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Chapter 15
As Malai and Nira emerge from the bathroom, the sight of them in their new attire sends a shiver of desire through the mistresses. The clothing is indeed a declaration of their roles, the material clinging to their bodies like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.
Kamala Aunty's eyes sweep over Malai, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "You're learning quickly, my dear," she says, her voice a velvet caress. "But don't think for a moment that you're in charge here."
Sita Bai nods in agreement, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "We've had many girls come and go," she says, her gaze lingering on Nira. "But you two... you're special. Your bond is something we've never seen before."
Both Nira and Malai had been naked for a week and wearing clothes after such a gap of time feels a bit weird and different.
The fabric of their new clothes feels like a second skin, a stark contrast to the nakedness they've grown accustomed to. The sensation is both uncomfortable and thrilling, a constant reminder of their submission. As they navigate the house, their movements are more deliberate, their bodies acutely aware of every brush against the fabric.
Their mistresses watch them with amusement, enjoying the way the clothes highlight their curves and the obvious signs of their arousal. It's a game to them, a new layer of control to explore. "You both look exquisite," Sita Bai says, her voice filled with pride. "But remember, your true beauty lies in your willingness to serve."
Sita Bai teasingly says, "I hope you both know that Sachin uncle is returning home tonight?"
Malai’s eyes light up with excitement; when Kamala Aunty nips her excitement in the bud, “Not so fast, Malai. It is Nira who will serve Sachin Uncle tonight… Nira has been a virgin for too long and now she has attained her age to be emancipated from her virginity, right Sita Bai?”
The anticipation in the room is palpable, a heady mix of fear and excitement. Malai's heart races at the thought of Nira's impending deflowering, her mind swirling with a mix of envy and protectiveness. Nira, for her part, remains stoic, a mask of calm over her features, hiding the tumult within.
Sita Bai nods, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Indeed, Aunty," she says, her eyes flicking to Nira. "It's time for her to take the next step in her training."
The evening stretches out before them, a canvas of unspoken desires and uncharted territory.
There is a knock on the door! Sachin uncle has returned.
The sound of the door opening sends a jolt of electricity through the room. Malai's eyes dart to the doorway, her breath catching in her throat. Sachin Uncle enters, his eyes scanning the room, lingering on the two girls dressed in their new attire.
"Ah, so my little pets are dressed up for me," he says, his voice a dark chuckle that sends a thrill down Malai's spine. His gaze lingers on Nira, and she feels a twinge of jealousy. But she knows her place, and she watches as Nira approaches him, her steps measured, her body poised for whatever is to come.
“This one is a virgin with her hymen intact,” Sita Bai points at Nira.
Sita Bai's words hang in the air, a declaration of Nira's purity and an offering to Sachin Uncle. The room feels charged, the very air crackling with anticipation. Nira's heart races as she stands before the man who will claim her in the most primal of ways, her eyes cast down in deference.
Sachin Uncle's gaze lingers on Nira, his eyes darkening with desire. He takes a step closer to her, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his breath warm against her skin. "Then it's a special night indeed."
Malai watches, her body tight with a mix of arousal and trepidation. She knows what is expected of her tonight, to be the devoted servant, the silent witness to Nira's initiation into the world of submission. But she cannot help the stab of envy that pierces her heart. She has been there before, felt the sharp pain of his claiming, and the sweet agony of his possession.
Finally, the time comes when Nira is led to Sachin uncle’s room. It was already decided in the house that Sachin uncle will engage in coitus with Nira for two times only and then Malai will be sent to his bed for the rest of the night.
Nira is led to Sachin Uncle's chamber, her legs trembling slightly as she walks. The room is dimly lit, the scent of sandalwood incense heavy in the air. The large bed looms in the centre, the silk sheets a stark contrast to the harsh reality of what's about to unfold.
Sachin Uncle sits on the edge of the bed, watching her approach with a hungry gaze. "You're a beautiful girl, Nira," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Your training has been excellent."
Nira's cheeks flush at the praise, her eyes darting to the floor. She knows she's been groomed for this moment, that her entire existence in this house has led up to this point.
Sita Bai and Kamala Aunty watch from the door with supervisory attitude while Malai is allowed to watch as well, but as a silent observer.
As Nira approaches the bed, her heart racing, Malai can't help but feel a pang of both envy and protectiveness. She knows the pain and pleasure that awaits Nira, the delicate dance of power and submission that she's become so intimately familiar with. She watches, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding before her, her body tight with anticipation.
