The Saga of the Slavery Life Of an Indian Cuckold

Three months after that memorable evening, a new set of "usages and customs" was already in place in that rather unusual household. I had recovered from my castration operation a few days after without having to suffer much pain. My chastity device had become useless as I was now deprived of any sexual feeling. My sleeping quarters had been set for me behind a partition in my superiors' bedroom. Aisha, Joshna and I were spending most of our days serving the Alpha Couple each in a different capacity: Aisha's main duty was to manage the household along with the role of chef, Joshna was her assistant and, as such, was assigned various chores, and I was Madam's and Master's personal eunuch servant. My duties covered a wide spectrum, such as the personal body care of my superiors, the housekeeping in their bedroom, being their chauffeur and assisting and advising Aisha on management matters.

As planned, I spent two months at the company's headquarters briefing Master Saladin on His new job of CMD. Being a bright Man, He learned fast and soon acquired all the required assurance enabling Him to properly lead the company's destiny. Thanks to his charisma exuding an aura of power and confidence, the new CMD was able to get All Vice presidents onto His side,

The new CMD was traveling less than the vice presidents, his job as captain of the ship focusing on directing and managing the whole organization from its headquarters. Thus, Master was more often at home than He was previously. Of course, Madam was very happy of that as she could be with her Husband a lot more often than before their wedding.

And, as good things come in pairs, Madam had the ultimate happiness to learn that she was pregnant. Elated when she received the good news, she said that it was her dream coming true. But I told her not to be too hasty with her rejoicing and that she had to be very cautious, especially for a woman of her age. She frowned somewhat at my advice but Master Saladin was on my side. I vowed to take great care of her for the whole duration of her pregnancy. Beside, as her personal eunuch, it was an intrinsic part of my duties.

Master was quite busy with His new position. He was tired when He came back home in the evening. Most of the time, He liked to take a hot bath before having dinner with His wife. And Aisha asked me to be available upon His arrival to wash Him, like the eunuchs were doing in the ancient times with their rulers. At first, I was rather reluctant, not for sexual reasons given that I had no sexual feelings any more, but I soon became accustomed to that special chore. I found out that He liked me to stroke and suck His large-girth majestic penis, covered with protruding veins. This made His Black scepter become hard rapidly. I soon became quite skillful at pleasing Him this way.

When driving her back from an appointment with the Muslim gynecologist in Mumbai. one day, Madam was quite happy. She had been informed that her pregnancy was progressing very well, without any problem. She was now almost in her third month, and her belly was beginning to show a revealing bulge. Sitting comfortably on the back seat of the Rolls Royce, wearing a black abaya [a full-body robe-like dress], niqab [a veil covering the entire face but the eyes], hijab [head scarf] and elbow-length gloves, Madam's spirit was high. "I am so grateful to Allah to be so fortunate," she exclaimed. "I thank Him for having put that wonderful Muslim Black Man on my path. My Sajan now has marked me not only outside but also inside, with His mighty seed. Where I once walked through life, I am gliding in air. Parts of me that never were complete have become whole. In relinquishing control, I have found freedom: freedom to find the person I am inside, and be that person. I will be forever grateful to Allah for that immeasurable richness."

My ex-wife was obviously in a state of bliss. I asked her if it was too hot for her in the car, given the garb that was covering her from head to toes. "I am very well, eunuch," she said with a singing voice. "I strive to sweat under my Muslim clothes to please my Husband and Master when He comes back home tonight. As I told you before, He loves to take ownership of His wife when her skin is glistening and slippery with sweat. He penetrates me even harder then. So, no bath nor shower when we get back home..."

Once home, Madam quickly went to her bedroom to remove her thong sandals, niqab, hijab and gloves and recite her Asr [late afternoon prayer], kneeling down, forehead on the floor, and turned toward Mecca. During that time, I went to share the good news about Madam's health with Aisha, who was giving instructions to the gardener outside, and Joshna, who was doing early preparations for the late dinner. Master and Madam liked to dine alone at around 7:30 p.m., either in the dining room, on the patio or in their bedroom, depending on their mood.

