The Saga of the Slavery Life Of an Indian Cuckold-7
It's with joy and relief that I received Nadiya's first email a few days after they had left.
Dear Ravi,
I hope that you're doing well (and that you followed my order about the key...). We landed safely in Dubai three days ago, after a long flight from Mumbai. In the plane, we spent some of our time reading the Quran, my Husband using an Arabic copy and me an English one, although He teaches me the basics of the language a little every day. We also slept and watched movies. I was hungry but refused the meal as the meat was not halal. Coming out of the plane at the airport, I was assaulted by a scorching heat that made me sweat abundantly under my garment until we finally entered our suite at the Kempinski Hotel Mall of the Emirates
late in the night. As soon as the bell boy left the room, I removed my niqab, and my Husband and I hugged and French kissed without end, and we began to undress each other, eager to play. We had waited for so long months that most intimate erotic encounter as Husband and wife and yearned to seal our commitment to each other as spouses. I wanted to take a shower first but my Sajan said that He would enjoy making love just as we were, that is with our bodies covered with sweat, wanting to smell, kiss and lick my body all over. This was quite an arousing proposal indeed!
We ended up on the huge bed, my white, slick and sticky body contrasting with Saladin's athletic, drenched black mass. We were like two animals in heat, moaning, groaning, giggling and kissing hotly. At long last, my "fasting" was over... my Man would penetrate me vaginally bareback, just the legitimate way a husband takes ownership of his wife. At long last, I could experience within me the awesome feel of the skin of His long and thick black cock. Before, we indulged in long foreplay, exploring our sweat-drenched bodies like never before. He slowly began to probe my body with His eager tongue and lips, wiping the sweat on my armpits and under my enlarged breasts, sometimes enhancing my pleasure by biting my long, erect nipples. My dear Lover licked my smelly navel and proceeded down to my pussy, stopping to kiss my bright red tattooed heart with His name within, and licking and sucking my hard clitoris and gently biting my outer and inner lips. This was never before experienced beatitude for me, the now proud and obedient wife of my new Husband. He didn't miss any part of my body, which I was delighted to offer Him on the altar of Love. Taking His time, Saladin explored my rear crack with his tongue, lingering into my wet anus.
After a long while spent worshipping my available body, my Sajan, at last, lifted me with His powerful arms, turned me on my back and made his way between my thighs, making me spread them to welcome Him. Saladin gently but firmly pushed his penis at the entrance of my hole, applying some pressure then let the head plop in. As I was somewhat stretched, no pain was involved. I crossed my legs behind His lower back to imprison Him on me, as if I wanted Him and I to become a single body, and scraped His shoulders with my long nails. He slowly buried his prick to the hilt then withdrew to the crown. His pace picked up slowly till He had a nice rhythm that held for about 15 minutes, accompanied by the sound of my numerous bracelets and anklets, culminating in an explosion that almost took me from my bonds. I was driven crazy with lust. Surrendering to the power of my Husband, I yelped in ecstasy! I had never been dreaming to get so much pleasure and joy from sex.
Having both ejaculated, and exhausted, we fell asleep, my Master lying on top of me with His black phallus still inside me, His warm sperm slowly seeping out.
Now the morning after, we just finished having our breakfast in our suite, overlooking the beautiful Bosphorus. At the request of our Master Saladin – who wanted to give you that special "reward" – it's with pleasure and lust, my fingers trembling on the keyboard, that I wrote you this account of our first bareback intercourse as Husband and wife.
With all my affection to you, my fellow worshipper of our Master.
When I finished reading, I was overwhelmed by horniness. Unable to control my urge, I picked up the key to my chastity cage, unlocked it and came back to the computer to read Nadiya's email again, furiously masturbating my stiff 3-inch dickette. I ended up with a small pool of my light sperm on my lower belly.
Chronicle of a honeymoon
During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Nadiya and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return.
I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, not so long ago, who had proposed my wife to find a "real" man to satisfy her sexual cravings. So I had to face reality: she had found that real Man, and had become His wife. It was an irreversible state of affairs.
I tried to occupy my mind with the company's business. It worked somewhat during the day, and even late in the evening some days, but when I came back home at night, with my boy-cock ensconced in its steel cage, my thoughts inevitably came back to my submissive status and to the uncertainty of my fate.
I remembered very well what Nadiya had told me on the evening that I came into their room before their wedding: "...I came to realize that you're way too busy as CMD to give us all the attention and devotion we deserve... I expect you to seriously consider your future life with us while we are on our honeymoon... I expect you to continue to be a proactive submissive and to increase your inferior status by becoming our true servant. Whatever ideas that you have to make that a reality will be welcome... When we return, I expect you to come up with suggestions on the way you can free yourself in order to become our full-time submissive."
Some ideas and plans began to form in my mind on the means I could use to satisfy Nadiya's expectations. I was now 53 years old, I had been blessed to pursue a very successful career in the pharma field, up to the position of CMD of a major international pharma business. I was a more than wealthy man, with a 6-figure salary, half of a large estate in mumbai. (with the other half belonging to my ex-wife), a great number of highly profitable shares and the perspective of a hefty retiring allowance. I would be protected from any money problems for the rest of my life. With the passing of days, slowly, I developed a proposal for Nadiya and her Husband, an offer that would most likely be satisfactory to them.
It had been a week since the two newlyweds had left. I kept watching my emails every day, hoping to receive a second one from Nadiya . It came into my inbox at home a few days later. My heart was beating wildly:
Dear servant,
We enjoyed very much our stay in Dubai. A lot happened in the last few days. As you know, my Husband wanted me to keep you informed of our honeymoon as a "reward" for your devoted submission to us. As a matter of fact, I have so much to tell you that I wrote the rest in a Word document attached to this email. You might print it and read it at your leisure.
Shivering with excitement, I opened the attached document right away, printed it and began reading:
Dear servant,
In my previous email, I forgot to tell you something; it is rather "inexcusable" given its importance. When we woke up after our first true night of love as Husband and wife, we chatted in our bed before having a shower together and breakfast, after which I wrote you my previous email. In the bed, while we were kissing, fondling and playing gently, Saladin made a confession. He told me that He had a concubine here in Dubai, and that she is the new manager at His office (your office too as a matter of fact), a 22 years old bengali woman named Rizwana that had not been hired yet the last time that I came to Dubai with Him a few months ago. You might have seen her name in some file at your office. That revelation, only a few days after our wedding, came as a terrible shock to me.
I told my Sajan that my fear was that I would be too old for Him, not attractive enough, not giving Him all the sexual energy that a younger woman could use to satisfy a young Man like Him. After all, I was 43 years old, 20 years older than Him. He reassured me with His usual calm and comforting voice. He made me understand that having one or several concubines along with a wife is a normal way for Muslim men, a widespread usage in the Islamic world. He also confided His deep love for me, telling me that I am His one and only wife, His favorite, that I would always be His queen, the woman of His life. Sensing the sincerity of His words, I slowly let my anger and angst subside. I spontaneously bent my head backward, looked right in His eyes and let Him kiss me deeply, still hugging me. He undoubtedly knew then that I was surrendering to His irresistible aura, entering forever with Him in His Islamic realm. I couldn't resist Him, unable to free myself from His overpowering spell.
Saladin then lifted me and took me back in His strong arms on the bed. We made love for almost one hour, furiously and yet tenderly. I surprised myself being more vocal during our intercourse than I had ever been with Him before (and certainly way more than I had ever been with you). I remember telling Him, close to exhaustion from being penetrated so hard and for so long, that I loved Him immensely, that I wanted Him to be happy and to use His concubine as often as He wanted. I told Him, that I understood His need to spend His muslim Man's great sexual energy and that I would not necessarily be able to satisfy His needs in that respect. I also begged Him – while He was thrusting His powerful black penis within me, reaching up to my cervix, and pleasing me like I had never been before – to impregnate me, to make me and Himself a Black baby, the baby that my ex-husband could never give me: "Oh, my Beloved, I want to give You Your baby, Your Black baby!"