Sita Bai and Kamala Aunty stand at the doorway, their expressions a blend of amusement and satisfaction. They have orchestrated this moment, and now they get to watch their pupils perform. The tension in the room is almost tangible, a living entity that feeds off the electricity of desire and the unspoken expectations that hang in the air.
Malai watches with bated breath as Nira stands before Sachin Uncle, her heart thundering in her chest. The candlelight flickers, casting an eerie glow on their naked forms. Nira's eyes are wide, a mix of fear and excitement, as she awaits her fate. Sachin Uncle's gaze is hungry, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.
The air is thick with the scent of arousal, the anticipation a heady perfume that fills the room. Malai feels her own body respond, her nipples hardening and a warmth spreading through her core. She has seen this look in his eyes before, felt the weight of his gaze upon her. It's a look that promises both pleasure and pain, a look that has claimed her countless times.
As Nira's trembling hand reaches out to undo the tie of her skirt, the fabric slipping to the floor in a whisper of sound, Malai can't help but recall her own first time. The way he had looked at her, the way he had made her feel so small and powerless, yet so desired. It is a feeling she craves, a craving that never truly leaves her. She watches as Nira steps closer to the bed, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet, each step a silent declaration of her submission.
Sachin uncle bodily lifts Nira and gently lays her over the bed, Sita Bai softly says, “Spread your legs, Nira”
Nira complies with a gulp, her legs shaking as she opens herself to Sachin Uncle. Malai feels a stab of envy as she watches the intimate scene unfold. She knows the feeling of those strong hands holding her down, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. The way his eyes bore into hers as he claimed her, the sound of the fabric tearing as he ripped away her innocence.
Nira complies with a gulp, her legs shaking as she opens herself to Sachin Uncle. Malai feels a stab of envy as she watches the intimate scene unfold. She knows the feeling of those strong hands holding her down, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. The way his eyes bore into hers as he claimed her, the sound of the fabric tearing as he ripped away her innocence.
Kamala Aunty's eyes gleam with satisfaction as she watches, her hand idly tracing a line up Malai's arm. "Remember your place, my dear," she whispers in Malai's ear, her breath warm and sweet. "You will have your turn to serve."
The tension in the room is unbearable, a tightly wound spring ready to snap. Malai nods, her eyes never leaving the couple on the bed. She feels a rush of wetness between her legs, her body aching to be a part of the power exchange. Kamala Aunty says, "Brother Sachin, put a flat pillow under Nira's hips.... it will allow a deeper penetration of your penis in her vagina"
As Nira's legs spread, Sachin Uncle's gaze darkens, his hunger for her innocence palpable. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him, the young girl laid out like an offering, her vulnerability a stark contrast to his dominance.
With a nod to Sita Bai, he takes a pillow and places it beneath Nira's hips, following her instructions to ensure his claiming will be as thorough as possible. Nira gasps as he does so, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. The room seems to hold its breath as Sachin Uncle positions himself between her legs, his manhood standing tall and ready to conquer her untouched flesh.
Malai can't help but squirm at the sight, her body reacting to the memory of her own deflowering. She watches with a mix of longing and envy, her own desires rising to the surface like a tidal wave.
The air is heavy with anticipation as Sachin Uncle hovers over Nira, the head of his manhood poised at her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he claims her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. Nira's scream pierces the silence, a mix of pain and pleasure that sends a shiver down Malai's spine.
Sita Bai's eyes never leave the scene, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she watches Nira's innocence being torn away. Malai feels a pang of pity for the girl, but it's quickly overshadowed by her own need to serve.
Malai's thoughts are a tumult of emotions as she observes the intimate act. She can feel the echoes of her own first time, the pain and pleasure that comes with being claimed by a dominant partner. Nira's eyes, filled with a mix of shock and a strange sort of relief, meet hers for a moment, and Malai offers a small, encouraging smile.
The rhythm of Sachin Uncle's thrusts increases, his grunts of pleasure a testament to Nira's tightness. Malai's body responds in kind, her own arousal growing with every passing second. She knows her role is to watch and learn, to absorb the dynamics at play and understand the depth of their submission. But it's hard to ignore the ache within her, the longing to be a part of the act.
