Indian Maidservant Novels & Stories

"You're about to encounter a lot of powerful people. Monsters, aristocrats, tycoons, women in low cut dresses, the works. One last time. Who are you." "I am your maidservant. I worked as a seamstress and you took a shine to me after I took in one of your dresses. You hired me to wait on you here giving me a higher pay but continuing to feed on me. And I am attending to be your companion and to assist you." Arabella grimaced. "God, that sounds awful when you state it blatantly. But we must keep up appearances. We are not exactly a charitable or benevolent family."

Masha interrupted and explained. It was obvious she was new to this. How could I be so ignorant to know that. "She will be your private maid as of now my lady". Masha said and bowed her head before she departed. "What's your name?". I asked. "Keya". She responded. "Are you hungry?". I asked and she shook her head negatively. "Slaves are not meant to eat". She responded softly. "What do you mean by slave?". I asked, confused because the maids around looks like they are been fed well.

She had worked as a maid in the house of a well-known doctor who had helped her go to school and finish her education in exchange for her service as a housekeeper. She closed her eyes as painful memories of her past surfaced. While working as a maid in her employer’s house, she had a harrowing experience with her employer’s husband. Her female employer was much older, while her husband was still young—there was a significant age gap between them. Since there were only two people she had to serve, she lived alone in their house. Her female employer was always busy at her clinic, often coming home late and exhausted. Renata made sure meals were prepared for her employer every night.

“You will earn your keep.” he completed. “Earn my keep?” I frowned. “What does that even mean?” “It means, you my dear, are now an employee of the Romano estate.” “Excuse me?” I stared, blankly. “A maid,” Romano clarified as if speaking to a toddler. “You will serve me until I decide what to do with you.” My stomach twisted. Me, a maid? I couldn't bear to imagine it. All my life, I had grown up in luxury, never having to clean or serve anyone.

The next morning. I woke up early, the sun was coming in through the window. It was soft and warm on my face, I blinked a few times. then sat up slowly. I could still feel the wetness of my cum around my thigh, a quiet reminder of last night. Even though I had cleaned it, it still lingered there. I stretched my arms and took a deep breath. My name is Amara, I’m twenty years old. This is my first real job, working as a maid in Mr. Grey’s house.

Water and glass sprayed across the floor I’d just cleaned. “She’s nothing but a servant now,” they sneered. “We’re worth more than her. Embarrassing”I scrubbed harder. This was the deal. Clean. Cook. Bleed. In exchange for Ivy’s medicine. My baby’s treatment money. My stomach still throbbed from the miscarriage. Hot, dull, endless. I pushed up and kept working. No choice. “The Adams family is the richest in the country,” another servant muttered as she passed. “What was a broke peasant like her thinking? That she was a queen?”

“I am of Indian descent, a graduate, single, twenty-five years old, and the head maid.” The way she said head maid ticked me off. Out of everything she said, that part was what bothered me the most. “But…” I paused, staring at her. “You are the youngest. Why are you the head maid?” “I came here first, Ma,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. Her answer did not sit well with me, and her expression made it clear she was not exactly friendly. “Okay… so?” I kept my face blank. “Since when did that become a rule for employment?”

I'm owned by my master. "Must be hard for you," he said sympathetically. "No, not really. I'm my master's personal maid," she said rather casually. Mighell understood that being a personal maid is the highest ranking of a maid because she serves the master, the highest ranking person in the house. But if the master is an abusive or terrible person, then the personal maid would suffer. He didn't get why Patience was so happy to be 'owned' by someone. If it was him, he would die or try to escape to gain his freedom.

Um".. she said hesitantly "Come on, hire me now. So you can start the wedding." "It's already done. Mr Knights hired the best wedding planner in Mexico for me". "Really?, That's included in the benefits? " "Yes, he is a good man, he will give more benefits, if you are good" "Wow, I can't wait to work here, is the food unlimited?" "Ofcourse, there's a daily servant's buffet" "Seriously, please hire me now" She finally smiled, then said,"what's wrong with you, Are u deprived of food?, no wonder you are so thin"

Hans said before leaving the maid candidates. "I heard that the young master in this mansion had a failed marriage, so he needs to vent his anger over what happened to his future wife," someone whispered behind Lynda. "They say he's also disabled, if we qualify to be his servants, will we be able to last a month? Many say he's also very cruel and now I'm hesitant to continue being a maid here, it's just that the demands of my life that need this money can't avoid work." Mia turned to look at the two women whispering behind her, "Will you shut up? If he heard what you just said, who knows what will happen to you next!" Mia said and the woman snorted.