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Subject: (lebny) Maid to Serve Sri Lankans 1/1 (reformatted) (femdom, inter, humil, male whore)
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"What's this?" asked Martin, picking up a grubby dollar bill from his pillow.

Damika fixed him with an angry stare and at once he changed his tone.

"I'm sorry Madam Damika. May I ask why you have given me this money?"
Damika sneered.

"This your pay whore. You say you want to be whore, this your pay. You cheap
whore, do anything for one dollar." She looked at Martin's stunned expression
and laughed. "What matter whore? One dollar too much for white slut? Maybe 50
cents better!"

"No Madam, it is the correct amount. I am your one dollar whoreboy, your cheap
white whore."

"Not only whore, asslicker too." said Damika, sliding out of the bed. "Madam
get up now. I need toilet. When I finish you clean with tongue, lick Madam's
ass good then give Madam shower. Then Madam need breakfast. Come, follow
Madam to bathroom pig."

Martin knelt on all fours and crawled behind Damika as the beautiful young
Sri Lankan girl walked slowly to the bathroom, gently swaying her lovely
brown ass. She did not bother to glance back at the white man who followed
her like a dog or as she preferred to say a pig.

As she sat on the toilet and began to relieve herself he bowed down before
her, his head pressed to the cold marble floor. A kick to his face from her
small but strong foot informed him she was ready to be cleaned. He raised his
head and found her bent over the toilet seat her ass thrust upward towards
him. He kissed each ass cheek reverently then gently prised them apart and
inserted his tongue inside her crack, licking and cleaning as he had been
instructed. As he did so tears ran silently down his cheek. Of all his new
duties this was the one he hated most, disgusting and degrading it reduced
him to no more than Damika's living asswipe. Nothing could be lower.

Unobserved by her pig Damika looked back at his tears and smiled. She always
felt a rush of pleasure when she saw how far he was willing to degrade
himself to please her. It gave her a feeling of strength and power that never
lost its intoxicating effect. For a woman who had spent most of her young
life in service to others, who like so many Sri Lankans had left her native
country for this faraway land just to clean another's toilets, it was like a
drug. She had never dreamed that she would ever be anything more than a maid
but now she was like a Queen, a Goddess.

She had been the pig's maid once, slaving away all day to clean his home, wash
his
clothes, cook his food, all for a pittance of a wage. He had been a cruel
master, never satisfied, complaining so loudly and bitterly that it brought
tears to her eyes and docking her wages for the slightest mistake.

He had had a white girlfriend when they first met, Susan was her name. She
had been an arrogant bitch, treating Damika like dirt and beating her
whenever she was in a bad mood which was often. Of course that was only when
Martin wasn't around. Whatever his faults he had never resorted to physical
violence and condemned it bitterly in other employers. Susan had another
habit she indulged in when Martin was at work, she liked to amuse herself
with Damika, fondling her ass, breasts and pussy while she worked, forcing
her to work naked or forcing her  to pleasure her by licking her cunt as she
drank wine on the balcony. She always insulted Damika during these sessions
calling her her "little darkie slut" and laughing as the Sri Lankan girl
wept. Damika was always sick after these sessions and cried for hours in her
room. Martin found her thus one evening and saw the bruises on her body too.
He demanded an explanation and when, between sobs, she managed to give him
one he flew into an almighty rage. At first Damika thought he was angry with
her for complaining about Susan and cowered on her bed but it was to Susan's
room that Martin stormed and it was she who found  herself out on the streets
that night.

Martin came to her room with various ointments and creams and applied them
gently to her battered body. His hands were soft and gentle, his touch loving
and he smiled warmly as he worked on her. It was then Damika realised that
this successful white executive might actually find her attractive and a plan
began to form in her mind, a plan to make herself more than a maid.