All this happened before I wrote you my last email.
The same day, Saladin and I went to your company's branch office together. I was quite nervous but eager to meet my Husband's concubine. As soon as we came into Rizwana's office, He introduced me to her. When I motioned to shake her hand, she offered me a light, elegant curtsey and gently kissed my gloved right hand. She looked surprised to see a white hindu woman wearing the strict Islamic abaya [cloak worn from the top of the head to the ground], hijab [head scarf] and niqab [face veil showing only the eyes] and elbow-length gloves, the attributes of only the most conservative Muslim women. Her manners and apparent shyness seduced me right away, as it must have been the case with my Husband. She is about 5 feet 6 inches, a little shorter than me, and somewhat on the plump side, and her breasts are a noticeable size, about 38D. This made me jealous in a way, now knowing why my Sajan wanted me so much to grow my own breasts. She was dressed elegantly, the western way, with a dark blue business suit and white blouse, sheer hose and moderately high-heeled black pumps. My Husband had told me that she was a rather liberal Muslim, rarely wearing the modest Islamic clothing common in Dubai. That attire made her look somewhat older than her 22 years. She had wavy jet black hair down to the middle of her back which was enhancing the stunning beauty of her opal blue eyes. She pleased me upfront not only with that polite, deferent behavior but also by calling me Memsaab. I asked her if I could call her Rizwana mentioning that she had such a beautiful name. She gladly agreed.
Saladin made no secret about their special relationship as lovers. Obviously, He had given her advance notice that I would be aware of their amorous ties. Noticing right away the immediate connection between her and me, He proposed that Rizwana take a day off the following day to be our guide in that huge city with a population of nearly 3.6 million people.
The following morning, we met with our beautiful young guide to begin our tour. Although Rizwana was still very respectful and deferent with me, I noticed that she had an inner sensual self and behavior with the two of us, supplemented by a subtly submissive attitude. This didn't prevent her from openly flirting with my Husband. On my part, I had to admit that for the first time in my life, I felt a sexual attraction for another woman. She had the sensitivity, out of consideration for me and Saladin, to dress conservatively for the occasion, wearing a black full-length burqa [type of veil and body concealing all of a woman's body including the eyes, which are covered with a mesh screen] and elbow-length gloves, just like me.
I told Saladin and Rizwana that I wanted for quite some time to visit the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque, especially since I had converted to the Islamic faith. They readily agreed to make it our first destination of the day.
When we arrived at the mosque, We were fortunate enough to be there shortly before the Dhuhr [noon] prayer time. When inside, Rizwana and I went to the Women's prayer room and Saladin to the main prayer room. Both of us removed our sandals and kneeled, our foreheads on the floor, to pray side by side. I prayed for the happiness of my new marriage and asked Allah to help me cope with the Islamic practice of concubinage and become a more faithful, obedient and loving wife to my beloved Husband for as long as we would live. After about 15 minutes, we got back up and returned outside where Master was waiting for us.
Although we didn't stay at the restaurant very long, Rizwana and I were already quite intimate. To the point where she confided to me that she had a white hindu boyfriend for a little more than one year. They were making plans to marry. However, when she met Saladin, she fell in love with Him right away, which had put an end to her relationship with her fiancé. I was astonished to hear her shamelessly express her appreciation of my Husband's sexual feats, insisting on the fact that He gave her way more pleasure than her ex-hindu boyfriend. I was experiencing mixed feelings. On one hand, I felt jealous and worried about losing my Sajan in the arms of a much younger woman. On the other hand, agreeing completely with her comments on my Husband's sexual capacities, my heart was beating like a drum, and my vagina was as wet as a saturated sponge.
Given that we were leaving the day after for Saudi Arabia, Saladin invited Rizwana to share a private dinner with us in our hotel suite and stay over for the night. "It would be a way for us to thank you for having been such an efficient guide today and to strengthen the ties that already bind us," He said. "We board the plane only at 8:30 p.m. tomorrow." Although blushing, Rizwana showed her eager acceptance by giving her Lover a tender kiss on the lips and gently kissing my right hand with her usual light curtsey.
"I would need to go home first so that I can freshen up and gather a few things," mentioned Rizwana.
"No problem, dear Rizwana, we expect you to knock on our door at 7:00 p.m. We are staying in suite number 2, on the top floor You can take a taxi home. Tell the driver to wait for you and take you back to our hotel. Here is some money," my Husband replied in a gentle but unmistakingly authoritative voice.
I was then somewhat surprised, but pleased, to hear Him say: "By the way, I would like you to call me Master from now on in private, and to call Nadiya 'Memsaab' as you have done today, if it's right with you."
"Yes Master," she eagerly replied, obviously longing to be directed, "Thank you for letting me share those moments with You and Memsaab." She then left and we took our own taxi to the hotel.
When we entered our suite, it was time for the Asr (late afternoon) prayer. Very gently, Saladin freed me of my burqa, handed me my prayer dress and helped me put it on over my sweating body. We then kneeled down, forefront on the carpeted floor to pray, one beside the other. As we regularly do now, we prayed together aloud, sharing our fervent orisons. My Sajan began: "Allah, I want to thank You for the beautiful gift of my beloved wife, Nadiya. Thank You for having permitted me to meet and marry her. That's the best thing that happened in my life. I dare to ask You to give us many long years together. Might You want Nadiya to bear our child, I would be eternally grateful for Your great wisdom and generosity. I also want to thank You for having done that my beloved Nadiya accepted my desire to have a concubine, as Your rules permit. Thank you, almighty Allah, for our health, our love, our promising future."
Hearing that, I cried silently, my face on the floor. I was filled with joy and bliss. With a sobbing voice, I followed suit: "Allah, the only God, I feel privileged to having converted to the faith in You by my so much beloved Husband. Thank you for having permitted that we meet and marry. My only wish is to give Him what He longs for the most, a child, that we would raise in awe of You, the Great God. I thank You for having let me understand the needs of my Husband, including the need to spend His excess stamina and energy by taking a concubine. I only live for Your worship and the worship of my Sajan. I vow to obey You and obey Him, forever."
Our prayer now over, we kissed tenderly. I knew my Husband enough by now... I knew what He wanted... I moved close to Him and we began to undress each other. I was moaning with lust and an irrepressible desire to be taken. I knew that He could see the hunger in my eyes, in my low, plaintive sighs. He knew that He owned me as easily as if He had taken me off the shelf and paid for me, a doll for His amusement. "I want Your baby so much, darling," I whispered in His ear. He knew that when He puts His hands on me, I can't resist, He knew that I was perpetually hungry for His cock.
We were now naked, my body still glistening with the sweat I had produced in the city all day. He liked to see me like that. He liked to move His hands all over my body like that. He liked to lick and kiss my sweaty body. He enjoyed penetrating and owning me, just like the Bull sires the cow.
We made love like rutting animals for more than one hour, during which I kept my rosebud buttplug inside me, as He liked. In awe of my muslim Man's mighty power, gasping and moaning, my slit dripping wet from His semen, I thanked Him for being so generous with His monstrous, thick penis and for giving me such bliss. My body was limp, completely exhausted.
(Ravi, I want you to know, if you had any doubt, that my Husband, my Master, our Master, gives me so much pleasure and fulfillment. I now realize that before Him, I never knew what was a real, overwhelming orgasm, nor with you nor anyone else. He owns me now. I love you, but just like a sister tenderly loves her brother; you're now merely a provider, a caretaker.)
