudly. "Ummmm. There's nothing like the aroma and taste of a fresh virgin pussy. Come lay here by my side, Naina." Master John patted the bed next to where he was sitting. Naina did as she was told, but her nervousness was returning. Master John realized this, but he knew she would soon be relaxed again. He stood and moved to the foot of the bed. As Naina watched in awe, Master John untied and dropped his silk robe. Naina gasped again and her eyes snapped wide open. She got her first look at a man's cock. Master John's cock was about seven inches long and somewhat fatter than the norm. Master John chuckled when he saw the shocked look on Naina's face. "Relax baby. I think you will like what happens next. Will you spread you legs wide for me, Naina?" Naina was visibly shaking as she slowly did as she had been asked. Master John slowly crawled up the bed between Naina's spread legs. Master John started at her right knee and kissed and licked his way up Naina's leg until she could feel his breath on her virgin sex. Naina tensed in anticipation. She was disappointed when Master John avoided her vulva. Instead, he started over at her left knee kissing and licking his way up that leg. This time, when he was close enough to feel the heat from Naina's virgin pussy, he planted a deeply passionate kiss directly on her soaking wet sex "Ooooh!" Naina gasped and jerked her hips. He then took another deep whiff of Naina's aroma. He then gave her a long slow pussy lip parting lick from her asshole to her clit. "Oh my God!" Naina cried out and thrust her hips up. She tried to follow Master John's tongue. There was no need to follow his tongue. Master John and his tongue attacked Naina's pussy with enthusiasm. He repeatedly drove his tongue as deeply as he could into her virgin pussy. He occasionally flicked his tongue over her clit. Naina was soon rapidly thrusting her pelvis up to her Master's mouth. She reached down and pulled his face tightly to her awakening pussy. Her first orgasm was quickly approaching. Her breath was coming in rapid pants. "Oh my God, yes! Oh Master John don't ever stop that." She begged. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeesssssss!" Naina's first orgasm washed over her body and shook her to the core. She thrust her pelvis up and held it well off the bed until her orgasm began to ebb. Naina then collapsed back to the bed in a dreamy post orgasmic state. Master John kissed her pussy one last time before crawling up beside the dreamy eyed Naina. He put his arm under her neck and shoulders and pulled her head to his. For the first time, he kissed his servant on her mouth. She cooed and melted into him. She eagerly pressed her body tightly to his. After snuggling a while, Master John slid his free hand down Naina's body to her dripping wet pussy. She immediately spread her legs for him. He gently inserted first one then a second finger into Naina's hot virgin hole. He used his thumb to gently rub her engorged clit. He fingered her pussy until she was thrusting up to meet his fingers. "Naina, are you ready to loose your virginity? Are you ready to get fucked for the first time? It will probably hurt." "Oh yes, Master John. I know it will hurt. Please take me. Please!" Naina was so horny she was begging for Master John to take her. He kissed her tenderly as he rolled his body onto hers. Naina spread her legs widely to give open access to her virgin sex. Master John reached down and rubbed his hard cock up and down her slit several times. Naina's lubricating pussy juices and his precum mixed to make both of them very slick. He then placed his cock's head at the entrance to her cherry pussy. Slowly, he pushed its head into her horny hole. Another push and an inch or so more of his cock burrowed into Naina's tight pussy. "Oh!" Naina gasped. She was not hurting but merely a little uncomfortable with Master John's cock pressing into her and spreading her pussy's lips for the first time. She could feel her pussy stretching to adjust to the invading cock. With the next push, Master John's cock bumped up against Naina's hymen. She gasped again as a sharp pain registered in her mind. "Are you alright, Naina? I will take your cherry now and it will hurt." "Yes, Master John, I am alright. Please take your servant. She was ready for you Master John." Master John pulled his cock back just a little. He then covered her mouth with his and passionately kissed the teen virgin. As he drove his cock fully into her hole, he felt her hymen give way. Naina screamed as the searing pain of her hymen being torn away sent a shock through her. Naina's body stiffened and a single tear ran down each of her cheeks. Her cry was muffled by her lover's kiss. She soon began to relax while the cock in her devirginated pussy remained pressed against her cervix. "I am OK now, Master John. You may continue." "Very well, Naina." Master John began to slowly take small strokes in and out of Naina's stretched and tender pussy. When Naina began tentatively returning his thrusts, Master John took faster and deeper plunges into her tight hole. It didn't take long before Naina was writhing on the bed beneath Master John. She eagerly returned Master John's thrusts. Her second orgasm was about to overwhelm her. Master John began slamming into Naina's pussy. His cock battered her cervix with each deep thrust. She grunted with lust each time Master John's cock was driven into her depths. Naina soon exploded in orgasm. She rapidly humped up to take more of her Master's cock. His cock erupted deep in Naina's pussy and sprayed her cervix with his hot cum. Naina began bucking like a rodeo horse trying to throw its rider. Naina wrapped her legs around Master John's legs and used them for leverage to thrust her pussy up to him. She wanted to take all of the cock she could get. "OH GOD MASTER JOHN! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM! I AM YOURS MY MASTER!" Naina screamed out as her Master continued to flood her cunt with cum. Soon both Master John and Naina fell back to the bed in exhaustion. When their breathing had returned to near normal, Master John asked. "Are you alright, Naina?" A wide grin covered Naina face. She dreamily looked up at her lover. "My God that was fantastic Master John. You are truly my Master, Sir. You may have me any time you want me." John lay comfortably on top of Naina. His cock slowly softened and slipped out of her devirginated pussy. He looked down at Naina and said. "You will be my favorite servant soon. You still have much to learn, but you are such an eager servant. You will soon learn to suck and swallow my cock and take me up your ass. I look forward to fucking those beautiful tits too. Do you understand?" "Yes Master. I never knew being a servant could be so wonderful. I will enjoy learning anything you wish to teach me." Naina said with a wide grin. "Good! You will take over Abby's position, including her quarters, as soon as she leaves and begins her well deserved retirement. She has become wealthy serving me. I am certain you will become happy and wealthy as well. Now sleep my servant. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. We will be flying to South America to buy coffee beans." Dreamily, Naina looked up at her lover and smiled. "Yes, Master." They slowly drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.