Her prayer over, Madam rang me with her bell. I went right away to her, bowing and kissing her hand, like I was doing several times a day. "Please bring me a jasmine tea, eunuch," she asked. "When you come back, we can talk."

"Yes, Madam, I will be right back," I said. "I will bring some biscuits, in case you feel like eating a little." I was looking forward to chatting with Nadiya about different things. I cherished those moments with her, talking casually about our feelings and various venal matters, jumping from one subject to the other.

When I returned to my superiors' bedroom, Madam was sitting, legs crossed, on the loveseat, bald-headed, quietly reading the Quran. "Thanks for the tea and biscuits, eunuch," she said, putting down her Holy Book. "You are becoming a good eunuch servant, I am proud of you and happy that you decided to stay with us in that inferior role, to remain alongside me to honor and obey our common Lord and Master, my beloved Husband. He owns us both, in different ways. We belong to Him. We are on that rewarding journey into the Black Muslim New Order. Aren't you happy, eunuch?"

I found myself mesmerized by Madam's convincing sort of sermon. "Yes, Madam, I am so happy," I replied right away. "I too found a new direction in my life, always beside you, loving you tenderly, caring for you, for your happiness and the happiness of your marriage under the eyes of your God."

"Oh, my dear eunuch, you are making me very happy indeed," she went on. "Now, let's talk practical... How do you feel about your new condition after your castration?"

"I must admit that I have my ups and downs." I said. "I am experiencing a somewhat depressing period. But when I seriously think about it, I realize that, in fact, my penis was rather useless apart from its use for urinating. Furthermore, having a chastity device was somewhat uncomfortable for me and an awkward sight for you and other members of the household. All in all, it turned out for the better for everyone. Plus the fact that I can now be part of your most intimate life by tending to your body care and that of Master. I have the privilege to admire your bodies and witness your marital life. I find that your figure blossomed, it became a lot more sensual with the body modifications that it underwent, especially that you are now pregnant. In due time, your grown belly will be a wonderful addition to your exquisite body."

"Thank you, eunuch for your kind compliment," Nadiya went on. "I am happy that you appreciate my physical evolution. I am into an evolving process; I will continue to modify my appearance to please my Black Lord. He shares His wishes with me in this respect and, the better I know Him, the more I try to anticipate His expectations. My purpose in life is to please, obey and honor my Adored One, under the eye of Allah."

"I am getting used to wearing djellabas," I said, changing the subject. "I find it quite comfortable and relaxing, notwithstanding the fact that they are more appropriate to the Arabian and oriental ambiance of the house. Aisha has great taste; she purchased various styles of djellabas, some casual for the day-to-day use and some elegant for more formal and special occasions, like when Master's ****** will visit us in a few days."

"Good," she said. "I am sure that they will notice and appreciate the change of power here, and proud to see their son and brother being in charge and exerting His authority over the whole household. Seeing you wearing a djellaba and serving us will comfort them in the conviction that Saladin is progressing well in His professional and personal lives."

"The Muslim doctor asked me if we wanted to know the sex of the fetus," added Madam while sipping her tea. "I said no as my Sajan and I had discussed the matter. We want to entrust our fate to Allah, and this is part of our fate. Master fervently hopes that I will give birth to a boy, a male Muslim who will perpetuate the ****** lineage. I strongly hope too that His prayers will be answered. We agreed however that a baby girl will be most welcome as well. I am so eager to see my belly grow up and to deliver the beautiful Black Muslim baby who will make the pride of my beloved Husband, inshallah! That will be a great joy for me, a joy that I despaired would ever happen in my life for a woman of my age. A joy that you were unable to give me, with that limp, unfit penis of yours."

I did enjoy these humiliating words, relishing my inferior state, mainly because before humiliation came respect. It was never bold insults, rather overtly-said truths.