After long minutes of rest on the bed, we went to take a shower together. Even after such long, tiring, but so wonderful, moments of carnal love, Saladin still had the energy to play with me, pulling out and thrusting back in my bulbous buttplug in my ass under the shower. I was amazed by His strength and stamina.
After drying up and putting on fresh clothes, we had a moment of rest. While I was sitting on the couch facing the great vista offered by the Bosphorus through the large windows, Saladin ordered tea for both of us (you might have noticed that I am much less interested in drinking wine now; it must be that my Muslim faith is having its effect) and made the necessary arrangements for our private dinner for three in our suite at 8:30 p.m.
Having heard Saladin specify the time for dinner, I knew what He was planning. I was so happy to attain an increasing harmony of thought and wordless complicity with my Husband as each day passed.
About ten minutes before 7:00, Saladin removed His bathrobe and lied down naked on the bed for a moment. My God, how beautiful is He! A true Man, a true stallion. I worship His wonderful, powerful, athletic Black body. I praise Allah for the bliss and privilege of mingling my white, mature body with my Man's Black young powerful body. He then walked toward the bathroom to take a shower. Knowing that He would be pleased with my initiative, I undressed to greet His young concubine.
At exactly 7:00, I heard a knock on the door. Rizwana was definitely on time, a sure sign of obedience. When I opened the door, my now enlarged 36D breasts were lightly dangling. I was not wearing any make up and my body was entirely bald, except for my hair. As usual, my fingers and toes were all adorning rings, including my wedding ring. Despite my 41 years, I was proud of my still rather attractive and well preserved body.
I saw the surprise in Rizwana 's eyes and face. Although somewhat stunned, she immediately curtseyed and put a gentle kiss on my hand, kept her cool and said: "Good evening, Memsaab." with a coy smile.
I welcomed her in and took the small suitcase that she was holding. Once she was inside, I saw that her eyes were immediately attracted to my bright red tattooed heart above my bald pussy. Saladin was in the bathroom just about to take his shower. I undressed Rizwana completely. I couldn't do but smile when I saw her large breasts, larger than mine, being reminded of Saladin's taste for huge breasts. Her slightly plump, lightly tanned body was very attractive, and I noticed with pleasure that it was as hairless as mine. She also had a remarkable attribute: exceptionally large vagina outer labia, like I had never seen before, that were dangling freely when she moved (mmmmmm).
Taking her hand, I lead her to the half-open bathroom door, poking my head in. "My Sajan, would You like us to take a shower with You?" He readily accepted and invited us in. No doubt that the concubine had the same reasons as the wife to admire this beautiful Muslim Man in all His splendor. When He saw us naked, His already long half-rigid prick readily sprang up, and I couldn't do but drool in awe. Without further ado, Saladin entered the large luxurious shower and turned the water on to adjust its temperature. We followed Him and let ourselves be engulfed under the warm water, closing in on our gorgeous Black Muslim Husband/Lover. He hugged us in His strong, muscular arms in such a way that we were now forming a tight triad spreading bubbling soap all over our longing bodies. Rizwana and I smiled when our hands met to grab Saladin's huge penis, so that we began masturbating Him in unison. Our large breasts were literally flattened on His torso, and we were soon indulging in a three-way deep French kissing, our tongues mingling hastily. I readily kissed my Precious Rizwana with my pouting lips, oblivious to this very lesbian gesture. Our hands were all over each other's bodies, sometimes in a rear end, sometimes fingering our vaginas or Saladin's testicles. My soul sister and I were gasping and moaning loudly.
Suddenly, my Husband grabbed me by the thighs and lifted me, motioning to fuck me astride. I readily crossed my legs around His waist and my arms around His neck and made my pussy available, wide open. He slowly worked His thick, heavily veined shaft into me, and rode me like a horse siring a mare. My big breasts were bouncing and rebounding like mad. I was rising and falling on His cock, my slit dripping wet. Loudly, I uttered: "Oh my beautiful Black Stallion... mmmmmmm... You fuck me so good! Aghhh... Yes, fuck me hard, harder please!!!" My sajan was filling me up completely, making me utter loud panting, fevered moans.
Meanwhile, my Rizwana was caressing my buttocks and back and gently fondling my breasts and thighs. After a short while, she grabbed the protruding rosebud of my buttplug and slowly moved it in and out of my anus just so that it was on the verge of coming out; At the same time, she was giving me gentle kisses on the ears, whispering... "Oh, Memsaab, you're beautiful..." I was having enormous pleasure, literally fucked from both sides. I was in a state of blissful ecstasy and came just a few moments before my Husband did. I felt His potent semen oozing out of my vagina. My body was limp, completely exhausted. My two companions tenderly kissed me.
I cannot tell you how long these plays lasted as we were all lost in deep lust. However, we finally came out of the shower. Saladin asked Rizwana to dry 'Memsaab' up with a large towel, then Him. "Dry yourself, dry Memsaab's hair and then yours, and come meet us in the room. We have to get dressed as we only have about 20 minutes before they bring our dinner," He said after she had finished wiping my body
She dared to ask, however humbly, if I wanted to remove my rosebud buttplug. I told her that I was wearing it permanently and that I removed it only to attend my bodily functions or when my Husband asked me to.
"Would you like to wear one as well?" Saladin asked her upfront.
She blushed and answered: "Yes, Master."
"I like your answer, Rizwana. Nadiya will order one for you on internet once we are back home and have it delivered to your address, and when you receive it, I want you to put it on right away and keep it permanently, just like Memsaab does," He added.
"Yes Master." was her response.
Next, we dressed up in our best Islamic clothes. Saladin requested us to wear full-length chador dresses with a niqab [face veil showing only the eyes] and elbow-length gloves, wanting us to remain modest and reserved in front of the hotel staff. Rizwana had brought a gorgeous pure white chador in her suitcase along with assorted gloves and thong sandals but no underwear. I noticed with pleasure that the silver anklet that I had offered her was matching perfectly with her attire. For my part, I chose a very light blue similar apparel, with no underwear either, and I was sporting my usual multitude of jewels, with some worn over my gloves. Saladin likes me to wear a lot of jewels; He thinks that it gives me a sort of classy, demure look. And I came to like it just as much. We sat quietly in the large dining room while Saladin put on His beautiful white djellaba; neither did He wear underwear.
Soon two members of the hotel staff arrived to set the table, not forgetting the candles, and brought the ordered food along with hot tea. We told ourselves that this would be most welcome as we were quite hungry.
In the lush dining room, we were offered a magnificent dusky urban landscape through the large windows opening toward the Bosphorus. Saladin, seated between the two of us, served us some jasmine tea. As the two servants had left after accepting a hefty tip, we could remove our niqabs and enjoy the dinner comfortably. The meal went along slowly and we enjoyed the delicious Middle-Eastern food – a mix of vegetarian items and lamb completed by genuine Turkish desserts – as much as the conversation, which was surprisingly open given that Rizwana and I knew each other for only one day.
At one point, my Sajan expressed His gratitude to Allah for being so fortunate to own a loving, obedient wife and a sultry, submissive concubine and felt just as fortunate as are the wealthy sheiks and sultans. I followed in the same vein, thanking our God for having met and married the most wonderful Man and wishing that I could give Him the child He was longing for so much. Rizwana, for her part, confided that she did not regret whatsoever her rupture with her hindu fiancé and the consequent failure of their marriage plans after falling in love with Saladin. In turn, She openly shared her contentment for being sexually pleasured so strongly, admitting, with a longing in her eyes, that she was perpetually hungry for her Lover's cock. He confessed of being blessed that His two women were getting along so well, behaving like loving sisters and even more, as lesbian lovers-to-be. We smiled to Him and to each other, deeply immersed in an atmosphere of sensual quietude. From time to time, each of us would set one hand softly on His thighs, kissing Him gently on the lips.
