Maid Service

Over the next six months, Carrie didn't fuck. She didn't suck. She was a trainee maid. She cleaned the toilet. She trimmed the landscaping. She fished the panties of Sundeep's conquests out of the pool. She washed cum soaked sheets. She cooked Indian food, exclusively. She slept in a small cot in a barely larger room in the basement. She ate Sundeep's scraps from each meal.

She barely had any money left. Each mistake she made was met with a financial penalty. And given that she'd never worked as a maid, those mistakes were many. And it felt that as she fell, Sundeep's confidence rose. He could do just about anything to her at this point. And he was about to.

"Maid, you need to start packing this place up. We will be leaving in two months. My father is ill, and I need to return to India to take over the family business. You'll be accompanying me, of course, as a servant of my household." Carrie paused for a long moment. Should she run? Could she run? She felt almost like an ant at this point, like he could crush her at will.

"Yes, Mr. Kapoor."