In the ancient Islamic world, one of the great rewards of the eunuchs serving high level rulers was that they became the recipients of their most secret confidences. They had their complete trust. That was becoming the case with Master and Madam, who had not lied to me when presenting the advantages of my eunuch status. Madam was confiding in me about her hopes, her dreams, her fantasies and her projects for the future. Often, when I was washing Him, Master was even asking me some advice about the management of the company and my opinion about members of the executive and staff. This was very gratifying to me.

In this vein, Nadiya raised the subject of Rizwana, the 22-years old woman whom I knew about only through her emails during their honeymoon. "Did Master tell you that He intends to promote her from her position of manager of the Dubai office to the one of His special advisor for the Dubai here in Mumbai.?" Nadiya asked, continuing: "He misses His concubine, and I do as well, considering the intimate relationship that she and I developed, as you know from my emails. The plan is to have our 'Precious Riz' come live with us here. We intend to make it happen right after Master's ****** leave after their visit. In any case, Rizwana was delighted to be promoted and improve her revenues, and even more to move in with us. I can't wait to see her with us on a daily basis, to exchange torrid kisses with her, to worship her dangling oversized outer labia, to play either a submissive or a dominant role with her, for the pleasure of our common Master!"

"Yes, Madam, Master said a few words about it the other day at bathing time," I replied.

"Given the size of our estate, I don't see any problem finding a room for Rizwana," Nadiya added. "Aisha and you could work as a team to have one of our several unused rooms prepared and redecorated for her according to her tastes."

"I will be pleased to team up with Aisha on that project, Madam," I replied. "We will get in touch with Rizwana to find out about how she would like her room decorated."

"I will need you tomorrow for my weekly session of hair removal and thorough body care, after my reading of the Quran and my Dhuhr [noon] prayer," she notified me. "It is my duty as a wife to remain appealing to my honorable Husband by keeping my body ultra-smooth, as He likes."

"You must be thinking about your professional future, Madam..." I inquired. "You are an internationally renowned researcher, historian and speaker. You are now still in your sabbatical but, given your pregnancy, what are your plans?"

"Yes, I do reflect on the matter, eunuch," she replied. "There are still eight months left to my one-year sabbatical. Then, I will be close to delivering our baby. What I am planning to do is to take the maternity leave that I am entitled to."

"That said, do you really intend to go back to your academic work one day?" I dared to ask. "To be frank, I doubt that I will. My life has changed, as you well know, and along with it my priorities. I want to stay with our child-to-be to raise him or her in the Islamic faith and instill in our offspring our principles of life. I also want to remain a devoted, faithful home-based wife to my Husband."

"Won't you miss all the intellectual rewards that your academic activities were bringing you?" I asked again.

"My present religious and marital lives fulfill me completely, and I know that this fulfillment will never cease to grow." Nadiya replied. "However, as you know, I am going to use the room adjoining to this one as my office. I intend to continue my research on the history of Muslims in india. This could lead to the publication of papers in scientific journals and eventually of a book. I also want to continue learning Arabic; my hope is to become as fluent as my dear Husband. As well, I am more and more involved in the reading and study of the Quran, the Holy Book, which never ceases to heighten my faith. But completing my pregnancy successfully and delivering the child that Master so much desires will be my first and foremost priority for the next months. So, as you can see, I will not lead a life of idleness."

The next day, as foreseen, I prepared everything for a long session of hair removal and body care. After her reading of the Quran and her Dhuhr [noon] prayer, Nadiya asked me to help her remove her prayer robe and all her jewelry and laid down on the special mat used for her hair removal. The waxing session took almost one hour. Her body was now smooth as if she was a baby, from the top of her bald head to the tip of her toes. Even though I did not experience any sexual excitement any more, it was a pleasure for me to touch Nadiya's body and explore every part of it. My hands were becoming more and more expert. I could hear her light moans of contentment.

Once all her hair was removed, she wanted to receive her enema, anxious to offer clean bowels to her Husband and Master.