Our Master stated that He wanted us to be always truly candid with Him and with each other, to freely share all our most inner thoughts, dreams and fantasies as if we would be open books. Adding that He would do the same Himself, He reassured us that He would always be an understanding and open-minded Master and ready to hear all our confessions, be they the most far-fetched.
That's in this spirit, in the prevailing climate of openness, that I decided to share something that I had not yet told my Husband.
Knowing that Rizwana would hear my kinky confession increased my excitement. "My Beloved, there is something that I am thinking about for some time... something that You might find somewhat wild... However, in my mind it would be a true proof of my love and submission to You while giving me sexual excitement. I was thinking of having my head closely shaved and kept as such permanently and having a tattoo done in Arabic on the back of my hip above my ass would read 'submissive slave'
( العبد الخاضع ). This would be a permanent mark of Your ownership of me to be seen, if You see fit, to Your mom and sisters. I'll be proud to show my bald head and tattoo to Ravi, our servant so that he realizes how You own me totally. And, of course, our child would see that symbol of my faithful love for his/her Father."
Rizwana's eyes were revealing her total astonishment.
As for my Husband, he readily replied with a gentle smile: "My dear love, I greatly appreciate your candidness, and nothing is too wild between us. It's indeed is a wonderful idea. You're such a proactive wife. I am deeply touched by your endless desire to please me. It's indeed a great testimony of your love for me. And I must admit that it would excite me very much also. Thinking of it, after you make your project come true, I would like you to be bare-headed at all times at home and even under your hijab when outside. And my wish to piercing your tongue, nipples, navel, clit hood, labia (four rings in each side.) Then your ears, filling them with titanium and diamond . Rizwana, with your great knowledge of the intricacies of dubai, would you be kind enough to try to find a good tattoo and piercing studio? Given this, we might change our honeymoon plans and come back to Dubai a few days earlier than initially expected at the end of our honeymoon. This would enable us to make my wife's fantasy a reality. By the way, the Ramadan [see the end note] will have begun by that time. It will be her first time to observe it as a Muslim woman and wife."
I expressed my great joy to live my first Ramadan and make that an opportunity to increase my faith. I added that I was expecting to be ovulating soon and that I would like to have it done before having any chance to become pregnant. My Sajan hugged me tenderly.
"Yes Master," said Rizwana, "I do know a few places but I could do a thorough research and find the most attended and professional studio in time for your return. I will do all my possible to find one where the piercing and tattooing could be done."
Saladin followed through saying that He wanted Rizwana to be with us to comfort me by my side when this would be done. And He added that He would prefer if the artist was a woman.
Saladin carried on: "There is one important thing that I want to make clear to you, dear Rizwana, although you most likely feel it instinctively. Nadiya is my wife, my favorite, and you are my concubine. She is the only one to receive me bareback; you and I will always use a condom. My wife and I want so much to have a child, and she will be the only one to be blessed with the privilege of bearing our progeny. Furthermore, you are inferior to us and, as I already asked you, you are to address my wife as 'Memsaab' at all times. In fact, you are OUR concubine and we may use you as our pet, our sex toy, for our amusement when we feel like it. I have seen quite soon your submissive nature, and I can imagine that you strive to nurture it and make it blossom with the right Master and Mistress. This being said, you are completely free to go your own way, in which case you will still keep your position as office manager in Dubai because you do an excellent job. Otherwise, you will still keep your position here but there might be developments, such as an eventual transfer to Mumbai so that you can come live with us. And you would not have to worry about your living expenses. We own a large, plush estate in a suburb and a large house with a good number or bedrooms. You would meet Nadiya's ex-husband who lives with us. He enjoyed being a cuckold but he is not a cuckold any more, he's simply our servant, a submissive just like you who becomes more submissive as time passes. By the way, he is the CEO of our company, the company you work for (hearing that, Rizwana was flabbergasted...). Are you willing to accept this arrangement?"
His words made me so proud and happy (notwithstanding your reaction when you read this; knowing you, I even suspect that the humiliation titillates you...)!
Rizwana had listened carefully and with an apparent state of emotion to what my Husband had just said. Without hesitation, gazing into Saladin's eyes, she replied "Yes Master, I fully accept the arrangement and I am willing to obey and submit to You and Memsaab. For as long as I can remember, I have always longed to submit to a real Man and belong to Him. You are that real Man. I know that my hindu fiancé would not have given me that fulfillment. Thank You Master for having deigned to choose me as Your obedient and submissive concubine. You make me so happy and satisfied, You fulfill me and You provide the answer to my deepest longings so wonderfully! I am prepared to follow You and Memsaab and live with you anywhere you want me to. I am, and will remain forever, grateful to You. Thank You, Master."
It was a very touching moment. I bent forward and kissed her gently on the lips.
Given that my Husband and I were to leave for our Hajj [pilgrimage to Mecca] the next day (unfortunately not during the Hajj period), Saladin wanted us to go to sleep and invited Rizwana to share our king size bed with us. A few minutes later we were under the bed sheets together, cuddling, fondling and kissing. My Rizwana then humbly begged Saladin, in a throaty prayer, to fuck her. He smiled and asked me to put a condom on His penis and vigorously spread her thighs after she had laid down over Him and penetrated her brutally, making her whimper loudly. I pressed my body onto my Husband and fell asleep almost immediately, oblivious to their lovemaking. We woke up the next morning cuddled, our bodies enmeshed.
This long letter has taken me some time to write as you may imagine. My Sajan kindly allowed the time to give you this reward, as a matter of fact one of the few rewards you will have from now on. However, you know that my professional background enables me to write without effort. It was not a task but rather an excitement for me to offer you this chronicle of our honeymoon, which has the effect of bonding me even more tightly with my beloved Husband.
On another note... we bought an iPad to Aisha to keep in touch with her in our absence, and we have regular contacts. In fact, she emailed me a few days ago to inform me that she had found a sperm-stained towel in your bathroom. I must tell you that I am disappointed with your attitude. I had left you the second key to your chastity cage for you to use only in case of emergency but I see that you have chosen to disobey. I discussed the matter with Saladin, and we find that you display a selfish behavior. As I have already told you, the cock cage was one of three options for keeping you chaste. We are wondering if it would not be better for you to be castrated. In any case, we will bring the subject back when we return. In the meantime, we demand that you keep your obedient and submissive attitude.
I hope that you don't find it too hard to be separated from your Master and me for so long. Just think of our return, of how happy you will be to see us again, so happy to serve us. I will make sure that we bring back a little souvenir for you. Meanwhile, I will do my best to send you one or two more chronicles of our honeymoon. I know that you have my wellbeing and happiness very much at heart. Rest assured... I am happier than I have never been before. I am full of joy!
P.S. I know that you will email Saladin at His business address to thank Him for having let me send you this gift letter and to apologize for breaching our rules.
With my sisterly love,
Memsahib (Madam
)
Dear Ravi,
I hope that you're doing well (and that you followed my order about the key...). We landed safely in Dubai three days ago, after a long flight from Mumbai. In the plane, we spent some of our time reading the Quran, my Husband using an Arabic copy and me an English one, although He teaches me the basics of the language a little every day. We also slept and watched movies. I was hungry but refused the meal as the meat was not halal. Coming out of the plane at the airport, I was assaulted by a scorching heat that made me sweat abundantly under my garment until we finally entered our suite at the Kempinski Hotel Mall of the Emirates
late in the night. As soon as the bell boy left the room, I removed my niqab, and my Husband and I hugged and French kissed without end, and we began to undress each other, eager to play. We had waited for so long months that most intimate erotic encounter as Husband and wife and yearned to seal our commitment to each other as spouses. I wanted to take a shower first but my Sajan said that He would enjoy making love just as we were, that is with our bodies covered with sweat, wanting to smell, kiss and lick my body all over. This was quite an arousing proposal indeed!