As the tension in the room reaches a crescendo, Malai feels a hand on her shoulder. It's Aunty, her touch gentle yet firm. "Remember, my dear," she whispers in Malai's ear, "Your turn will come. Be patient and serve us well."
The weight of Aunty's words sinks in, and Malai nods, pushing down her own desires. She watches as Nira's body arches, her eyes squeezed shut, and she knows the girl is close to her first climax. The scene is a powerful reminder of the hierarchy that exists within their unconventional family, and Malai can't help but feel a thrill at being part of something so darkly intimate and taboo.
Malai remains a silent observer, her heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of their joined bodies. She watches as Nira's face contorts with pleasure, her eyes fluttering open to meet Malai's gaze. In that moment, there's an unspoken understanding between them, a bond forged in the fires of submission.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, and Malai can't help but feel a thrill at the raw sexuality on display. Her own body betrays her, her nipples hardening and her core pulsing with need. She clenches her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fights the urge to join them.
The tension in the room is almost unbearable, the air thick with the scent of desire and power. As Nira's cries reach their peak and Sachin Uncle's grip on her hips tightens, Malai knows she's witnessing a pivotal moment in their shared existence. One that will forever change the dynamics between them, one that will cement their place in this twisted dance of dominance and submission.
The sound of their climax is like a symphony of pleasure and pain, a crescendo that leaves them all breathless. Malai's eyes never leave the sight, her mind racing with thoughts of what is to come and of the delicious thrill of knowing that she's an integral part of their depraved world.
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Chapter 16
Sachin uncle takes a break after liberating Nira of her virginity. This is the time she gets to nurse her sores from the coitus. She could feel the drops of blood resulting from her torn hymen.
Nira lies there, her body a canvas of pleasure and pain, her virginity a distant memory. Malai's eyes are drawn to the crimson stains on the pristine white sheets, a stark reminder of the girl's innocence lost.
Sita Bai approaches the bed, her eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and hunger. She runs a gentle hand over Nira's trembling form, tracing the path of the blood, a silent claim of victory. "You did well," she murmurs, her voice a velvet caress. "Your training is progressing nicely."
The room feels eerily calm in the aftermath, the only sounds the ragged breaths of the three individuals who have just shared in something so primal and intimate. Malai's thoughts are a whirlwind, a mix of jealousy, pride, and anticipation. She knows she's not to move, not to speak, until she's given permission.
Kamala Aunty steps forward, her eyes soft as she looks at Nira. "Come," she says to Malai, "Let's leave them to rest. We have preparations to make for your turn with Sachin Uncle tonight." Malai nods, her stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. She follows Aunty from the room, her eyes lingering on the entwined figures on the bed, the scene etched into her mind forever.
Sita Bai takes Malai to the bathroom. There she strips her naked. The only binding that she has in her hair; as her hair is neatly bound in a large natural bun.
“So, what’s the delay and hesitation? Sit on the commode and urinate…. We want your bladder to be empty before sex…” Kamala Aunty commands.
By that time Malai could hear the creaking of the bed on which Nira and Sachin uncle were laid. They had started a second round.
Malai's cheeks flush at the command, her eyes darting towards the sound of the bed before focusing on the task at hand. She approaches the commode, feeling the warmth of embarrassment and arousal mingling within her. As she sits down, she can't help but listen to the rhythmic sounds of Nira and Sachin Uncle's lovemaking in the background, the creaking of the bed a testament to their passion.
The sensation of her bladder releasing is strange, almost liberating in this setting of dominance. She feels a mix of humiliation and excitement, her body responding to the vulnerability. Aunty's hand on her shoulder is a constant reminder of her place, guiding her through this ritual of submission.
Once finished, Malai stands, wiping herself clean with the soft cloth provided. She looks up at Sita Bai, waiting for the next instruction, her eyes gleaming with a newfound eagerness to serve.
The sound of Malai's urine splashing into the water is a stark contrast to the moans and grunts coming from the bedroom. Sita Bai nods in approval as Malai completes her task, the scent of sex still lingering in the air. "Good girl," she says, her voice filled with a new level of authority. "Now, go to the bedroom and prepare the space for your service to Sachin Uncle. Make sure everything is clean and inviting."
Malai nods, her heart racing. She knows that her time to serve is approaching, and she can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of pleasing him again. She moves quickly, her bare feet padding against the cool marble floor as she heads to the bedroom. The sounds of Nira's pleasure are a siren's call, urging her to hurry.