"When my Sajan left for His office this morning, He expressed His desire to take me anally as soon as He would be back home," Nadiya told me. "We came to enjoy the wonders of sodomy. I am so grateful to my dear Husband for having introduced me to that whole new realm. He has been a very tender and caring teacher of anal intercourse, so much that I now crave for having His mighty penis fully embedded in my tight colon and keeping it in the innermost depths of my body. I had never imagined that sodomy could provide such electric, whole-body orgasms and I am wondering why nobody had offered that gift of love before. When my Sajan takes possession of me that way, I feel so fulfilled that I often cry with joy."

A few minutes after having received the rectal injection, Nadiya remained close to the toilet, ready to empty her bowels completely, which she did soon, uttering a long mewling of relief. After having wiped her rear end clean, I helped her enter into the hot bath to relax for a while. Later on, in a Middle Eastern musical ambiance that set a serene atmosphere, I proceeded to wash her thoroughly, not forgetting any part of her pale-skinned body, even the most intimate. My now skilled hands were exploring her large breasts, vagina, buttocks and thighs. I would not forget any crevice, bulge or curve, my fingers cleaning carefully between her buttocks as much as between her toes. I was proceeding very slowly and delicately.

"Mmmmmm, eunuch," she said in a soft, relaxed voice, "I like the way you wash me; you're becoming quite skillful. I must say that, so far, you're a very efficient eunuch servant. We do like your services."

"Thank you, Madam," I replied, lightly blushing. "I am honored to be your servant and I strive to serve you both for a long time to come."

Abruptly changing subject, Nadiya asked: "Am I pretty enough, attractive enough at my age for my young Husband?"

"Yes, Madam, you're gorgeous, and your swelling belly makes you even more attractive," I replied. "Your body has bloomed beautifully. Your Husband has made you a very appealing lady, with your full breasts and your pouting lips. You are far from the woman I have known but the change is wonderful. Please be reassured, Master often tells me how much He loves you when I wash Him. He tells me that He worships the woman that He loves above all, the woman whom He married, the woman who bears His child-to-be."



It was obvious that Nadiya was charmed by my confidence, emitting a whimper of satisfaction. She let herself be washed and massaged softly under my caring hands. Afraid not to be ready when Master Saladin would come back home in less than an hour, Nadiya came out of the bath and let me wipe her dry carefully. I then put on her the jewels and ornaments that she would decide to wear, with the clear intent to charm and excite her Husband. She picked an oversized nasal septum ring adorned with a topaz gem that was hanging from her nose down to her lower lip, confessing that Master loved her to worship His penis while sporting it. Next was the selection of the royal blue rosebud butt plug, followed by the many finger and toe rings.

"My aim in my new life, after living a true life of faith in Allah and bearing and delivering my Sajan's baby, is to please and obey Him," she fiercely admitted. "Not only do I want to meet my Master's expectations and desires but I strive to anticipate them by finding new ways to please Him. He makes me such a complete woman that it's only normal that I use every inch of my body to turn Him on."

This made me wonder what kink, what body modification, what sex scenario Nadiya would imagine to bring pleasure and satisfaction to her Black Lover.

Just enough time was left for the eye makeup session. I still needed Joshna's help for that so I went to fetch her. When entering the room, the young woman curtseyed and kissed Nadiya's hand out of respect. Nadiya was perfectly at ease to show her nude body to the young servant, who was now used to all the special usages of the household. Master loved to see His wife's eyes outrageously made up with extra-long, upturned eyelashes. I was slowly learning to perform that service with the aid of Joshna, who was showing me the ropes of the trade. We would apply heavy eye shadow, sometimes red, sometimes royal blue, sometimes even black, depending on Madam's mood, before putting on the eyelashes.

Nadiya was now ready to greet her Husband. Joshna went away and I remained in the bedroom. Knowing that Lord Saladin would arrive any minute, she assumed the position on the lush and thick white carpet in the center of the room: kneeling down naked, her thighs spread, her back arched up, her rear end outrageously protruding with her rosebud butt plug in her anus, her arms extended on each side of her tattooed bald head, her forehead and breasts resting on the carpet. She would not move an inch nor utter a word until her Black Lord would start playing with her.