We ended up on the huge bed, my white, slick and sticky body contrasting with Saladin's athletic, drenched black mass. We were like two animals in heat, moaning, groaning, giggling and kissing hotly. At long last, my "fasting" was over... my Man would penetrate me vaginally bareback, just the legitimate way a husband takes ownership of his wife. At long last, I could experience within me the awesome feel of the skin of His long and thick black cock. Before, we indulged in long foreplay, exploring our sweat-drenched bodies like never before. He slowly began to probe my body with His eager tongue and lips, wiping the sweat on my armpits and under my enlarged breasts, sometimes enhancing my pleasure by biting my long, erect nipples. My dear Lover licked my smelly navel and proceeded down to my pussy, stopping to kiss my bright red tattooed heart with His name within, and licking and sucking my hard clitoris and gently biting my outer and inner lips. This was never before experienced beatitude for me, the now proud and obedient wife of my new Husband. He didn't miss any part of my body, which I was delighted to offer Him on the altar of Love. Taking His time, Saladin explored my rear crack with his tongue, lingering into my wet anus.
After a long while spent worshipping my available body, my Sajan, at last, lifted me with His powerful arms, turned me on my back and made his way between my thighs, making me spread them to welcome Him. Saladin gently but firmly pushed his penis at the entrance of my hole, applying some pressure then let the head plop in. As I was somewhat stretched, no pain was involved. I crossed my legs behind His lower back to imprison Him on me, as if I wanted Him and I to become a single body, and scraped His shoulders with my long nails. He slowly buried his prick to the hilt then withdrew to the crown. His pace picked up slowly till He had a nice rhythm that held for about 15 minutes, accompanied by the sound of my numerous bracelets and anklets, culminating in an explosion that almost took me from my bonds. I was driven crazy with lust. Surrendering to the power of my Husband, I yelped in ecstasy! I had never been dreaming to get so much pleasure and joy from sex.
Having both ejaculated, and exhausted, we fell asleep, my Master lying on top of me with His black phallus still inside me, His warm sperm slowly seeping out.
Now the morning after, we just finished having our breakfast in our suite, overlooking the beautiful Bosphorus. At the request of our Master Saladin – who wanted to give you that special "reward" – it's with pleasure and lust, my fingers trembling on the keyboard, that I wrote you this account of our first bareback intercourse as Husband and wife.
With all my affection to you, my fellow worshipper of our Master.
When I finished reading, I was overwhelmed by horniness. Unable to control my urge, I picked up the key to my chastity cage, unlocked it and came back to the computer to read Nadiya's email again, furiously masturbating my stiff 3-inch dickette. I ended up with a small pool of my light sperm on my lower belly.
Chronicle of a honeymoon
During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Nadiya and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return.
I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, not so long ago, who had proposed my wife to find a "real" man to satisfy her sexual cravings. So I had to face reality: she had found that real Man, and had become His wife. It was an irreversible state of affairs.
I tried to occupy my mind with the company's business. It worked somewhat during the day, and even late in the evening some days, but when I came back home at night, with my boy-cock ensconced in its steel cage, my thoughts inevitably came back to my submissive status and to the uncertainty of my fate.
I remembered very well what Nadiya had told me on the evening that I came into their room before their wedding: "...I came to realize that you're way too busy as CMD to give us all the attention and devotion we deserve... I expect you to seriously consider your future life with us while we are on our honeymoon... I expect you to continue to be a proactive submissive and to increase your inferior status by becoming our true servant. Whatever ideas that you have to make that a reality will be welcome... When we return, I expect you to come up with suggestions on the way you can free yourself in order to become our full-time submissive."
Some ideas and plans began to form in my mind on the means I could use to satisfy Nadiya's expectations. I was now 53 years old, I had been blessed to pursue a very successful career in the pharma field, up to the position of CMD of a major international pharma business. I was a more than wealthy man, with a 6-figure salary, half of a large estate in mumbai. (with the other half belonging to my ex-wife), a great number of highly profitable shares and the perspective of a hefty retiring allowance. I would be protected from any money problems for the rest of my life. With the passing of days, slowly, I developed a proposal for Nadiya and her Husband, an offer that would most likely be satisfactory to them.
It had been a week since the two newlyweds had left. I kept watching my emails every day, hoping to receive a second one from Nadiya . It came into my inbox at home a few days later. My heart was beating wildly:
Dear servant,
We enjoyed very much our stay in Dubai. A lot happened in the last few days. As you know, my Husband wanted me to keep you informed of our honeymoon as a "reward" for your devoted submission to us. As a matter of fact, I have so much to tell you that I wrote the rest in a Word document attached to this email. You might print it and read it at your leisure.
Shivering with excitement, I opened the attached document right away, printed it and began reading:
*****
Dear servant,
In my previous email, I forgot to tell you something; it is rather "inexcusable" given its importance. When we woke up after our first true night of love as Husband and wife, we chatted in our bed before having a shower together and breakfast, after which I wrote you my previous email. In the bed, while we were kissing, fondling and playing gently, Saladin made a confession. He told me that He had a concubine here in Dubai, and that she is the new manager at His office (your office too as a matter of fact), a 22 years old bengali woman named Rizwana that had not been hired yet the last time that I came to Dubai with Him a few months ago. You might have seen her name in some file at your office. That revelation, only a few days after our wedding, came as a terrible shock to me.
I told my Sajan that my fear was that I would be too old for Him, not attractive enough, not giving Him all the sexual energy that a younger woman could use to satisfy a young Man like Him. After all, I was 43 years old, 20 years older than Him. He reassured me with His usual calm and comforting voice. He made me understand that having one or several concubines along with a wife is a normal way for Muslim men, a widespread usage in the Islamic world. He also confided His deep love for me, telling me that I am His one and only wife, His favorite, that I would always be His queen, the woman of His life. Sensing the sincerity of His words, I slowly let my anger and angst subside. I spontaneously bent my head backward, looked right in His eyes and let Him kiss me deeply, still hugging me. He undoubtedly knew then that I was surrendering to His irresistible aura, entering forever with Him in His Islamic realm. I couldn't resist Him, unable to free myself from His overpowering spell.
Saladin then lifted me and took me back in His strong arms on the bed. We made love for almost one hour, furiously and yet tenderly. I surprised myself being more vocal during our intercourse than I had ever been with Him before (and certainly way more than I had ever been with you). I remember telling Him, close to exhaustion from being penetrated so hard and for so long, that I loved Him immensely, that I wanted Him to be happy and to use His concubine as often as He wanted. I told Him, that I understood His need to spend His muslim Man's great sexual energy and that I would not necessarily be able to satisfy His needs in that respect. I also begged Him – while He was thrusting His powerful black penis within me, reaching up to my cervix, and pleasing me like I had never been before – to impregnate me, to make me and Himself a Black baby, the baby that my ex-husband could never give me: "Oh, my Beloved, I want to give You Your baby, Your Black baby!"
All this happened before I wrote you my last email.
The same day, Saladin and I went to your company's branch office together. I was quite nervous but eager to meet my Husband's concubine. As soon as we came into Rizwana's office, He introduced me to her. When I motioned to shake her hand, she offered me a light, elegant curtsey and gently kissed my gloved right hand. She looked surprised to see a white hindu woman wearing the strict Islamic abaya [cloak worn from the top of the head to the ground], hijab [head scarf] and niqab [face veil showing only the eyes] and elbow-length gloves, the attributes of only the most conservative Muslim women. Her manners and apparent shyness seduced me right away, as it must have been the case with my Husband. She is about 5 feet 6 inches, a little shorter than me, and somewhat on the plump side, and her breasts are a noticeable size, about 38D. This made me jealous in a way, now knowing why my Sajan wanted me so much to grow my own breasts. She was dressed elegantly, the western way, with a dark blue business suit and white blouse, sheer hose and moderately high-heeled black pumps. My Husband had told me that she was a rather liberal Muslim, rarely wearing the modest Islamic clothing common in Dubai. That attire made her look somewhat older than her 22 years. She had wavy jet black hair down to the middle of her back which was enhancing the stunning beauty of her opal blue eyes. She pleased me upfront not only with that polite, deferent behavior but also by calling me Memsaab. I asked her if I could call her Rizwana mentioning that she had such a beautiful name. She gladly agreed.
