Indian Maidservant Novels & Stories

With my eyes still not fully opened and I was scratching both of my eyes with my right hand, I reluctantly greeted her. "I suppose that you are Kimberly right?" With an enquiry look on her face, she asked me with a fierce gaze at me. I nodded my head in response to the pose that I am Kimberly, as she had rightly asked. "I am the chief maidservant here and I will be in charge of you and other maids... We won't like to refer to anyone as slaves, but maids. So you will follow me now to get your portion clean for this morning and subsequently, you will have to be awake by 6:30a.m to stand at the central area for your portion to be assigned to you... Am I clear with my words?" She introduced hers

Lena was so curious; weren't these ladies scared of working for a mafia? “That’s the thing; we don’t have a choice. These men own us,” the maid explained with a painful smile, and Lena was confused. “You are American, so how come an Italian man owns you?” asked Lena. “It doesn’t matter what I am; this life is cruel, and there is not one bit of kindness in it. I just decided to serve the master who will at least not abuse me sexually or hit me." Lena’s brows furrowed; she just couldn’t understand a thing.

They were kitchen maids which most definitely was the worse post to be appointed to a servant. They were treated out of humanity so badly. Jasmine still retained her post... Her position as a normal maid. And she hardly paid them a visit to sympathize with them or anything.. She ignored them like they were trash. Isla who was doing the dishes but her lip and dropped the plates as well as the dishwasher. "How the fuck did this happen so fast... How the hell did we end up here.. How... We don't even eat twice a day and yet are given the hardest of jobs to do... Could life get any more unfair" Tears were already gathered in her eyes.

Just because their uneducated and working as maids, doesn’t make them servants. “We are whatever you want us to be,” Another maid responded. Camilla stared at them for a while, before exhaling. She knows better than anyone. Arguing with these maids, is like a mad man talking to himself. “Fine, but who is going to eat all of this? I mean you should have made such many foods, if you know you weren't gonna join me. I mean my husband isn’t even around, and the both of us combine can’t even eat a quarter of this,” Camilla explained with light frown on her face.

Lois murmured before following the two into the kitchen. Stella had just put down the items she had bought when Siun knocked on the door before entering the room. Siun was the personal servant Shiho had assigned to her. Stella glared at her harshly. “Well, it took you long enough! What’s the use of having a personal maid when you’re nowhere to be found?” Stella had always looked down on those who worked in other people’s homes. She felt they were so far beneath her that she could only call them maids. To her, it was a nicer word than what she really wanted to call them: slaves.

I asked, looking at no one in particular. The first to speak was Kenji, her voice surprisingly calm. "I was born here. In fact, most of the maids are born from the maids who already work in this mansion. The others were... shipped here. Like Adara," she said, motioning to the beautiful Nigerian woman beside her. "She was kidnapped by traffickers when she was only six and was forced to serve men until recently. There was no demand left for her, so she was transferred here to work as a maid."

She was signaled to sit and wait at the couch which she did. Naomi immediately imagined herself living in this huge mansion. She knew Mr. Marsha was rich and wealthy but not up to the point of owning a house as graceful as this. She stared at every piece hanging on the wall, she was shocked to see an eropean piece which was sold for $800,000 dollars back in the days, hanging in someone's sitting room. She got a bit scared as no one was coming forth after a while had passed. She waited patiently until she saw about sixteen maids coming over to where she was. "Hello ma. I will be your personal servant while you here so you can ask me what ever you want" The lady was on uniform with the rest b

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

Nor was her skin burnt just as the field working slaves were. "Lies. You don't look like no slave to me." "I'm not. I am- or rather was a servant. I was a lady's maid." The girl explained. "From what I hear you got it good with all those noble borns." He said still observing her next move. "Well what you've heard ain't true. We have it bad there too. One slip up and we don't get fed or paid. Some get whipped too." "Either way this is my home so get out." Jacob pointed towards the small opening.

Each maid have three uniforms in accordance to the color they are in, same color, design, type of fabric, everything. While maids in gold consist only of three persons, the elderlies in the mansion. They stay at the mansion with a luxurious room for each of them. They do nothing but roam around and boss around the silver and bronze maids. The perfect example in a job where people who are doing most of the heaviest and hardest work get the lowest pay. “Come on in.” I waved my hand telling them to come to the dining table. “Anyone who doesn’t follow a single thing I say will be reported to Dad.” I threatened them and gave them the look.