Her uniform grew gradually shorter and more revealing, her poses more
provocative, every bend designed to reveal a glimpse of her breasts or her
panties. She was a slim girl with dark skin, fine features, small, firm
breasts, a tight ass and flowing long black hair, a true exotic beauty and it
was not long before Martin, his bed empty now began to fall increasingly
under her spell, savouring every glimpse of her hidden form. He found himself
spying on her as she slept in her short nightdress, her sheets tossed off,
one bare leg dangling over the side of the bed as the nightie rode up over
her ass exposing her panties to him. He was even able on occasion to watch as
she showered, his hand on his crotch as he harden at the sight of her firm
young body in all  its naked glory. Eventually he found himself sneaking into
her empty room to kiss and sniff her "carelessly" discarded panties. He never
once suspected that all his supposedly secret activities were being carefully
orchestrated by his maid.

Although it was obvious that Martin was becoming increasingly infatuated with
her, he could barely hide the erections that sprang up whenever she was near
him, Damika never feared that he might be tempted to assault her in any way.
She had done some spying of her own in her time in Martin's house and she
knew all about his relationship with Susan, knew how in the bedroom Susan
treated him the same way she had treated Damika, as her slut, her slave. Yes,
her bullying master enjoyed being a slave in the bedroom, enjoyed being
dominated by a woman. and soon he would be dominated by her. Strange Damika
was to reflect later that the woman she hated most in all the world was also
the one who had shown her the key to a new future.

Finally, one hot sultry evening when she had seen Martin stand at her doorway
masturbating as he gazed on her naked, sweating body before fleeing as he
sensed she was awake, she walked slowly, still naked to his bedroom where he
tossed and turned unable to sleep in the heat of the night and his desires.
His mouth opened wide but he was too surprised to speak as his maid, the
object of all his fantasies of submission in recent weeks stood beside his
bed, naked in all her perfect beauty, arms on hips as she stared down at him
with the cold contempt he had often imagined on her face.

"You want Damika yes?" she demanded, although it was more a statement than a
question.

Martin nodded his head weakly. His raging erection, only inches from her, made
denial useless.

"Damika let you please her but there is rules. You agree or Damika no let you
please her. You agree?"

She looked questioningly down at Martin. Looking up at her face, so beautiful
and proud he felt he was in the presence of a Goddess just as in all the
femdom stories he had read.

"What are the rules?" he asked hoarsely

"First this. Damika maid but in this room she boss you servant boy. I give
orders you obey understand? You do anything I say." Martin nodded. This really
was a fantasy come to life! He could barely control his desire to cum.

"In bedroom my name Madam Damika. You no got name unless I give you. Anything
I call you you accept. Agree?"

"Yes Madam Damika, I agree." said Martin, bowing his head. "I wan to be your
slave, your whore. I  will be a good whore I promise."

"You better be good whore or Madam  punish you!" snapped Damika "Now out of
bed slave. Get down kiss Madam's feet. Show her you her slave now!"

Hurriedly Martin scrambled from the bed and crouched at Damika's feet,
obediently kissing each of her feet in turn. Damika laughed. The sight of her
white "boss" grovelling at her feet both amused and thrilled her. For the
first of many times to come she felt the incredible pleasure that came from
power over men. She had never felt so hot, never felt such such electric
shocks of pleasure in her pussy. She was already moist as she gave her next
order, using language she had learned from observing Susan in action.

"Pig hard but Madam no want cock tonight. Madam want to see white pig wank.
Wank for Madam pig boy!"

Martin tried to stand but Damika's foot on his neck forced him down.

"No stand. You pig, wank like pig!"

And so Martin remained on all fours, head bowed supporting himself on one hand
as he masturbated with the other. Watching him Damika unconsciously began to
finger herself, masturbating in time with her slave.

So lost was he in his real-life fantasy that it was only a short time before
Martin shot his load, jets of white cum spurting all over the carpet. At once
Damika stopped masturbating and fixed him with an angry glare.

"Pig cum no nice on floor. Madam take long time to clean. Now you clean like
pig. Lick cum. Lick now!"