Saladin made no secret about their special relationship as lovers. Obviously, He had given her advance notice that I would be aware of their amorous ties. Noticing right away the immediate connection between her and me, He proposed that Rizwana take a day off the following day to be our guide in that huge city with a population of nearly 3.6 million people.
The following morning, we met with our beautiful young guide to begin our tour. Although Rizwana was still very respectful and deferent with me, I noticed that she had an inner sensual self and behavior with the two of us, supplemented by a subtly submissive attitude. This didn't prevent her from openly flirting with my Husband. On my part, I had to admit that for the first time in my life, I felt a sexual attraction for another woman. She had the sensitivity, out of consideration for me and Saladin, to dress conservatively for the occasion, wearing a black full-length burqa [type of veil and body concealing all of a woman's body including the eyes, which are covered with a mesh screen] and elbow-length gloves, just like me.
I told Saladin and Rizwana that I wanted for quite some time to visit the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque, especially since I had converted to the Islamic faith. They readily agreed to make it our first destination of the day.
When we arrived at the mosque, We were fortunate enough to be there shortly before the Dhuhr [noon] prayer time. When inside, Rizwana and I went to the Women's prayer room and Saladin to the main prayer room. Both of us removed our sandals and kneeled, our foreheads on the floor, to pray side by side. I prayed for the happiness of my new marriage and asked Allah to help me cope with the Islamic practice of concubinage and become a more faithful, obedient and loving wife to my beloved Husband for as long as we would live. After about 15 minutes, we got back up and returned outside where Master was waiting for us.
Next, Rizwana wanted to show us the famous Mall of the Emirates, one of the largest mall in the world. We were avidly perusing the countless eastern fashion and jewelry shops, arms in arms or holding hands, with my Sajan always being not far from us. After entering a hand-made jewelry shop featuring beautiful silver and steel feminine ornaments, I felt a sudden, irresistible urge to offer a gift to our " Rizwana ". I told her that I would be more than happy to make her a present as a way to thank her for her kindness and as a symbol of our already close relationship. After many hesitations and changes of mind ( Saladin was very patient...), I finally proposed Rizwana to buy her a beautiful gold adjustable anklet, with discrete hinge and lock, sporting a true opal gem. She gladly accepted, saying that she would wear it permanently and that this would remind her of "Memsaab". Saladin readily permitted me to buy it with the card that you offered me. By the way, I converted my bank account, where my salary is deposited (even during my paid sabbatical), to a joint account, so that my Husband has full access to it. Now being an obedient and submissive Muslim wife, I let Him manage and control my finances and assets. So when I need some money to pay for something, I ask His permission. Given His wisdom and generosity, it never has been a problem up to now.
After spending the whole afternoon shopping around, we found a quiet and secluded place where Rizwana and I could have an ice jasmine tea with Turkish biscuits, while Saladin had a traditional Turkish coffee. The place was quiet enough so that we could uncover our faces and remove our gloves, under Saladin's reassuring, manly protection. Rizwana and I had time to chat, becoming more intimate as time passed. I asked her if she would let me put the anklet on her, which made her blush a little, her sensual eyes nevertheless showing her ready approval. So she bent her right leg up and put her pretty, dainty, lightly pudgy foot on her seat. Only that gesture brought me under her spell, making me wet and my rosebud-plugged anus shivering. I took the gift out of the bag with trembling hands and proceeded to put the adjustable anklet on, and saw that it fitted perfectly. I could not resist to put a gentle kiss on her bare foot embellished with dainty light pink toenails. She thanked me warmly, saying again that she would wear her anklet permanently and that she was honored to receive such a gift from the wife of her boss.Although we didn't stay at the restaurant very long, Rizwana and I were already quite intimate. To the point where she confided to me that she had a white hindu boyfriend for a little more than one year. They were making plans to marry. However, when she met Saladin, she fell in love with Him right away, which had put an end to her relationship with her fiancé. I was astonished to hear her shamelessly express her appreciation of my Husband's sexual feats, insisting on the fact that He gave her way more pleasure than her ex-hindu boyfriend. I was experiencing mixed feelings. On one hand, I felt jealous and worried about losing my Sajan in the arms of a much younger woman. On the other hand, agreeing completely with her comments on my Husband's sexual capacities, my heart was beating like a drum, and my vagina was as wet as a saturated sponge.
Given that we were leaving the day after for Saudi Arabia, Saladin invited Rizwana to share a private dinner with us in our hotel suite and stay over for the night. "It would be a way for us to thank you for having been such an efficient guide today and to strengthen the ties that already bind us," He said. "We board the plane only at 8:30 p.m. tomorrow." Although blushing, Rizwana showed her eager acceptance by giving her Lover a tender kiss on the lips and gently kissing my right hand with her usual light curtsey.
"I would need to go home first so that I can freshen up and gather a few things," mentioned Rizwana.
"No problem, dear Rizwana, we expect you to knock on our door at 7:00 p.m. We are staying in suite number 2, on the top floor You can take a taxi home. Tell the driver to wait for you and take you back to our hotel. Here is some money," my Husband replied in a gentle but unmistakingly authoritative voice.
I was then somewhat surprised, but pleased, to hear Him say: "By the way, I would like you to call me Master from now on in private, and to call Nadiya 'Memsaab' as you have done today, if it's right with you."
"Yes Master," she eagerly replied, obviously longing to be directed, "Thank you for letting me share those moments with You and Memsaab." She then left and we took our own taxi to the hotel.
When we entered our suite, it was time for the Asr (late afternoon) prayer. Very gently, Saladin freed me of my burqa, handed me my prayer dress and helped me put it on over my sweating body. We then kneeled down, forefront on the carpeted floor to pray, one beside the other. As we regularly do now, we prayed together aloud, sharing our fervent orisons. My Sajan began: "Allah, I want to thank You for the beautiful gift of my beloved wife, Nadiya. Thank You for having permitted me to meet and marry her. That's the best thing that happened in my life. I dare to ask You to give us many long years together. Might You want Nadiya to bear our child, I would be eternally grateful for Your great wisdom and generosity. I also want to thank You for having done that my beloved Nadiya accepted my desire to have a concubine, as Your rules permit. Thank you, almighty Allah, for our health, our love, our promising future."
Hearing that, I cried silently, my face on the floor. I was filled with joy and bliss. With a sobbing voice, I followed suit: "Allah, the only God, I feel privileged to having converted to the faith in You by my so much beloved Husband. Thank you for having permitted that we meet and marry. My only wish is to give Him what He longs for the most, a child, that we would raise in awe of You, the Great God. I thank You for having let me understand the needs of my Husband, including the need to spend His excess stamina and energy by taking a concubine. I only live for Your worship and the worship of my Sajan. I vow to obey You and obey Him, forever."
Our prayer now over, we kissed tenderly. I knew my Husband enough by now... I knew what He wanted... I moved close to Him and we began to undress each other. I was moaning with lust and an irrepressible desire to be taken. I knew that He could see the hunger in my eyes, in my low, plaintive sighs. He knew that He owned me as easily as if He had taken me off the shelf and paid for me, a doll for His amusement. "I want Your baby so much, darling," I whispered in His ear. He knew that when He puts His hands on me, I can't resist, He knew that I was perpetually hungry for His cock.
