The Saga of the Slavery Life Of an Indian Cuckold-8
I had read Nadiya's letter avidly, seeing word after word her blossoming as a completely new woman. This reading left me in a state of astonishment, not to say worry. She was obviously continuing what seemed as an endless journey that would lead God knows where. I was also concerned by her last words about Aisha and my chastity, wondering what would happen to me, not to mention that my relationship with Aisha would obviously take a new direction. What direction? I was wondering. I had mixed feelings: on one hand, it was fearful and on the other hand, it was titillating, increasing my kinkiness. And of course there was the humiliation related to the fact that Rizwana , the office manager in our Dubai branch, now knew about the past cuckoldry and present subservience of the company's CMD. But I was already looking forward to receiving Nadiya's next "gift letter". Meanwhile, I certainly wanted to read her letter again and again.
With a bagful of mixed emotions stirring me up, my dickette throbbing in its steel enclosure, I wrote and sent an email to Master Saladin to wish Him a good continuation of their honeymoon and to thank Him for having brought spiritual, emotional and sexual fullness to my dear Pavithra and apologize for my disobedience.
"Sir, I have to talk to you," said Aisha in a rather authoritative voice.
"Yes Aisha, what can I do for you?" I replied, figuring that she needed my advice on something having to do with housekeeping. I was in for a surprise...
I noticed that she was in no way shy with me and that she had gained self-confidence and power in her relationship with me, who, up to then, had been her boss in the house. The only explanation I could get for that change in stance was her complicity with Nadiya, who had confided to me that she was in touch with our maid through email.
"Sir, as Memsahib (Memsaab) has told you, Memsahib and I have been exchanging emails these last days about you," she said assertively. " Memsahib has told me about your chastity cage. She is concerned about your behavior, specifically about your breach of your commitment not to use the second key to unlock your cage during her absence. As you well know, you have done so at least once, that I know of."
My immediate reaction was a stinging rebuke. "My dear Aisha, I believe that you're forgetting who is in charge here, who is your boss and employer." I answered firmly. "I won't stand such an attitude, and I will not hesitate to ask your resignation as our maid if it ever happens again."
"Well, Sir," she retorted, "I can understand your reaction. I can realize how sudden and unexpected this is for you. When she asked me to talk to you, Memsahib had warned me about your likely reaction. However, I would advise you to think about the situation and try to consider all aspects. We might talk about it again tomorrow or in the next few days if you don't mind."
I knew that Aisha was an intelligent woman but I had not expected her to come up with such a wise answer. I was unable to dismiss it. We agreed to discuss the matter like two reasonable adults before the end of the week.
Despite my busy workload as CMD, I found time at home in the evening to make a detailed review of the situation as it had built up until now, especially my own situation. It was obvious that I had let myself descend into a more and more deviant way of life since the time I had proposed my ex-wife to take a lover who could give her the complete sexual satisfaction that I felt she was entitled to.
Not only did Pavithra - I should say Nadiya - find the perfect real man who gave her sexual fulfillment and complete happiness as a human being but she was experiencing a state of religious and spiritual nourishment that was becoming more and more intense as the days went by.
Nadiya's behavior was also rather paradoxical: on one hand, she had found the Master who could nurture her inner submissive nature and make it bloom; on the other hand, He made her become the catalyst of my own inclination to submission. This was obviously also another reason why Nadiya and I had to find a way to attain sexual happiness each in our own way. Hence, naturally, the whole relationship had developed to become what I could qualify as an unconventional Master-Mistress-sub triad. They were the interracial Alpha couple and I was their subordinate.
So much that now, our maid Aisha was becoming my superior. At this point, I definitely had to make a serious and comprehensive evaluation. Did I want to pursue that strange journey without knowing where it would lead me? What changes in my life would that involve if I answered yes to that question? I was at a point where I had to lucidly distinguish between fantasies and plain reality. So I decided to take a few days to think the situation over and write down the pros and cons.
Sometimes, my kinky thoughts about my submission to Saladin and His new wife were frightening me. But they were also providing me with great thrills and excitement. As a matter of fact, I had to decide whether I wanted to make those thoughts reality by a radical change of lifestyle. The lifestyle of a complete servant to a dominating couple. It was not any more a matter of ensuring happiness for my former Pavithra as she was obviously in a state of bliss. I was confronted to my only self.
Three days after my short but decisive conversation with our maid, I rather humbly went to her in the kitchen. She was sitting alone at the small side table having her tea. She always had a natural demure, condescending attitude despite her lower standing as a maid. Now she was plainly showing a superior attitude towards me.
"Aisha, we agreed that we would talk again." I began with. "First, I want to apologize for my rude reaction the other day. It was not appropriate. I am here to hear what Memsahib wanted you to tell me."
Aisha had not been looking at me yet. Hearing what I said, she turned with a motherly smile on her face. Her first words were surprising: "Ravi, I am happy that you are in a better frame of mind. I was almost sure that you would be reasonable."