Entering the room, she sees Nira's body, sweat-slicked and trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Sachin Uncle is still deep inside her, his chest heaving with exertion. For a moment, Malai feels a pang of envy, but she quickly pushes it aside. This is her time to shine, to prove her worth to her mistresses and to the man who has claimed her body so completely.
Sita Bai and Kamala Aunty knows that it is time to make room for Malai in Sachin Uncle's bed. They help Nira out of it and make her stand on the floor. They will take her out of the room. While Sachin uncle goes to the bath room. Malai knows she must make the bed again.
Malai sets to work, her movements efficient and graceful as she straightens the bed, her eyes lingering briefly on the stains of their passion. She quickly dismisses any thoughts of jealousy, focusing instead on the task at hand. She knows that she must be ready for when Sachin Uncle returns.
Once the bed is made, she steps back, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The anticipation is almost too much to bear. She can feel the heat between her legs, a constant reminder of her desire to serve. She watches the door, waiting for the moment she has been preparing for, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
As Sita Bai and Kamala Aunty guide the still-shaking Nira out of the room, their eyes meet Malai's. There is a knowing smile on Aunty's face, one that speaks of shared secrets and the thrill of the hunt. Nira's eyes are glazed over with pleasure, a silent testament to the experience she has just had. The sight sends a shiver down Malai's spine, a mix of envy and excitement for what is to come.
The mistresses leave the room, their footsteps fading down the hallway. Malai is left alone in the dimly lit space, the air still heavy with the scent of sex. She can hear the water running in the bathroom, the sound a metaphorical countdown to her own encounter with Sachin Uncle.
Her heart races as she awaits his return, her thoughts a tapestry of what she is learned from her experiences with them so far. The way his eyes bore into hers, the feel of his strong hands guiding her, the power of his dominance. It is a thrill she craves, a dance she is eager to perform once more.
When the bathroom door finally opens, Malai snaps to attention, her eyes locked on the figure that emerges. Sachin Uncle's naked form is like a god's, the water droplets on his skin catching the light like diamonds. His gaze falls upon her, and she feels a jolt of electricity. She knows she is about to be claimed once again, and she is ready to submit fully to his will.
As Sachin Uncle approaches the bed, Malai's breath hitches in her throat. He looks at her with a hunger that she's come to recognize, a hunger that she knows will only be satiated by her complete and utter submission. He doesn't speak, his intentions clear as he climbs onto the bed, his body radiating power and desire.
Malai's legs tremble slightly as she moves to position herself, her heart pounding in her chest. She's eager to serve, eager to please, eager to feel him inside her once more. The anticipation is agonizing, but she knows that the wait will make the reward all the sweeter.
The sound of the bed creaking as he settles in is the only noise in the room, the air thick with the tension of what's about to unfold. Malai can feel the heat of his body, the scent of him enveloping her as he moves closer. The world narrows to just the two of them, their breaths mingling as he leans in to claim her mouth in a bruising kiss. His hands roam her body, reacquainting themselves with her curves, her softness, her submission.
And with that kiss, the game begins anew. The power dynamics are clear, the boundaries set. Malai is his to command, and she's never felt more alive. She knows that she's a part of something dark and delicious, a dance of dominance and submission that she's been craving for what feels like an eternity. And as his hand slides between her thighs, she opens herself to him, ready to be used and claimed once more.
Malai Knows that Sachin uncle spent most of his manhood on the virgin girl Nira. Given Nira's tender age virginity it was obvious. She remembers what Sita Bai had told her. She gets up and takes Sachin uncle's semi erect penis in her mouth and starts to suckle it.
Malai's mouth envelops Sachin Uncle's semi-erect cock, her movements tentative yet eager. She can taste the faint hint of Nira on him, a flavor that sends a jolt of desire through her body. As she works to bring him back to full arousal, she feels a thrill at the power she holds in this moment, the ability to bring pleasure to the man who has claimed her.
Sachin Uncle groans, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head, guiding her. His grip is firm but not painful, a silent communication of his needs and expectations. Malai responds instinctively, her mouth moving in time with his gentle thrusts. The taste of him, the scent of their combined lust, it's all intoxicating. She's lost in the moment, her thoughts consumed by the need to serve him, to make him climax once more.