We were now naked, my body still glistening with the sweat I had produced in the city all day. He liked to see me like that. He liked to move His hands all over my body like that. He liked to lick and kiss my sweaty body. He enjoyed penetrating and owning me, just like the Bull sires the cow.
We made love like rutting animals for more than one hour, during which I kept my rosebud buttplug inside me, as He liked. In awe of my muslim Man's mighty power, gasping and moaning, my slit dripping wet from His semen, I thanked Him for being so generous with His monstrous, thick penis and for giving me such bliss. My body was limp, completely exhausted.
(Ravi, I want you to know, if you had any doubt, that my Husband, my Master, our Master, gives me so much pleasure and fulfillment. I now realize that before Him, I never knew what was a real, overwhelming orgasm, nor with you nor anyone else. He owns me now. I love you, but just like a sister tenderly loves her brother; you're now merely a provider, a caretaker.)
After long minutes of rest on the bed, we went to take a shower together. Even after such long, tiring, but so wonderful, moments of carnal love, Saladin still had the energy to play with me, pulling out and thrusting back in my bulbous buttplug in my ass under the shower. I was amazed by His strength and stamina.
After drying up and putting on fresh clothes, we had a moment of rest. While I was sitting on the couch facing the great vista offered by the Bosphorus through the large windows, Saladin ordered tea for both of us (you might have noticed that I am much less interested in drinking wine now; it must be that my Muslim faith is having its effect) and made the necessary arrangements for our private dinner for three in our suite at 8:30 p.m.
Having heard Saladin specify the time for dinner, I knew what He was planning. I was so happy to attain an increasing harmony of thought and wordless complicity with my Husband as each day passed.
About ten minutes before 7:00, Saladin removed His bathrobe and lied down naked on the bed for a moment. My God, how beautiful is He! A true Man, a true stallion. I worship His wonderful, powerful, athletic Black body. I praise Allah for the bliss and privilege of mingling my white, mature body with my Man's Black young powerful body. He then walked toward the bathroom to take a shower. Knowing that He would be pleased with my initiative, I undressed to greet His young concubine.
At exactly 7:00, I heard a knock on the door. Rizwana was definitely on time, a sure sign of obedience. When I opened the door, my now enlarged 36D breasts were lightly dangling. I was not wearing any make up and my body was entirely bald, except for my hair. As usual, my fingers and toes were all adorning rings, including my wedding ring. Despite my 41 years, I was proud of my still rather attractive and well preserved body.
I saw the surprise in Rizwana 's eyes and face. Although somewhat stunned, she immediately curtseyed and put a gentle kiss on my hand, kept her cool and said: "Good evening, Memsaab." with a coy smile.
I welcomed her in and took the small suitcase that she was holding. Once she was inside, I saw that her eyes were immediately attracted to my bright red tattooed heart above my bald pussy. Saladin was in the bathroom just about to take his shower. I undressed Rizwana completely. I couldn't do but smile when I saw her large breasts, larger than mine, being reminded of Saladin's taste for huge breasts. Her slightly plump, lightly tanned body was very attractive, and I noticed with pleasure that it was as hairless as mine. She also had a remarkable attribute: exceptionally large vagina outer labia, like I had never seen before, that were dangling freely when she moved (mmmmmm).
Taking her hand, I lead her to the half-open bathroom door, poking my head in. "My Sajan, would You like us to take a shower with You?" He readily accepted and invited us in. No doubt that the concubine had the same reasons as the wife to admire this beautiful Muslim Man in all His splendor. When He saw us naked, His already long half-rigid prick readily sprang up, and I couldn't do but drool in awe. Without further ado, Saladin entered the large luxurious shower and turned the water on to adjust its temperature. We followed Him and let ourselves be engulfed under the warm water, closing in on our gorgeous Black Muslim Husband/Lover. He hugged us in His strong, muscular arms in such a way that we were now forming a tight triad spreading bubbling soap all over our longing bodies. Rizwana and I smiled when our hands met to grab Saladin's huge penis, so that we began masturbating Him in unison. Our large breasts were literally flattened on His torso, and we were soon indulging in a three-way deep French kissing, our tongues mingling hastily. I readily kissed my Precious Rizwana with my pouting lips, oblivious to this very lesbian gesture. Our hands were all over each other's bodies, sometimes in a rear end, sometimes fingering our vaginas or Saladin's testicles. My soul sister and I were gasping and moaning loudly.
Suddenly, my Husband grabbed me by the thighs and lifted me, motioning to fuck me astride. I readily crossed my legs around His waist and my arms around His neck and made my pussy available, wide open. He slowly worked His thick, heavily veined shaft into me, and rode me like a horse siring a mare. My big breasts were bouncing and rebounding like mad. I was rising and falling on His cock, my slit dripping wet. Loudly, I uttered: "Oh my beautiful Black Stallion... mmmmmmm... You fuck me so good! Aghhh... Yes, fuck me hard, harder please!!!" My sajan was filling me up completely, making me utter loud panting, fevered moans.
Meanwhile, my Rizwana was caressing my buttocks and back and gently fondling my breasts and thighs. After a short while, she grabbed the protruding rosebud of my buttplug and slowly moved it in and out of my anus just so that it was on the verge of coming out; At the same time, she was giving me gentle kisses on the ears, whispering... "Oh, Memsaab, you're beautiful..." I was having enormous pleasure, literally fucked from both sides. I was in a state of blissful ecstasy and came just a few moments before my Husband did. I felt His potent semen oozing out of my vagina. My body was limp, completely exhausted. My two companions tenderly kissed me.
I cannot tell you how long these plays lasted as we were all lost in deep lust. However, we finally came out of the shower. Saladin asked Rizwana to dry 'Memsaab' up with a large towel, then Him. "Dry yourself, dry Memsaab's hair and then yours, and come meet us in the room. We have to get dressed as we only have about 20 minutes before they bring our dinner," He said after she had finished wiping my body
She dared to ask, however humbly, if I wanted to remove my rosebud buttplug. I told her that I was wearing it permanently and that I removed it only to attend my bodily functions or when my Husband asked me to.
"Would you like to wear one as well?" Saladin asked her upfront.
She blushed and answered: "Yes, Master."
"I like your answer, Rizwana. Nadiya will order one for you on internet once we are back home and have it delivered to your address, and when you receive it, I want you to put it on right away and keep it permanently, just like Memsaab does," He added.
"Yes Master." was her response.
Next, we dressed up in our best Islamic clothes. Saladin requested us to wear full-length chador dresses with a niqab [face veil showing only the eyes] and elbow-length gloves, wanting us to remain modest and reserved in front of the hotel staff. Rizwana had brought a gorgeous pure white chador in her suitcase along with assorted gloves and thong sandals but no underwear. I noticed with pleasure that the silver anklet that I had offered her was matching perfectly with her attire. For my part, I chose a very light blue similar apparel, with no underwear either, and I was sporting my usual multitude of jewels, with some worn over my gloves. Saladin likes me to wear a lot of jewels; He thinks that it gives me a sort of classy, demure look. And I came to like it just as much. We sat quietly in the large dining room while Saladin put on His beautiful white djellaba; neither did He wear underwear.
Soon two members of the hotel staff arrived to set the table, not forgetting the candles, and brought the ordered food along with hot tea. We told ourselves that this would be most welcome as we were quite hungry.
In the lush dining room, we were offered a magnificent dusky urban landscape through the large windows opening toward the Bosphorus. Saladin, seated between the two of us, served us some jasmine tea. As the two servants had left after accepting a hefty tip, we could remove our niqabs and enjoy the dinner comfortably. The meal went along slowly and we enjoyed the delicious Middle-Eastern food – a mix of vegetarian items and lamb completed by genuine Turkish desserts – as much as the conversation, which was surprisingly open given that Rizwana and I knew each other for only one day.