"Yes Aisha, I took time to reflect on the situation," I replied.
"Very well. I was telling you that Memsahib (Memsaab) was concerned about your forbidden use of the chastity cage spare key. Memsahib wants me to be the keeper of that key until she returns from her honeymoon two weeks from now and takes back complete control on it. Please go fetch the key right now!" she said in a voice that would not admit any repel.
"Yes Aisha," I replied, before turning back and going to get the key.
When I returned with the key, Aisha was still sitting at the table. She gently extended her hand to take it and said: "Thank you Ravi, you're a good boy. I am happy that you made the right decision. And Memsahib will be happy also for sure. You can go about your business now. If Memsahib has other demands, I will let you know."
"Yes Aisha, thank you." I humbly replied.
I returned to my room overwhelmed by my own acceptance of that new step in my descent into submission. I was now submitting not only to Master Saladin and His new wife but to my former inferior, our maid Aisha, I was immersed in a flood of lust. I now knew that it was what my inner self really wanted, to submit totally. At that moment, I knew that it was the definite turning point in my life.
The only cruel aspect of it was that I was now unable to unlock my chastity cage and seek the relief that I craved for in this almost unbearable tsunami of horniness. An idea crossed my mind that I wanted to act upon right away. But first, to give it life, I had to know Aisha's email address. Right away, I went to look for her. I found her in the backyard, swimming in the pool. I was flabbergasted, as never before our maid would have dared to do such a thing.
"Aisha, I am sorry to disturb you," I said humbly. "I would like to send an email to Saladin and Nadiya, and I would like to put you in c.c. Would you please be kind enough to give me your email address?"
Playing in the water, she looked at me with amused eyes and said: "Oh, nice! It's a very good idea to share with me what you'll tell Memsahib and her Husband. I am sure that they will be pleased to know what a good boy you are. Are you going to email them now?"
"Yes Aisha, as soon as you give me your address."
She did, and told me to go type my email right away, telling me that she couldn't wait to read it. She also told me that she would tell me about a special project later.
My email read like this:
Dear Malik (Master) and Memsahib (Memsaab),
I truly hope that your honeymoon continues to be filled with happiness.
I dare on my own to write you to express my submission and to ask your forgiveness for my disobedience concerning my chastity. I confess that it was completely unacceptable behavior and I truly regret my fault. As a proof, I handed the spare key to my chastity cage to Aisha as per your instructions, dear Memsaab. Incidentally, Memsaab, I want you to know that I now truly accept Aisha's intervention and recognize the authority that you have placed in her.
I also want to tell you, Master Saladin, that I prepared a special gift - apart from the gift of paying all your expenses for that very special trip of yours - that I will gladly offer You when You come back home with Your lovely wife, hoping that You will like it. I intend it to be a testimony of my respect, subservience and surrender.
I don't want to take any more of your precious time as newlyweds on their honeymoon. In conclusion, I just wanted to express my deep gratitude to you, Memsaab, for so kindly letting me know about your spiritual and sexual going-ons. Your accounts are simply delightful to read. I feel privileged to receive such confidences.
Looking forward to receiving more news from you soon, I wish you both a very enlightening rest of honeymoon.
P.S. You might notice that I put Aisha on c.c. to this email.
Your humble and devoted servant who misses you so much
This act of overt lowly submission excited me to the point where I ejaculated in my chastity cage without even touching myself.
The following days were hectic at the office. I had meetings until late in the evenings with the executive council, as the end of our financial year and the date of the annual general meeting of the shareholders were approaching. I didn't have time to think too much about the new turn my deviance was taking nor about Saladin and Nadiya.
Late one evening at home, almost one week following my last email, I received one from Nadiya. I noticed right away that, for the first time in our exchange of emails, Aisha was copied on that email.
Dear servant,
My Sajan and I were very pleased to read your last email and to learn that you accepted Aisha's new role in the house. You might not have noticed that she is my confident and accomplice since the first time that I took a lover following your suggestion a few years ago. Therefore, given your now humble respect for her, I find it normal to copy her this email.
I agree completely with you that you should feel privileged to read my accounts of our sexual and spiritual activities on our honeymoon. Actually, it would have certainly been my prerogative to keep this between ourselves, as Husband and wife. However, I feel that reading my confidences likely are now the only sexual pleasure left for you and that I kind of owe you that, given that you were the one who enabled me to enter into this wonderful new life. Of course, Master Saladin agrees with me and gave me His permission.
It would also certainly be our prerogative to lead our own marital life by ourselves without keeping you with us. However, given your obvious desire to please us and submit to our Master and I and your proactive attitude in that sense, we are inclined to have you remain our servant, at least for the time being.
As a matter of fact, you will be our exclusive personal servant and your duties will be restricted to our complete service in all ways that we want. For example, you will be making sure that our clothes are always impeccable, that our bed is perfectly done, and that any other of our demands are met. And Aisha will be in charge of managing the household, she will be the house butler in other words. Thus you will be her inferior. By the way, I would like you to call her Ms. Aisha from now on.