Not long after, Master entered the room, wearing his executive suit. I immediately went to Him to help Him undress.

"Mmmmm... my lovely wife, you're beautiful like that, waiting for your husband so obediently," Master said, smiling, sensing His power over His Muslimah.

Now free of His clothes, Master Saladin went to the adjoining washroom to take a shower. After a few minutes, I rushed behind Him to dry Him up.

"eunuch, make me ready to penetrate my docile wife," He ordered.

Right away, I obediently began to lick and suck the already hard and long black penis.

"Mmmmm.... eunuch... you are becoming an expert," Saladin said with a whispering voice, apparently satisfied of my work. Kneeling before Him, I made a point of looking up to meet His eyes, like a puppy does with his Master, knowing that just that little addition to my worshipping was heightening His excitement.

Now well prepared, Master went into the bedroom and asked me to unplug His waiting sex toy and to lubricate the entrance of her rectum. He then squatted lightly behind her, His feet between her legs, grabbing her by the hips, and gently pushed the knot of His huge penis on the opening, which produced a long groan reflecting her deep longing. Slowly, He introduced His thick member in His wife's anus, provoking even louder lewd sounds. Soon, He was in her completely, up to the hilt. Still holding his wife firmly, He then got on His knees and made her raise the upper part of her body and sit on Him, still firmly impaled, her arms remaining extended upward.

"Aren't you pleased, my dear little pet?" Master asked Nadiya while nibbling on her right ear. "Weren't you eager to welcome your husband to the deepest part of your body? To be owned thoroughly?"

"Agghhhh! Yessssss! I am in heavennn!" Nadiya replied in a lustful voice, totally belonging to her Black Lover. "Please, my Love, remain within me! I am Your loving receptacle! Mmmmmmmm! Please, my Lord, make me bounce on Your mighty scepter, pleasssseeee!"

Master was caressing and kissing Nadiya's torso, underarms and bald head, letting His hand wander on her stiff clitoris. Responding to her supplications, He began an up and down movement of His penis inside her colon, some sort of a Trojan Horse, so powerful, so overwhelming. This made Nadiya scream with a voice of utter joy. His pumping movement became more intense, and she turned her head to look at Him, her long eyelashes flicking, her pouting lips gaping under her oversized septum ring, which He gently pulled with His teeth, making her moan even more. They were like two wild Black and white animals lost in their lust. Their weird love embrace reached its apex after long minutes. Hugging His wife with His powerful arms, He bent her down again, kissing her bald head. She was obviously exhausted, having undergone His powerful thrusts. He raised the upper part of her body again. Now they were both on their knees, sitting with their buttocks resting on their heels, in a state of contentment and well-being, after their loud orgasm. Master was nibbling sometimes her ear lobes, sometimes her ring-adorned nose, while lovingly caressing her large 38DD breasts. They remained in that position for quite some time, Nadiya still impaled on her Man's large pole. He finally removed His glistening penis slowly, letting His sperm ooze out of her well-used rectum.

After a short moment of immobility, they stood up and went to take a shower, in a tight embrace, oblivious to my presence.

"eunuch, tell Joshna to bring us our diner in about one hour," Nadiya told me when they came back. "And come back to clean everything here. We're going to rest on our bed in the meantime."

"Yes, Madam," I replied, bowing before them and kissing her hand before to go pass the message to Joshna.

When I came back, the two lovers were cuddling tightly on their canopy bed behind the closed sheer veils. Nadiya was caressing her Husband's erect penis with the tip of her fingers while they were kissing, amused to have to do with her large septum ring.

"When Rizwana will be living with us, I think I will ask her to walk you by the nose with a long delicate chain," said Saladin. "You would like so much to submit to her, wouldn't you, honey?"