At one point, my Sajan expressed His gratitude to Allah for being so fortunate to own a loving, obedient wife and a sultry, submissive concubine and felt just as fortunate as are the wealthy sheiks and sultans. I followed in the same vein, thanking our God for having met and married the most wonderful Man and wishing that I could give Him the child He was longing for so much. Rizwana, for her part, confided that she did not regret whatsoever her rupture with her hindu fiancé and the consequent failure of their marriage plans after falling in love with Saladin. In turn, She openly shared her contentment for being sexually pleasured so strongly, admitting, with a longing in her eyes, that she was perpetually hungry for her Lover's cock. He confessed of being blessed that His two women were getting along so well, behaving like loving sisters and even more, as lesbian lovers-to-be. We smiled to Him and to each other, deeply immersed in an atmosphere of sensual quietude. From time to time, each of us would set one hand softly on His thighs, kissing Him gently on the lips.
Our Master stated that He wanted us to be always truly candid with Him and with each other, to freely share all our most inner thoughts, dreams and fantasies as if we would be open books. Adding that He would do the same Himself, He reassured us that He would always be an understanding and open-minded Master and ready to hear all our confessions, be they the most far-fetched.
That's in this spirit, in the prevailing climate of openness, that I decided to share something that I had not yet told my Husband.
Knowing that Rizwana would hear my kinky confession increased my excitement. "My Beloved, there is something that I am thinking about for some time... something that You might find somewhat wild... However, in my mind it would be a true proof of my love and submission to You while giving me sexual excitement. I was thinking of having my head closely shaved and kept as such permanently and having a tattoo done in Arabic on the back of my hip above my ass would read 'submissive slave'
( العبد الخاضع ). This would be a permanent mark of Your ownership of me to be seen, if You see fit, to Your mom and sisters. I'll be proud to show my bald head and tattoo to Ravi, our servant so that he realizes how You own me totally. And, of course, our child would see that symbol of my faithful love for his/her Father."
Rizwana's eyes were revealing her total astonishment.
As for my Husband, he readily replied with a gentle smile: "My dear love, I greatly appreciate your candidness, and nothing is too wild between us. It's indeed is a wonderful idea. You're such a proactive wife. I am deeply touched by your endless desire to please me. It's indeed a great testimony of your love for me. And I must admit that it would excite me very much also. Thinking of it, after you make your project come true, I would like you to be bare-headed at all times at home and even under your hijab when outside. And my wish to piercing your tongue, nipples, navel, clit hood, labia (four rings in each side.) Then your ears, filling them with titanium and diamond . Rizwana, with your great knowledge of the intricacies of dubai, would you be kind enough to try to find a good tattoo and piercing studio? Given this, we might change our honeymoon plans and come back to Dubai a few days earlier than initially expected at the end of our honeymoon. This would enable us to make my wife's fantasy a reality. By the way, the Ramadan [see the end note] will have begun by that time. It will be her first time to observe it as a Muslim woman and wife."
I expressed my great joy to live my first Ramadan and make that an opportunity to increase my faith. I added that I was expecting to be ovulating soon and that I would like to have it done before having any chance to become pregnant. My Sajan hugged me tenderly.
"Yes Master," said Rizwana, "I do know a few places but I could do a thorough research and find the most attended and professional studio in time for your return. I will do all my possible to find one where the piercing and tattooing could be done."
Saladin followed through saying that He wanted Rizwana to be with us to comfort me by my side when this would be done. And He added that He would prefer if the artist was a woman.
Saladin carried on: "There is one important thing that I want to make clear to you, dear Rizwana, although you most likely feel it instinctively. Nadiya is my wife, my favorite, and you are my concubine. She is the only one to receive me bareback; you and I will always use a condom. My wife and I want so much to have a child, and she will be the only one to be blessed with the privilege of bearing our progeny. Furthermore, you are inferior to us and, as I already asked you, you are to address my wife as 'Memsaab' at all times. In fact, you are OUR concubine and we may use you as our pet, our sex toy, for our amusement when we feel like it. I have seen quite soon your submissive nature, and I can imagine that you strive to nurture it and make it blossom with the right Master and Mistress. This being said, you are completely free to go your own way, in which case you will still keep your position as office manager in Dubai because you do an excellent job. Otherwise, you will still keep your position here but there might be developments, such as an eventual transfer to Mumbai so that you can come live with us. And you would not have to worry about your living expenses. We own a large, plush estate in a suburb and a large house with a good number or bedrooms. You would meet Nadiya's ex-husband who lives with us. He enjoyed being a cuckold but he is not a cuckold any more, he's simply our servant, a submissive just like you who becomes more submissive as time passes. By the way, he is the CEO of our company, the company you work for (hearing that, Rizwana was flabbergasted...). Are you willing to accept this arrangement?"
His words made me so proud and happy (notwithstanding your reaction when you read this; knowing you, I even suspect that the humiliation titillates you...)!
Rizwana had listened carefully and with an apparent state of emotion to what my Husband had just said. Without hesitation, gazing into Saladin's eyes, she replied "Yes Master, I fully accept the arrangement and I am willing to obey and submit to You and Memsaab. For as long as I can remember, I have always longed to submit to a real Man and belong to Him. You are that real Man. I know that my hindu fiancé would not have given me that fulfillment. Thank You Master for having deigned to choose me as Your obedient and submissive concubine. You make me so happy and satisfied, You fulfill me and You provide the answer to my deepest longings so wonderfully! I am prepared to follow You and Memsaab and live with you anywhere you want me to. I am, and will remain forever, grateful to You. Thank You, Master."
It was a very touching moment. I bent forward and kissed her gently on the lips.
Given that my Husband and I were to leave for our Hajj [pilgrimage to Mecca] the next day (unfortunately not during the Hajj period), Saladin wanted us to go to sleep and invited Rizwana to share our king size bed with us. A few minutes later we were under the bed sheets together, cuddling, fondling and kissing. My Rizwana then humbly begged Saladin, in a throaty prayer, to fuck her. He smiled and asked me to put a condom on His penis and vigorously spread her thighs after she had laid down over Him and penetrated her brutally, making her whimper loudly. I pressed my body onto my Husband and fell asleep almost immediately, oblivious to their lovemaking. We woke up the next morning cuddled, our bodies enmeshed.
This long letter has taken me some time to write as you may imagine. My Sajan kindly allowed the time to give you this reward, as a matter of fact one of the few rewards you will have from now on. However, you know that my professional background enables me to write without effort. It was not a task but rather an excitement for me to offer you this chronicle of our honeymoon, which has the effect of bonding me even more tightly with my beloved Husband.
On another note... we bought an iPad to Aisha to keep in touch with her in our absence, and we have regular contacts. In fact, she emailed me a few days ago to inform me that she had found a sperm-stained towel in your bathroom. I must tell you that I am disappointed with your attitude. I had left you the second key to your chastity cage for you to use only in case of emergency but I see that you have chosen to disobey. I discussed the matter with Saladin, and we find that you display a selfish behavior. As I have already told you, the cock cage was one of three options for keeping you chaste. We are wondering if it would not be better for you to be castrated. In any case, we will bring the subject back when we return. In the meantime, we demand that you keep your obedient and submissive attitude.
I hope that you don't find it too hard to be separated from your Master and me for so long. Just think of our return, of how happy you will be to see us again, so happy to serve us. I will make sure that we bring back a little souvenir for you. Meanwhile, I will do my best to send you one or two more chronicles of our honeymoon. I know that you have my wellbeing and happiness very much at heart. Rest assured... I am happier than I have never been before. I am full of joy!
P.S. I know that you will email Saladin at His business address to thank Him for having let me send you this gift letter and to apologize for breaching our rules.
With my sisterly love,
Memsahib (Madam
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