To continue in the same vein, I wanted to tell you that we hired one of Aisha's nieces, Joshna. I think that you will remember her as she came to our place a few times to visit her aunt in the past. Joshna will be Aisha's assistant. She readily accepted the job as she loves her aunt and it will be well-paid work for a girl of her age. She will turn 18 in a few weeks. With the eventual coming of Rizwana to Mumbai and - I pray Allah for that every day - the coming of a newborn, the household will grow up and Joshna's help will be welcome. She is a rather obedient girl; we would not have hired her otherwise. So, expect to see Joshna in the next few days. In due time, you will switch rooms with Aisha, whose quarters are smaller. She will take your bedroom with Joshna; she will manage to get two twin beds in there.
We are now in Dubai, back from our short stay in Saudi Arabia for our pilgrimage to Mecca. This is something that I will never forget. I will tell you more in a lengthy account that will be attached to the only remaining email that I will send you before we come back to Mumbai. As I told you before, it takes me quite some time to just type those accounts, time that my Husband is deprived of when I do that. But He is so loving and generous that He lets me do those special gifts to you. In His mind, it is a gesture of gratitude for having surrendered your rights as a husband to let me belong legally to my Sajan.
Our stay in Dubai will be shorter than expected at first, as we want to be with Rizwana a few days before flying back home. Saladin and I already miss her a lot. And, as you will remember from my previous email, I will be going to the tattoo parlor. I cannot wait!
In the meantime, be a good boy. We will discuss further your chastity issue and some other important matters once we are back.
With my sisterly love,
Memsaab
I surprised myself not to react with anger nor dismay at Nadiya's email. Rather, I replied to thank her. I knew then that I had completely surrendered. I knew that I was embarking on a new life.
*****
A couple of days later, after a long day of work at the office, I got out of the car at home and went right to my room, quite tired. While undressing before taking a shower, I looked through the window overlooking our backyard and the pool. I had the surprise of seeing a young girl playing in the water, moving slowly with the help of her arms while talking with Aisha who was standing beside the pool. I realized that that girl was Joshna.
After a few minutes, I saw her coming out of the water. I remembered having seen Joshna at home a few times when she visited her aunt but that was many months ago. She had grown up, and was now taller than her aunt, about 5 feet 7 inches was my estimate. She had a pleasant figure although she was very slim with long, slender legs and rather flat breasts.
My excitement grew up to the point where I had a sudden kinky thought. I could not resist the urge to go out to the backyard and expose myself to Aisha and her niece as a humble faggot. I came out naked and walked toward them. They sure could see my locked-up diminutive, although hard, penis dangling between my thighs. I could not believe my boastfulness. My heart was beating wildly. Deep within me, I realized how much pleasure and excitement that behavior of mine was giving me.
"Hello, Ms. Aisha. Hello Joshna. I am very happy that you now assist your aunt here. You are most welcome."
"Thank you," Joshna replied, while looking at my short, locked appendice without any apparent sign of excess surprise. "It's very nice of you. I will be pleased to work in this beautiful estate with aunt and you."
The two women were also exchanging smiles, amused to see me so utterly exposing myself to them. Aisha had remained mute but soon, she briefed her niece on my new status, having realized by my behavior that I was now ready to make a new step into submission. She certainly had told Joshna about the special situation prevailing in the household but she purposely gave details as a way to test her, and me above all.
"Ravi is going to be the personal servant to Master and Memsaab," she began. "He was master of the house before but his situation changed over the last few months. His wife, Memsaab, divorced him after falling in love with Master Saladin and got married to Him. He not only conquered her heart but He also converted her to the Islam faith, our faith, the only true faith. Memsaab is now an extremely devout Muslim as you will see when they come back from their honeymoon. Is that true, Ravi?"
"Yes, Ms. Aisha," I replied. "You are absolutely right. And I may add that Memsaab, from the emails that she sent me from Dubai, is immensely happy. She is fulfilled in every way. And that's what I always wanted for her."
"I am impressed by your exemplary abnegation, Ravi," Aisha added. "I am also positively impressed by what you have done tonight, coming to us as you are. Your behavior tells a lot. I am very pleased, and I am sure that Joshna is pleased as well, aren't you darling?"
"Oh yes, auntiy, I am," Joshna replied with a coy smile while keeping a reserved attitude. "What he has done for the happiness of his wife, I mean his ex-wife, is to be commended," she added in a soft voice.
She walked lasciviously to the nearest chaise longue, grabbed her towel and began to dry herself up. She acted somewhat as a shy girl but, on the other hand, she knew that she had an effect on me. She sat sideways to wipe her long, slender legs.
Then Aisha, undoubtedly wanting to test me and see how far I was able to go in subservience, said: "Ravi, please... help Joshna dry her feet and put on her flip-flops..."
