[F4M] Abusing Your Maids in British Raj
British Raj, 1924.
It was a bright, summer morning on the Lord’s 129-acre estate. Dozens of his indigenous, Desi maids and servants were up bright and early—ready to tend to their menagerie of assigned duties. The manor was to be swept clean, breakfast was to be set, and the flower gardens were to be watered and pruned. Of course, there was also the laundry, the dishes, and the guest bedrooms—alongside several other tasks, each of which was of the utmost importance, lest the Lord’s estate enter disrepair.
One of the younger maids occupied herself by polishing a vase of ornate China. She was fresh into her twenties, her warm, mud-brown body beset by the morning rays of the Indian sun as it rushed through the large, glazed windows. Alas, it was a constant reminder of her status—a servant to the Lord, a foreign White man. In exchange for her services, she and her frail, sickly Mom would get housing on the estate. It was a generous deal, one which made her ever-glad of her caring, pious Lord.
But one misstep later, and the large, expensive China came crashing down before shattering into a thousand pieces. The other maids and servants freeze, staring at the scene as the poor, young maid stands, her warm-brown eyes wide in-awe, surprise, and horror.
“I-I didn’t mean to. Please—” A large, White hand graces her slender shoulders. “Zainab.” A man gently coos against her ear. “It’s okay. I’m not upset.” Shivers rushes down the Desi girl’s spine. “It’s okay to make mistakes. It’s in your blood.” Suddenly, his pale fingertips brush against her hips. “But, what do I always say?” His hand snakes on to her asscheeks, giving her a powerful, demeaning squeeze. “I-I have to learn to take accountability.” She whimpers. Fortunately, the Lord was a forgiving man. However, his forgiveness came at a cost.
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Hey! That is not a starter, just something to catch your eye and elaborate on my thoughts for this scene. I’d love to do a race–play based scene set around British Raj, with you abusing some of your many female maids around your large estate. I’d want you to be a more calm Lord, instead of some violent, raging sadist—but, of course, I do want you to be cruel.
Also open to other scenes/ideas!
**Kinks**: Kissing (passionately on lips and pecks on cheeks), race-play, corruption, finger-sucking (where the man puts fingers inside my mouth~), traditional gender roles, misogyny (ties into the gender roles), general manhandling (what girl doesn't want to be choked or have her hair pulled from time to time?), height / size / power differences, name-calling (whore, slut, bitch, etc.), pet-names (sweetheart, princess, babygirl, etc.), discipline, orgasm control (both being given excess or being edged), excessive amounts of cum (for both of us), facials, anything to do with your cum, 'belonging' to you.
**Limits**: Gore, vore, scat, (giving) rimming, and short, one-to-two-paragraph responses