Her eyes never leave his, the connection between them a silent conversation of dominance and submission. She can feel his cock growing harder with each stroke of her tongue, each suck of her lips. It's a heady feeling, one that makes her core throb with need. She knows that her role tonight is to be the one who brings him to the brink, to be the instrument of his pleasure before she can claim her own. And she does so with a dedication that speaks of her absolute surrender to their twisted yet thrilling dynamic.
When Malai realizes that Sachin uncle’s penis is fully erect and ready, she straddles over him and gently guides his penis inside her vagina… it’s her time to please so she rocks the motion of coitus.
The feel of Sachin Uncle's hardened length filling her is almost overwhelming. Malai's eyes roll back in her head as she adjusts to the sensation, her body already attuned to his size and the way he takes her. Her movements are slow and deliberate at first, her hips rolling in a gentle rhythm that she knows will drive him wild.
The bed beneath them creaks in time with their movements, the sound a symphony of desire. Malai's breasts bounce with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive to the cool air. She can feel the wetness of her arousal coating her thighs, a testament to her eagerness to serve.
Sachin Uncle's eyes never leave hers, his gaze intense and focused. His hands grip her hips, guiding her movements, urging her to take him deeper. The power dynamics in the room are palpable, the air thick with the promise of what's to come. Malai knows she's doing well, that she's pleasing him, and the thought sends a shiver of pleasure through her.
Their rhythm builds, their breaths mingling as they move together. Malai's walls tighten around him, her body eager to milk every drop of pleasure from his cock. She's lost in the moment, in the dance of dominance and submission that has become so natural to her. Her thighs begin to burn, but she doesn't stop, driven by a need that's become almost primal.
The room is filled with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of their union. It's a cocoon of pleasure that blocks out the world outside, a place where the only things that matter are the two of them and the power that flows between them. Malai's moans grow louder, her movements more frantic as she feels the beginnings of her own climax building.
Sita Bai and Kamala Aunty had been hearing the music of their love making. As Malai cries out, Sita Bai still nursing Nira could not help but say, “Kamala, you have got your self a beautiful and a very nice keep…”
As Malai's orgasm subsides, she collapses onto Sachin Uncle's chest, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. The room is filled with the sound of their mingled pants, the smell of sex and sweat a potent reminder of their union.
Sita Bai's voice, filled with amusement, carries through the open door. "Indeed," she says, her tone dripping with approval. "Looks like she's learned her lessons well."
Kamala Aunty, her eyes still on the two of them, nods in agreement. "She has," she says, a hint of pride in her voice. "But she's still got a long way to go."
Their words hang in the air, a reminder that their relationship is one of constant growth and learning. Malai feels a warmth spread through her, a mix of pleasure and acceptance. She's theirs, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
The house is quiet, filled with the sound of breathing of the couple who has just copulated. Only Kamala Aunty and Sita Bai are talking. The voices are faint but for some reason Malai could hear them.
Sita Bai says, “Kamala Aunty, I was planning to ask my son Rakesh to come over in fact I already did…”
Kamala Aunty seemed to guess the reason, “Are you calling him over to have sex with Nira?”
Malai's ears perk up at the mention of Rakesh's name, her curiosity piqued. She lies still, listening intently to the conversation outside the door. The mention of Nira and sex sends a thrill through her, a heady mix of excitement and fear.
Sita Bai's voice is low, almost a purr. "Yes," she says, "It's time for her to serve another. And I think Rakesh will enjoy the experience."
The conversation continues, the words a siren's song to Malai's ears. She knows that she's not meant to hear this, that it's a secret shared between the two mistresses, but she can't help but feel a thrill at being privy to their plans. The thought of Nira, so young and freshly claimed, serving another man fills her with a strange sense of pride and protectiveness.
The sound of their whispers fades as they move away, leaving Malai to her thoughts. The house seems to hold its breath, waiting for the next act in their depraved play. She can feel the anticipation building, a coil of desire tightening in her stomach. The night is still young, and she knows there's more to come.
The presence of a younger boy in the house fills Malai with excitement however this night she is with Sachin Uncle. To divert her mind, she leans over to Sachin uncle’s ear and whispers, “Sachin Uncle, shall we do it one more time?”
Sachin Uncle's eyes darken at her proposal, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. He smirks, the corners of his mouth tilting up in a predatory smile. "You're insatiable, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down her spine.
Without waiting for a response, he rolls her onto her back, his body pressing hers into the mattress. He positions himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her swollen folds. The weight of his dominance is a tangible force in the room, and Malai can't help but gasp as he enters her once more.