They must have noticed my short penis throb within its steel cage as they both smiled. Without a word, I walked toward Joshna, who was still sitting, and got on my knees in front of her. She handed me her towel in a somewhat condescending manner. I slowly and gently wiped her feet one after the other and proceeded to put on her flip-flops. She then lifted her left foot slowly, in an unmistakable way... Looking at her bright black eyes to get her wordless consent, I gave a gentle, respectful kiss on her foot. She repeated the move with her right foot, which I gently kissed also. I was in a state of extreme excitement, so much that I ejaculated in my chastity cage without touching myself.
Aisha noticed it when I stood up and reprimanded me, even though she knew perfectly well that she had provoked the situation. "I will have to tell Memsaab about that. She wants me to keep her informed about your chastity. Nonetheless, I like that you came forward showing your inferiority to us tonight. You have the right attitude. I will tell Memsaab. I am sure that she will be happy. Now please go take a shower and retire to your room."
With that, Joshna got up, smiled at me and went indoors, walking as lasciviously as before, her flip-flops making their usual slapping sound.
"Ms. Aisha... if I may..."
"Yes, Ravi," she said.
"Ms. Aisha," I replied, blushing. "You told me about a special project the other day. Could you please tell me what it is about?"
"Yes, sure," she added. "Master Saladin and Memsaab gave me the task of organizing the refurbishing of their bedroom. They want to have it repainted all in light blue, and have new drapes installed on the bay window, a thick lush blue carpet everywhere as well as a very large blue draped canopy bed. They want everything blue in their bedroom. I already contracted the work and gave a deposit on behalf of Master and Memsaab. The work will begin the day after tomorrow and will be finished when the newlyweds come back home. I am sure they will really enjoy their love nest."
"Oh... those are big news, Ms. Aisha. I think it's only normal that Master Saladin and Memsaab want to start their new life in a new setting," I reflected. "Thank you for telling me. Will you need my help in any way?"
"No, I don't think so. You have already done your part as you will be paying the bill," she said with a smile. "Of course, the work will cause some disturbances in the house for some time. However, that should not be a problem for you given that you work late in the evening and that your bedroom is in a distant part of the house."
"Yes, Ms. Aisha," I replied. "Thanks for taking charge of that project, for the pleasure of Master and Memsaab. I wish you a good night."
"Good night, Ravi," she replied.
*****
A good number of days passed. Working at the office every day, I barely noticed the refurbishing work being performed in the large main bedroom. When I came in the house after a good day of work one early evening, Aisha greeted me at the door with Joshna.
"Please come and see the new transformed bedroom. The work is finished. I am sure that you will like it. You deserve to see it after all, as you will be in that room quite often as Master's and Memsaab's personal servant."
When we entered the room, I was flabbergasted. It was a superb, plush setting. Everything was blue, from the huge canopy bed with its sheer drapes all around to the carpet, furniture and drapes in the large bay window. There was also a new blue leather loveseat, a comfortable blue leather armchair and a small round table with two chairs that could be used by the couple for eating if they wished. The place was very luminous and peaceful, quite fitting for newlyweds, who now had their own intimate marital quarters. And Aisha had thought of enhancing the atmosphere with a light jasmine fragrance. I also noticed that she had the delicate idea of having a few essential oils burners installed for providing environmental fragrancing.
"I thank and congratulate you for having managed that beautiful project, Ms. Aisha," I said in a lowly flattering voice.
"You are most welcome, Ravi," she replied. "I am sure that Master and Memsaab will be quite pleased when they come back, which is in three days now. I can't wait to see them. I missed them very much."
"I do miss them very much too," I continued. "With their return, a whole new life will begin for us," I said, looking at them.
"What you say could not be truer," Aisha said. "Now let's go for diner."
"Yes, I am so hungry, aunt Amy," said Joshna, lifting her right hand while looking at me. I took her hand and kissed it gently. She was such a nice and pretty young lady. Polite, reserved and soft, yet bold and provocative at the same time. I was wondering what would be Master Saladin's reaction when He sees her for the first time.
Joshna and her aunt had me tamed now. Aisha needed to say only six words: "You know what to do now..."
"Yes, Ms. Aisha."
They both went to the kitchen while I went to take a shower. A few minutes later, I was entering the kitchen, wearing only my steel chastity cage, ready to serve...
*****
In my room that same evening, I was overwhelmed with happiness when I opened my email on my laptop computer. Nadiya had sent me an email, of which Aisha was receiving a copy.
Dear servant,
As I told you in my previous short email sent from Dubai, this will be the last account of our honeymoon that I send you before our return home, in three days. My Husband and I were informed by Aisha, through email, of your last breach of your chastity vow and, of course, we were disappointed. On the other hand, she told us about your very appropriate behavior and attitude with her and Joshna. This compensates in part for your improper sexual behavior.
As I have so much to tell you this time again, I wrote an account in a Word document attached to this email. I hope that this will reassure you as to my well-being and happiness, which I know is of utmost importance to you. Again, this account represents our gift and symbol of gratitude for the wonderful new world that you enabled us to enter into.
