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Arabic Femdom Stories => Femdom Stories => Topic started by: shamr on October 10, 2016, 03:30:35 AM
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The rattling noise of a key opening the padlock woke me up as every morning for the last two months. It is dark, hot and sticky in my small room, not even big enough to stretch out my legs. But for sure the room is sufficient for the actual purpose, which it is fulfilling during the daytime for the stuff and our customers.
Before i could move on my knees with my head down on the floor as i was expected, the soles of her slippers hit my face brutally. „Wake up!“, Pranee is shouting with a strong Thai accent and a light taste of blood covers my tongue. i prefer to sleep with my face heading the door, away from the stinky hole of the squat toilet, but i always regret in those moments. Hectically but still drowsy i turn around on my knees and carefully kiss her right foot, which was just kicking my face before. She is wearing grey wedged rubber slippers, popular in Thailand. The strong taste of dust is now overlocking the light taste of blood. Her foot is pushing my chin up while a stroke of a short whip is severely hitting my naked back. My hush moaning is responded by a chuckle followed by a strict command „Cleaning, you and shop! Fast!“. Pranee leaves to the kitchen.
Instantly i carry my thin mattress to the chamber next to the toilet, where the cleaning stuff is stored. i grab my clothes, soap, tooth brush and shaver and, back in the restroom, fill the bucket with water to wash myself squatting over the toilet.
The morning sun is shining through the advertisements covered front window, the watch on the wall shows already 9:30am. As every morning i start with cleaning routine and preparation for the day. It is a small shop of around two and a half meters wide and not even five meters long with only four lounge style pedicure chairs and a couch as waiting zone next to the entrance in front of the window. In the back behind a curtain there is a small kitchen for the therapists, a storage and the toilet, which is my cell for the night.
Pranee finished her breakfast, now sitting down on one of the lounge chairs and watching me doing my work. i assume she is in her beginning 20s, about 1.55m height and 50kg, quite average for Thai women. Her round face is framed by smooth silky short hair, just covering her ears. While she is not the boss, she can be very bossy, which is likely the reason, why she was announced to be my Maai.
After i cleaned the floor and refilled the trolleys for pedicure equipment she asks „finished?“ i nod my head „yes Maai Pranee!“ She puts on her white socks and walks through the shop, checking the result. When i started serving in this shop i was severely punished almost every morning, since her socks changed grey and black. i learned the very hard, but obviously successful way.
Luckily there are no objections today and so she finally says „Go kitchen, breakfast“. Actually it is not really breakfast what i can expect. It is more the waste from their yesterdays dinner mixed with dust, tissues and other trash, which i am allowed to pick out of the dustbin. But i won’t complain since Thai food, even cold one, is one of my favorite and i glad i don’t need to eat out of the toilet.
Meanwhile Pranee’s colleagues arrived. Nuk is already in her end 30s, same hight as Pranee, but much heavier, with long smooth hair. Her face is always smiling, even to me. Siriporn is a bit taller and slim, also with long hair. „Here towels“, she says while she is handing over a bag with the towels from the laundry. After storing them i put on the electric dog collar around my balls, which i have to wear whole day for immediate customer feedback and crawl back to the main room.
Pranee is checking the remote as always on full power and a strong shock hits my balls which makes me wince of pain. „Working“, she smiles.
It is almost 11am and the three are relaxing on the lounge chairs, waiting for the first customers, talking and chuckling engaged. i serve tea and clean their slippers, which are stored on a board besides the door. Before lunch time only few people take a pedicure or foot massage. Afterwards it gets busier with tourists taking a pedicure. Around eight it is getting crowded and partly messy with more and more drunk tourists. Luckily the shop closes around 11 already, so the worst happens somewhere else.
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