Their second round is fiercer than the first, driven by the knowledge that others are waiting in the wings, eager to claim their own pleasure from their bodies. Malai's moans are a symphony of need and desire, her hips bucking against him as she meets each of his thrusts with her own. The room is a blur of passion and power, their bodies moving together in a dance that's as old as time itself.
Their movements grow more frenzied, the bed a battleground of pleasure and pain. Malai can feel the pressure building within her once more, a storm of sensation that threatens to consume her. She clings to Sachin Uncle, her nails digging into his back as she rides the wave of her second orgasm. The room seems to spin around them, the world narrowing to just the two of them, lost in their own little universe of lust and dominance.
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Chapter 17
As they lay there, panting and spent, the reality of what's to come tomorrow settles over them like a warm blanket. Malai knows that Nira will be expected to serve Rakesh, to submit to his desires as she has to Sachin Uncle's. But for now, she's content to bask in the afterglow of her encounter, her body marked once more by the man who has claimed her so completely. Malai can’t help but imagine what it would be to have sex with a younger male.
Malai's thoughts drift to the impending arrival of Rakesh, the young man who will be joining their twisted little family. She feels a strange mix of excitement and anxiety, wondering how he will fit into their depraved games.
The sound of footsteps in the hall snaps her back to reality. She watches as the door opens, revealing Sita Bai's smiling face. "Well done, my pet," she says, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Now, go clean up. We've got a big day tomorrow, and you'll want to be fresh for your next service."
The words are a cold shower, reminding Malai of her place in this twisted dynamic. She nods, her legs still trembling from her recent exertion, and moves to comply. As she leaves the room, she glances back at Sachin Uncle, who watches her with a satisfied smile. The power they share is intoxicating, a drug she can't get enough of.
The house feels alive with anticipation as she makes her way to the bathroom. The echoes of her moans still linger in the air, a reminder of the night's events. Malai knows that tomorrow will bring new challenges, new pleasures, and new opportunities to serve. And she can't wait to see where this dark path leads them all.
Last night was quite eventful. Hence, Sachin uncle, Kamala Aunty and Sita Bai are still asleep.
The sound of washing utensils wakes Malai up. She knows her place in the house. If she is not a slave but still, she has accepted to be Kamala Aunty’s keep. She is are supposed to be humble, docile, obedient, and lowly and yes, she has to do the chores.
As she hurries into the kitchen tying her dishevelled hair into a messy bun. She finds a naked Nira washing the utensils in the kitchen. Its already Seven o clock in the morning.
The kitchen is warm and humid from the night's activities, the scent of sex still lingering faintly in the air. Malai's eyes widen at the sight of Nira, her young, naked body glistening with water droplets in the early morning light. The girl looks up, her eyes meeting Malai's with a soft smile that speaks of shared secrets and mutual understanding.
Nira's cheeks flush slightly as she nods in greeting. "Good morning," she murmurs, her voice still a bit hoarse from the night's exertions.
Malai returns the smile, feeling a strange kinship with the girl who has also been claimed by the same men. She moves to the sink, taking a moment to appreciate the view before her. Nira's youthful beauty is undeniable, and she can't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the thought of what the day might bring.
"We should get dressed," Malai says softly, "We have duties to attend to."
Nira nods, handing over the washed plate she's holding. "I know," she says, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "Do we have permission to get dressed? Your mistress Kamala Aunty is sleeping and so is my owner Sita Bai"
The two of them finish the chores in companionable silence, their bodies moving in sync. It's a strange sort of intimacy, one born from shared submission and the knowledge that they are both there to serve the whims of their masters and mistresses.
Nira pauses in her task, looking over at Malai with a thoughtful expression. She considers the question for a moment before speaking. "We are theirs to command," she says simply, her voice carrying a hint of resignation mixed with a strange excitement. "Our futures are in their hands. We will serve, and in doing so, find our place in their world."
The words hang in the air, a stark reminder of the reality of their situation. Yet, there's a spark in Nira's eyes that suggests she's not entirely unhappy with her fate. Malai nods, understanding all too well the strange allure of submission. They share a knowing smile, one that speaks of a bond formed in the crucible of shared experience.
Their quiet conversation is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, and the two submissives snap to attention. The day has begun, and with it, the promise of new challenges and pleasures to be found in their roles. The house stirs to life around them, and they know it's time to don their masks of servitude once more.
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