Impatient to read the news from the newlyweds, I immediately opened the document and printed it, then sat on my bed to read it.
*****
Dear servant,
We are now back in dubai - earlier than expected as I told you - back from Saudi.
As I am writing, it is dark outside in Dubai. We are in the same suite that we had before leaving for Mecca. We enjoyed a well-deserved late diner (as we are now into the Ramadan) with Rizwana. She is now sitting with Saladin on the couch having tea and admiring the beautiful view of the Arabian Gulf through the panoramic window.
I cannot wait to tell you about our pilgrimage to Mecca. I nearly fainted when I saw the Al-Masjid Al-Haram, the Arabic name for the beautiful Sacred Mosque. We joined the thousands of pilgrims walking, while praying in unison, around the Holy Kaaba (the most sacred site in Islam) counterclockwise. As prescribed, we turned around the Kaaba seven times. I was so involved in my worshipping that I was almost in a state of trance, somewhat enhanced by the fact that I had not eaten nor drank since the previous evening as we were in the first days of the Ramadan. To pray in unison with my beloved Husband and the other pilgrims brought me to new heights in my faith that I had not expected to be attainable. Our only regret was that we had done only the Umrah, the "minor" pilgrimage, given that we were not on location at the right time for performing the annual Hajj, the "greater" pilgrimage, which is held during only a few days in the twelfth Muslim lunar month and which gathers millions of worshippers. But we vowed to come back for the Hajj another time, hopefully with our child.
On our way from Mecca to Dubai, we were able to sustain ourselves as we took a night flight. The halal food and drinks were more than welcome as we had fasted all day. After the meal, I prayed, using the beautiful misbaha (string of prayer beads) that Saladin had bought me at Mecca. This is the 33-bead version (there is also the 99-beads version). The beads as such are made of high-grade lapis lazuli and end into a true silver handle adorned with a genuine diamond and a silver tassel. I was crying with joy when my Adored One offered it to me. I vowed to use it once a day for the rest of my life.
A few minutes before landing, I woke up, realizing that I had a sound sleep, my covered head leaning on Saladin's shoulder.
In Dubai, we went straight to the hotel as we were quite tired. It was daylight and we did not eat or drink. After having admired our luxurious suite and the panoramic view we took a shower and went right to bed. To observe Ramadan, we limited ourselves to tender cuddling, without having sex. Nevertheless, I was like in heaven in Saladin's strong black arms. When we woke up, after dusk, I was so hungry for sex that I quickly went down on His already erect penis and played with it and His testicles and soon had my mouth full. After a while, I turned and positioned myself on all four, my thighs wide apart, and begged my Sajan to indulge in our favorite game, that we call "double play". He first enters my vagina very abruptly, which I love, and pumps His huge penis in me several times, up to my cervix, and comes out, only to slowly enter my inviting rectum, now more accustomed to my Husband's wide girth. He then goes back and forth between my wide open holes, His hands on my hips or on my shoulders. Often, He makes me guess which of my holes He's going to choose, making the expectation and lust almost unbearable for me. This went on for a long time, up to 30 minutes, all the while I moaned, whimpered and cried, my now big breasts bouncing around. Saladin likes me to be very vocal, He says that it excites Him a lot. When He grabs my two globes, I know that He is about to ejaculate in me. At that moment, I always beg Him to make Himself the most beautiful Black baby that mankind has ever seen. With a moaning voice, I tell Him that I don't want to have a mulatto, but a true black baby, His beautiful Black baby. It is often at that time that I come loudly and for what seems to be an endless, blissful orgasm. He takes care of me so well! I love Him so much! He is the love of my life!
We played on and off for most of the night. What is wonderful is that I was in my fertile period at that time. About one hour before dawn, half asleep, lying on my back. I felt Saladin laying over me, making Himself heavy, like if He wanted to crush me, and parting my thighs before penetrating His wife. We love that position, indulging in deep non-stop frenchkissing while my beloved young Man slowly fucks me. He ejaculated in me, His thick semen reaching my cervix. We remained there, lying down peacefully, for a while before to go up and take a shower.
Saladin then called our private butler to order a hearty breakfast in our room, knowing that we would fast all day. After breakfast, we had time for our first prayer of the day, the fajr, after which I chose to cover my naked body with a black full-length cotton abaya for the day, in order to sweat as much as possible for Saladin to take His drenched wife after sunset, and an assorted black hijab [head scarf] leaving my face uncovered. Before leaving the hotel, I would put on a pair of large sunglasses. Of course, I would not go out without putting on my buttplug and adorning my ears, wrists, fingers and toes with numerous jewels to please my sajan.