Martin hesitated, he had never gone as far as this with Susan, but Damika was
not to be trifled with. Seizing him roughly by the neck she savagely rubbed
his nose in the cum.

"See how dirty you pig! Now lick or Madam get angry!"

Martin opened his mouth and Damika slapped his face, hard.

"No talk! Lick!"

And Martin licked, hard and fast, partly because he knew this was the only
way hewould ever get to taste Damika's lovely body and partly because this
was what he had so often dreamed of, to be humiliated and degraded by a
beautiful woman. Watching him obediently at his work Damika knew
instinctively that there would be no goingback now. A man who would degrade
himself like this would do anything she wanted. He belonged to her now.

Once finished Martin looked up expectantly at his new Mistress. Inflamed by
her overwhelming passions Damika could wait no longer. She lay down on the
bed, her legs apart and snapped her fingers.

"Come pig! Lick Madam's pussy!"

Martin obeyed with alacrity and Damika soon learned that Susan had trained
him well as his tongue teased and tormented her pussy lips and cliterus
before he licked and sucked her to climax after climax, climaxes which were
stronger than any she had ever experienced. If only she had had the chance to
be a dominatrix earlier. When she had finally had enough and sank back, her
body exhausted by pleasure Damika allowed Martin to suckle on her big nipples
as a special treat until they both fell asleep.

In the morning Martin thanked his Mistress for the pleasure she had allowed
him the night before and kissed her tight ass cheeks in gratitude. Then
Damika rose and went to her room to dress before preparing her master's
breakfast.

For some time their relationship continued like this, Damika ruling the roost
in the bedroom while continuing to serve Martin as his maid the rest of the
time. Indeed his attitude as her employer did not change. her salary did not
increase one penny and he was still a criticising bully. At first Damika
contented herself by taking her revenge in the bedroom, spanking and slapping
Martin whenever he had annoyed or bullied her, giving him humiliating tasks
to perform or denying him sexual contact. She was always aware, however, that
however respectful Martin was in the bedroom he still regarded her most of
the time as his hireling. He kept the two aspects of their lives entirely
separate  and neither her material position or her position in the household
had improved. This was not what Damika wanted and as she felt her sexual hold
over him grow to the extent that he had to have her in his room every single
night and would do anything she commanded just for a simple touch or taste of
her body, she set about attaining the station she desired so much.

It started in the bedroom as she ordered him to dress in her uniform, to
parade up and down in it, to masturbate in it, to make love to her in it, to
wear it night after night until he put it on without even a word from her
eagerly hoping for her approval. Then before the sex games began she would
give him chores to perform, fetching her food and drink and cleaning her room
or her shoes (with his tongue, naturally) or washing her clothes (tonguing
her worn panties was his particular favourite). As Damika's sexual favours
became increasingly difficult to obtain, entailing an ever increasing number
of what, for a rich man like Martin, were humiliating chores so his desire
for her grew ever stronger. He began to realise, as Damika had hoped he
would, that his greatest, if not only, pleasure in life came from serving her
whether as her bedwhore or as her maid.

And so it was that little by little Martin came to do everything in the house
while Damika became a lady of leisure content to e waited upon hand and foot
by her white pig maid who was now so in her thrall that he lived only to
serve his Mistress. The bullying Master of old was dead and buried replaced
by a compliant white maid who was bullied and nagged in his turn by an
arrogant Sri Lankan Goddess and who thanked her daily for the generosity she
shown in selecting him to be her slave and showered her with gifts and money.

As for Damika, she revelled in her power and the pleasure it gave her. From a
squalid room in a Colombo slum she had now rise to become Mistress of a large
house with a white man dressed as a maid at her beck and call. Her every
sexual whim and fantasy was indulged by this same white whore. She had money,
dressed in fine clothes, dined in expensive restaurants. She had reached the
summit of her former ambitions. Yet Damika was not content. The more her
power over Martin grew the more she needed to degrade him in order to
maintain the same level of intensity in her passions. For her the act of
dominance was infinitely more stimulating than sex itself, though that too
was fantastic Martin having been trained to satisfy all her urges to
perfection.

