Baba Stories

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Afro Stress Relief Ch. 09

by llts1970 on Feb 3, 2020
Transgender & Crossdressers

After a hectic and traumatic weekend, it was Monday again, I was still in a state of shock after what had happened. I spent most of the day at my desk doing very little, and wondering if any of the loading bay crew had seen the photos of me kissing Drake's ass, but I thought they wouldn't recognize me, as I was fully made-up as a sissy in the picture, but I...

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 02

by spankedboy on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

The first few days after Rashida had spanked me were very surreal for me. I had a whole range of conflicting feelings going through me, and I didn't know what to make of them. The beating had caught me by total surprise – one minute I was busy stroking my penis and the next minute I was over her knees getting a thrashing like a naughty little boy. I didn't e...

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 06

by spankedboy on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

My bum is used teach my maid spanking, with a surprise ending - Tarek. "Tarek!" My name rang loudly through the house. "Tarek! Can you come to the kitchen?" Immediately I put down the book I was reading and stood up. If my maid Rashida called me, I did not want to delay in obeying her. "Yes, bua." I called out, using the respectful term 'bua' for my ma...

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 08

by spankedboy on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

Due to my exam results, my maid decides to teach me a humiliating lesson - Tarek. I was dreaming. I MUST have been dreaming because I was in bed. With my maid, my mistress, Rashida. I was naked. She was naked too. YES!! I was in bed, NAKED, with my NAKED maid, Rashida. In my dream, Rashida's eyes were shut. She was moaning. I could see her sweat...

My Late Son: A95

by Ashesh9 on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

"Hi Baba, do the lunges with your foot balanced on the frontal balls of the following foot while you place your weight on the entire leading foot on the floor of the Pool!" A picture of the correct way todo the lunge instantaneously flashed into my stunned mind "Who's this—wha-whats- happening?" "I'm A95, your son, Baba!" I looked around " I can't see yo...

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 10

by spankedboy on Oct 12, 2017
BDSM

My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave (continued) - Tarek I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing some of the story with me. - Tarek ***** Let me start once again from the events of the following morning. I had just woken up with a sore bum - the result of last night's spankings. I was just about to head to my washroom when I rem...

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 09

by spankedboy on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

My maids make me their personal maid and chore slave -- Tarek I would like to thank Ms. AT Khan for reviewing the story and providing lots of feedback, and JonB1969 for editing the first edition. - Tarek * "Tell me the truth, baba!" Rashida, my maid, held my left ear firmly in her right hand, giving it a painful twist. "Did you, or did you not, switch off...

Mona Gamal of Coptic Egypt

by Samuelx on Apr 10, 2018
Interracial Love

"Mona, come to bed, I just put our son Jacob to sleep, come on," says my husband Alain Dewar, speaking from the bedroom of our townhouse located in the East End of Toronto. I'm sitting on the couch, wearing an old hooded sweatshirt that Alain loaned me. He's had it since his days as a University of Toronto student. It's way too big for me. Underneath it, I'm...

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 04

by spankedboy on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

It was 10.25 pm, Monday, and like the proverbial memorable night in a movie, it was dark and stormy. Thunder and lightning rattled in the distance and the sound of rain falling constantly was ever present at the windows. Meanwhile, as my parents slept soundly in their room, I tiptoed my way quietly towards the servants' quarters. You would think I would be...

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 03

by spankedboy on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

My Indian maid instructs me on masturbation, and sets up regular spankings -- Tarek Zia. It was 11 pm, and a hot Thursday night to boot. I closed the door to my room and lied down on my bed, and started to think about the last three very unusual weeks of my suddenly unusual life. In those last three weeks I had been punished several times by Rashida. That w...