We spent the day wandering around in Dubai, shopping in souks and modern shopping centers. We made sure however to stop at mosques for our noon and mid-afternoon prayers. In the Gold Souk, my Husband could not resist the temptation to offer me still some more jewels, such as a pair of oversized large 18k gold hoop earrings - As you know, he likes me to wear an abundance of jewelry. At one shop, I saw a stunning Givenchy 14k gold nose ring to be inserted through a hole in the middle part of the nose. I now knew more about my Sajan's tastes and was getting better at anticipating His expectations. I asked Him if He would like me to wear one, suggesting that I get the piercing done at the tattoo shop when we go for my back above my ass tattoo. He was delighted with my offer, so we bought it. He made me use my card for all our purchases of the day, amounting to several hundred dollars. We thank you so much for having offered me that card. Being both history scholars, we did not want to miss visiting archeological and heritage sites. We concluded our day of visit walking on the Bur Dubai side of the creek promenade and ended up at our hotel.
Arriving in our suite after sunset, I was both exhausted, my body glistening with sweat from the scorching heat of the day, and hungry, having fasted all day. I asked Saladin to order our diner to be delivered in one hour. Leaving the lights off, I opened the drapes of the large panoramic window and admired the vista provided by the modern Dubai all lighted up. We were standing together, cuddling and kissing. After a few minutes, my strong stallion of a husband took me in His arms and brought me on the large couch in front of the window. Knowing that He wanted to take possession of my sweating body, I laid down on my back, spread my bent legs and lifted my abaya, exposing myself. He undressed hastily, laid down heavily on me and penetrated me without further ado.
"Mmmmmm, yes my Love, take me hard, put Your warm semen in my fertile womb," I whispered in my Husband's ear, with my legs crossed around His muscular waist, as if I wanted to keep Him glued to me forever, to make Him be an integral part of my body. "Please impregnate me, my Darling, I was born to bear Your beautiful Black baby," I added with a louder voice, almost crying, while Saladin was burying His enormous prick to the hilt within me. I was completely under the power of my Lover, Husband and Master. After a few minutes, I heard Him groan with lust, shooting His rich sperm deep inside His bitch in heat.
Two days later,
"I am happy to see you again, dear Rizwana. I see with great pleasure that you are very well dressed, the way I like it," Saladin told her.
" Rizwana," I said, "do you still have your silver anklet?"
"Yes, Memsaab, I have it on all the time. I like it very much, as it's a constant reminder of you," she said, smiling. She raised her right leg, showing us her pretty, dainty foot after removing her thong sandal. I raised my upper body to sit down on the couch and took her foot in my hands. I could not resist kissing her ankle, foot and light-rose painted toes gently, all the while she was frenchkissing my Husband.
Once we were in our suite, it was time for our late afternoon prayer. The three of us went down on our knees, foreheads touching the carpet and prayed together silently.
"I think I will take a warm bath and relax," I told my companions.
"Yes, my beloved, please do," said Saladin. "Rizwana and I will get some work done meanwhile. We are still on our honeymoon but I want to keep myself up to date on the office business," He added with a loving smile and kissed me.
Rizwana had brought her laptop. They got to the desk in the secondary room and I went to the bathroom.
During our intimate diner in the suite, after sunset as Ramadan rules, we chatted very openly, jumping from one subject to the other, with none taboo. We talked about the very encouraging raise of sales for the Dubai branch, which was responsible for the Middle East market of the company. We also exchanged views on the history of the Islamic world, which I was more and more interested in, a subject that I wanted to study more deeply once back in mumbai. The atmosphere was warm and cheerful, a good respite from the hot, toiling day.
We were now sipping tea after dessert. " Rizwana," I said. "I guess that you have found a tattoo parlor as agreed..."
"It will be the day after tomorrow, Memsaab, the day before you leave for mumbai.
"My love, are you sure you want to do this," Saladin asked me. "I don't want you to be forced into that. You're free to change your mind, you know."
"Thank you for asking me, Darling," I replied. "But, remember, I am the one who proposed it. It's my idea. I want to demonstrate in every way my love for You and my obedience as a faithful and loving wife, my sajan. You gave me the ultimate gift of Your love, to my heart and body. You fulfill me, You make me bloom. So, deep within, I want to do that for the love of You."
Having heard my heartfelt testimony, my Husband hugged me tenderly and kissed my uncovered head.
Really involved in my confidences, I entered into a state of verbal fever, immersed in lust: "Rizwana, you might wonder how a highly educated woman like me, a renowned university professor, has gone so far in deviant kinks, like being tattooed and Piercing on her pubis and her back, and has so readily converted to the Islam faith, the only true faith, wearing very orthodox Islamic clothing but paradoxically, me who has almost never worn any jewels, now adorns a great lot of them almost everywhere on my body. Don't you wonder why, Rizwana?"
Knowing that she could push the game, Rizwana readily answered: "Yes, Memsaab, I am wondering why a classy, sophisticated Indian hindu lady like you underwent such a radical transformation. Please tell me why!"
"Because I have been conquered, Rizwana," I uttered aloud, almost screaming. "I have been conquered by the most adorable Man, the Man who made me discover a whole new world of love and pleasure. He owns me. I belong to Him. He is my Master, my King. I love Him, I worship Him. And I will forever!"