It was this need for ever greater control that had led her to make him her
asswipe, to begin paying him for his services, to demonstrate that he was
nothing more than her hireling whore and that he could never aspire to be her
lover or equal. And she found that the more she degraded him the more
degradation Martin craved. Long submissive despite a swaggering professional
career Damika's domination of him had brought all  his most repressed desires
to the fore. He was falling headlong into a bottomless pit of humiliation and
degradation and loving every minute of it.  ********** Once he had cleaned
Damika's ass to her satisfaction Martin ran her shower and bathed her
adoringly, rubbing soap over her entire body and gently stimulating her
nipples and clit with his fingers. Only when she had cum was he allowed to
dry her, again stimulating her as he dried her. Then it was time to dress her
in sheer silk panties, a half-cut bra of the same translucent material, a
clinging sleeveless red dress that barely covered her ass and had a plunging
neckline. The ensemble was completed by a red chiffon scarf and knee high
black leather boots lovingly polished by Martin's tongue.

"You like pig?" asked Damika, admiring herself in the mirror.

"Madam is even more beautiful than usual." replied Martin in all sincerity as
he knelt at her feet.

Damika looked down and smiled at his erection.

"Thank you pig. Madam must look good for her lover. He come visit today. You
like him. Very handsome boy. He like white whores too much."

She smiled broadly, flashing her perfect white teeth as Martin trembled at
her feet. Damika had often teased him about taking a Sri Lankan lover ("a
real man with a big brown cock") but he had never taken her seriously until
now. In a cold sweat he pondered how distant she had been lately, as if she
was hiding something yet strangely happy, how he had been forbidden to touch
her with his "little white maggot" for almost two weeks now. Was this the
reason why? Who was this man? hat would happen to him now? Would Madam still
want her slave? As these confused thoughts raced through his mind he failed
to notice Damika growing angry. Only a slap across his face woke him up.

"Breakfast!" snarled his Mistress

He served the food on the terrace, kneeling as always at her feet, begging
like a dog for scraps to fill the dog bowl Damika had bought him for
Christmas. This was the only way he ate now. Her meal finished Damika
motioned with her hand for him to clear away the dishes. Once he had washed
up he made to dress for work but Damika stopped him.

"You no go office today. You say sick. This big day for Madam. Lover come. He
want see maid. You clean house good for Master then you start work. You whore
now. You make money for Madam Plenty customers come today."

For a moment Martin was paralysed. What the hell was happening? Was her lover
really coming? Were other guests really coming? No-one except he and Damika
knew what went on inside these walls. To the outside world he was  still
Master and she Maid. Was she really going to expose him to public ridicule? A
faint voice inside him told him to resist but he knew he was too far gone
down the road of servitude to do anything but obey. Without a word he crept
to his room to put on his uniform. Damika meanwhile, smiled at his very
obvious confusion. Who knew what would happen today? Only one thing was
certain. It really was a big day for her.

Martin hurriedly pulled on a pair of Madam's old panties and slid into the
micro-skirted black dress that was his uniform. It was topped by a frilly
white apron and cap. He put on his black fishnet stockings, pulling them up
over his hairless legs, waxed like the rest of his body on his Mistress'
instructions, applied his garish red lipstick and rouge and stepped gingerly
into his heels.

Maid Martin cleaned and washed energetically for the next 2-3 hours while his
Mistress relaxed reading magazines  and watching TV pausing occasionally to
fondle his ass and balls or clip him round the ear as she criticised him for
some mistake in his work Truth to tell, however, Martin was now a very
accomplished maid and his work was of a much higher standard than Damika's had
ever been.

Martin had just finished all his chores and was congratulating himself on a
job well done when the doorbell rang.

"Answer pig." called Damika from the living room "Maybe you lucky, got
customer already!"




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