Indian Maidservant Novels & Stories

They are slave but they decided to see themselves as a maids cause it's disgusting to see them as slave. Most of them were not bought with money, instead they were given to them in return for the debt they owe them as well as those who owes them and couldn't pay back, they are being given out to serve a long period of time till they return them to their parents at that time they can be useful for their personal use but instead some decided to stay back and work for ten more years for money inorder to start a new life.

Were the maids also trained like the guards? Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles.

“Oh Luna, thank God! You're all right, you're back to us. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't make it or if you were never found!” She dropped the tray on the bed beside me and clapped her hands together. I shifted uncomfortably again. “I... I'm sorry I tricked you. It must have almost cost you your job?” I knew from the reading I do almost every day that servants were just modernized slaves and lived at the thumb of their masters. ‘You are fired’ was easily dished out to them, and they would beg and cry because jobs weren't easy to come by. I must have put this kind lady in that situation.

I am 妃妃, a 19-year-old Chinese girl, and I am the slave of my master. My life revolves around serving him, fulfilling his every desire, no matter how depraved. Today, I wake up early to prepare for another day of service. Master is a powerful businessman, and I am his personal assistant. But in private, I am his obedient slave, ready to cater to his every whim. I arrive at his office, wearing a tight-fitting maid uniform that accentuates my curves. I kneel before him, my head bowed in submission.

Across from her, a young woman kept glancing toward the door, fingers tightening around the rim of her mug. Her dress was plain, worn thin at the elbows, and her hair once likely neat was now coming loose in wisps. She looked like what she was: a dismissed maid with nowhere to go. “You’ve been out of work for a month,” Serina said, her tone casual. “Aria dismisses her servants for many reasons… but usually they find work again quickly. Why haven’t you?” The maid’s eyes flickered. “She… she told the others not to hire me. Said I’d stolen from her.”

Was that why Isabella was always jealous of the special floor girls because they got better? "Then why are we given outfits like this?" "Do I have to spell it out for you?" She rolled her eyes like a mother tired of teaching todler a particular lesson. "The reason the maids are always so damn gorgeous is because they are being pimped out by the hotel, some of them were former prostitutes, spies even." "Spies?" I frowned. "To spy on other maids to figure out their motives, not everyone here is… just a maid, some are… other things."

Emily said jokingly. “No girly,I have a job offer for you” Sandra replied at the other end. Sandra proceeded to tell Emily her boss was looking for a maid,and she fits the criteria he gave her. At first Emily thought she didn’t hear her clearly,but Sandra repeated it. “ A maid?”, that was all Emily could say,She was angry,is this the good news she said she has for her?She thought “Yes a maid,but your job wouldn’t take much and you’ll get to live in his mansion with him, the pay is 6000$ per month Sandra said over the phone”.

The shears fly from my hand to the ground and I shove the raffia hat into Milo's chest as I walk past him leaving him sputtering in indignation. To all the maids and servants, Madame Silva is the one in charge and whatever she says is law without question. In case you're still wondering, about ninety percent of the maids and servants in this place were trafficked, and the remaining ten percent are immigrants, debt collaterals, and homeless people who just needed some food and shelter.

Ah, his men are probably on their way out to do whatever they have to do. “Mam, you don't have to; I will clean the dishes,” the maid said, looking afraid as she looked around the kitchen. I placed my hand on her shoulder. “What is your name?” She looked at me then to the floor, “Natalie, mam.” “Natalie, don't worry, I am used to washing dishes. Come, let me help you.” I gave her a smile when she looked at me with wide eyes. Yeah, I know most people think I am a bitch; they are right but I don't treat servants as trash. They are only doing a job to support their family.

"How? How do I get in?" ​"The Limantaras are looking for a new domestic worker, specifically a private caregiver for their grandfather, Mr. Markus Limantara," Reva explained. "The qualifications fit you perfectly. High school education, skilled in cooking, impeccable housework, and most importantly, you must be unmarried." ​Reva paused and her voice dropped an octave. "The salary is massive, but there’s a catch. None of the previous maids have lasted more than three months." ​Moza stood up abruptly as her resolve hardened. "I’ll do it. I’ll apply as a maid for the Limantaras."