Having shared that confession of love, I closed my eyes and let myself be hug by my beloved Husband.
"Sweetheart, now, please tell us about your sexual attraction for Nadiya," commented Saladin quite unexpectedly after a short while. "I didn't know that you had a bisexual inclination."
"I felt for that beautiful 22 years old young lady at first sight, my Beloved," I said candidly. "Might it be that I love who You love, my dearest Husband? Knowing that she is Your concubine excited me. Besides, she is so lovable, so gorgeous and so gentle. We got along right away. We are now soul mates."
"You know that sharia [Islamic law] forbids homosexuality, my love, don't you?" said Saladin with a wicked smile. "But given that it is allowed by your husband and that the object of your sinful lesbian love is the concubine of your husband, I consider it to be a minor sin."
"Thank You, my Master," I added. "Among the wishes that I express to Allah in all my prayers, my first wish is to be loved by You as a faithful and obedient wife always, my second one is to give birth to Your beautiful Black Muslim baby and the third one is that Rizwana can come live with us in mumbai soon so that we can live together in love and peace."
On those words, Rizwana moved over, sat on my lap and cuddled up to me. I hugged her tenderly and kissed her eyelashes on her closed eyes.
"Dear Rizwana, I want you to know Memsaab inside out," Saladin began. "Nadiya told me that she has a submissive state of mind since she was a young girl, but that her ex-husband has never been able to make that inner submissiveness bloom. Rather, he was, and still is, the most submissive-minded of the two. When you come to mumbai, you will see that he can be very submissive to Memsaab and his Master. He is ripe for lowly subservience. But he had the cleverness to propose his wife to find sexual satisfaction and fulfillment outside of their marriage. So, finally, she found me and fell in love with me, who could expand her sub realm, make it attain its limits and even break those limits. That explains why she is now almost insatiable and limitless in her desire to submit and please, as you may have witnessed. Rizwana, I know that you are a switch, moving between domination and submission. If Memsaab ever wants to submit to you in order to fulfill her inner kinks and desires, please make her submit and be very creative and far-going with her. Will you, Rizwana?"
"It does please me very much alsooooo... mmmm..." I uttered in a shaky voice while fingering my clitoris through my wet abaya. "I would beg you to put on me the special buttplug with a tail so that I am really a true bitch. Mmmmmmmm..."
My King then said: "Now I want you, my wife, and you, my concubine, to go take a shower together and come back in the room and play together on the bed in front of me. I want you to be the boldest lesbian lovers. I will sit on the couch naked and watch you. And when I tell you to, you will come over to me and worship my penis together. Now go..."
Rizwana and I went right away to the bathroom, undressed and showered. I was glad to see that she was sporting her buttplug. I played removing it slightly and putting it back in, which made her moan. I asked her to keep her heavy makeup and extra-long eyelashes on, admitting to her how much that aroused me.
After our shower, we both proceeded to the bed, where we played for more than one hour for the pleasure of our young Man. We were very slutty and vocal, exposing to Him our wicked dirty minds. He obviously enjoyed the show, His mighty penis fully erect without Him having to masturbate. Sometimes, He would ask us to perform special acts, for example asking me to expose Rizwana's rectum and show Him the rosebud of her buttplug by spreading her buttocks as much as I could. He had me remove the buttplug and train her back hole with my hand covered with oil so that He could sodomize her for the first time, in order that her anus could accept and receive His large penis up to the hilt. She finally was able to accept four fingers. And we were doing as He asked while talking dirty. We both had several orgasms through fondling, frenchkissing, fingering and sucking. Rizwana's large, dangling outer lips had such an attraction on me. I couldn't stop sucking on them, having my mouth full of them, which made her come loudly.
At some point, more than one hour after as I mentioned, our Master asked us to come worship His magnificent black penis. We kneeled down at His feet, on each side and began licking and sucking His hard, s
traight up scepter and testicles, moaning with pleasure. He had his hands behind our heads and was directing our movements. At some points, Rizwana and I were almost fighting to have exclusivity of the crown of His scepter in our mouth, so much that we were in fact having a frenzy of frenchkissing on His penis head, groaning and whimpering loudly. After long minutes, we sensed through the pulsations that our Master would soon ejaculate and we were hungrily waiting to be fed. Soon, He let His huge manly tool explode. An enormous flood of white sperm spurted out, making us fight again to get as much of it in our hungry mouths. The pulsating power was so strong that we could not gulp it all in our mouths so that a fair amount of sperm was sprayed on our faces.
The sight of my Husband's semen on Rizwana's angelic face and eyelashes made me come right away. We, the two worshippers, then proceeded to lick each other's face clean in a tender, amorous way. I was wondering if I could ever stop kissing and licking my Precious Pearl's face...
It was like heaven on earth...