"Mmmmmmmm.... Yesssss... Everyone in the house would see her walking her pet. She would bring me to You for You to use me as You wish..." she replied with a sultry voice, slowly masturbating her Lover. "Joshna and Aisha would see how You completely own me, how truly I belong to You, my Sajan! Any wish that goes through Your mind, as kinky as it is, I would make a point to obey, my Master!"

Master was sitting comfortably, His back resting on the raised pillows. Nadiya then proceeded to kneel between His spread legs and began sucking the head of His hard penis. With her mouth wide open and her pouting lips forming a sort of open bud, she was skillfully worshiping the scepter of her young Black Spouse that had planted the mighty seed deep in her womb. Her eager mouth was moving up and down the shaft, sometimes lingering on His huge testicles, giving them loving, light kisses, all the while uttering a blend of grunts, groans and whines.

I was well placed in the room to notice that sperm was oozing out of Nadiya's rectum. And soon she made her Master spurt again a heavy load of His seemingly inexhaustible reserve in a violent manly orgasm. She was obviously unable to swallow all that sperm.

Now being proactive in servicing my superiors, I didn't hesitate to climb on their bed and partake in the thorough cleaning of Master's Black scepter. They were now used to my behavior and, in fact, appreciated my sense of initiative. Nadiya and I were foraging everywhere on His rod, eager to clean it completely, engulfing every drop in our hungry mouths. Meanwhile, Saladin had His hands on our heads, like a Master with His pets. After, I motioned between Nadiya's buttocks to lick her clean there as well. Subconsciously, we both had established an unwritten convention of not leaving any drop of our Master's seed wasted.

Afterward, the two lovers went to take another shower and came back, ready to be dressed by their personal servant. I fetched freshly washed garments, a white see-through abaya with an assorted sheer white hijab to cover Nadiya's naked body (there was no feminine underwear in the house since their wedding) and a white embroidered linen djellaba [long loose-fitting unisex robe] for Master.

Soon after, Joshna brought the diner in the bedroom, placing the tray on the round table. Master complimented her for her appearance and her prettiness. She was wearing abayas most of the time now, under the influence of Madam, who had kind of given a boost to her Muslim faith observance. She was obviously elated, flagrantly flirting with Him, who was responding with His usual seductive smile.

"She is very pretty indeed," Nadiya remarked, looking at her very small breasts, enhanced however by tiny but stiff, protruding nipples, under the sheer pale green fabric. "It's such a pleasure for the eyes to see her slim body moving around in the house."

"Am I wrong if I say that you would like to play with that 18-year old young lady and submit to her?" Master asked without any early warning (it was a common thing to hear them express their inner thoughts openly, never hiding any of their fantasies and kinks to each other, even in front of the servants). It was kind of strange to hear that while Joshna, who was chiefly concerned, was still in the room.

"Mmmmmm... You are so good at guessing my thoughts, my Love," Nadiya replied with lightly blushing cheeks, keeping her confession for when the young lady would be gone.

"You can leave now, Joshna," Nadiya said with a haughty attitude, extending her hand for the servant to kiss it.

"Yes, Madam," Joshna replied, while kissing her mistress' hand. "Thank You Master, thank you Madam." She then left the room, hear head bowed.

The spouses sat around the table and gave me the plate that was reserved for me on the tray as per their usual instructions. Most of the time, I was not allowed to eat with them, and this time was no exception. I went behind the partition separating my sleeping quarters from the rest of the bedroom and sat on my chair to eat. Of course, this was not preventing me to hear their conversations.

When I came back in the bedroom later in the evening, the two lovers were sleeping soundly, tightly cuddled in their sheer-draped Blue love nest. I took a short moment to admire the moving beauty of the interracial couple, the young 23-year old Black Man and His 43-year old pregnant white wife, reflecting that it would probably be considered unacceptable, even disgusting, to many. But I was happy for my dear ex-wife, knowing that she had found the love of her life and, by the same way, a purpose in her life. For a few seconds, I found myself regretting that I had not been able to offer that happiness to her. I then went to take a shower and went to bed. I would clear the table and take the tray to the kitchen first thing in the morning and come back to be at their service as soon as they would wake up.