I am finishing this account on the night that follows that memorable evening. Saladin asked me to do a little sacrifice and stay up to write this "reward" to you. It's now 2:00 a.m. He and Rizwana are sleeping soundly. I will join them but not before having prayed with my string of beads and do a bit of reading of the Quran.
I received an email from Aisha telling me that her niece Joshna is now at home. She also told me to take a limousine to come back from the airport as there will be a surprise for us on our arrival at home. I am wondering what it could be...
I am sure that you enjoyed reading my long account, and hope that you did not ejaculate. You know that it's completely forbidden for you.
In conclusion, I want to tell you that our honeymoon will leave unforgettable memories in my mind. It has been the most wonderful part of my life. This said, I hope that my confession does not make you sad. You can console yourself knowing that I am the happiest, most fulfilled woman on earth, thanks to you, dear servant.
Looking forward to seeing you again in two days.
With all my sisterly love,
Memsaab
It goes without saying that reading my ex-wife's letter made me ejaculate without even touching myself. I wondered what Master and Memsaab would find as a solution to that recurring issue...
*****
"Good morning, Ms. Aisha, good morning Joshna, I hope you had a good night," I said.
"Yes Ravi, thank you. I guess that you did have a good night as well, after that email from Memsaab," Aisha commented with a cunning smile.
"You must have read that I planned a nice surprise for Master and Memsaab on their arrival here," she added. "It will be a special surprise, but it all depends on you, Ravi. I thought of greeting them at the door with you naked, sporting only your steel chastity cage as you have done with us the other evening by the pool, to show them your complete inferiority and subservience. I hope that you will accept."
I received that idea with a great shock. Never had I thought that that decisive moment would come so abruptly. I had mixed feelings, reluctant and at the same greatly excited. After a few seconds of reflection, I accepted, knowing deep within myself, that Master and Memsaab would still respect me and understand my deviance, or rather be delighted by my state of mind.
Aisha was elated, and so was Joshna, again very appealing with her long, slim body and her perky short bob hair.
"This will be an appropriate greeting for the newlyweds," added Aisha. "And I have no doubt that they will love their new bedroom. I can't wait to see them again!"
I had to leave soon for the office as I had an important meeting with the vice presidents that day.
Late afternoon the next day, I came home early and helped Aisha and Joshna prepare everything. We knew that, due to Ramadan, Master and Memsaab would eat after sunset and that they would probably like to be alone in the dining room. Aisha prepared a special halal menu. Master would take some wine but not Memsaab, who was now banning alcohol in her diet. She also had ordered three large bouquets of Red roses, one for the dining room table and two for the bedside tables in the newlyweds' bedroom, as well as a special heart-shaped floral arrangement with the words "Welcome Home" made of red roses to be placed on the bed. We were all very nervous and excited.
As expected, the sun was about to set when the airport limousine came up the wide half-moon driveway of the estate and stopped in front of the large porch, under the marquise. Aisha and Joshna went out to greet the newlyweds. As for myself, being naked, I waited until the chauffeur finished taking the luggage out of the car and left before to follow them.
An obvious aura of happiness was emanating from the beautiful interracial couple. They were both wearing white abayas, Nadiya's one complemented by an assorted white hijab leaving her face uncovered. She was radiating joy and happiness, with a broad smile. I was struck by her oversized hoop earrings and her nose ring that was coming down to the upper edge of her pouty lips. Her face had not changed but had taken what I would call a royal allure. She was holding her Husband by one arm.
It was quite a surprise for them to see out welcoming party on the porch to greet them. Especially to see me naked, wearing only my steel chastity cage.
"Oh, Aisha," Nadiya said while kissing her, "It's such a nice surprise you reserved us, and a very appropriate one indeed! Thank you so much for that special thought! I admit that I never saw that coming."
"I fully agree with you, my love," Saladin added, looking at me. "Aisha, you have to be commended for having prepared that meaningful surprise. And you too, Ravi, have to be commended as well. We are very pleased that you show all of us so overtly your humble and servile attitude."
Proud of those kind comments and seeking recognition as a good, subservient inferior, I kissed Nadiya's hand and went down on my knees in front of everyone and devotedly kissed her jeweled feet.
"I am sure that you will be a good servant," Nadiya told me, gently patting my head. "You have made some great progress during our absence, thanks to Aisha. And I know that you will continue progressing in the right direction."
I noticed that Joshna was making a strong impression on Saladin. Aisha quickly introduced her to Him as it was the first time that they met. Joshna gently curtsied and kissed His hand, her eyes fittingly lowered in a gesture of humility. She did the same with Nadiya, who complimented her on her beauty. "You have grown up so much since I've seen you the last time, Joshna. You've celebrated your 18th birthday lately, have you?"
"Yes Memsaab," Joshna replied. "Thank you for your kind comments. I want to tell you that I am very happy to work here with Aisha Aunt. Thank you for hiring me, Memsaab."
"You're most welcome, dear Joshna. I'm sure that we will get along very well," said Nadiya before moving inside the house with her Husband. I readily motioned to take the luggage in the couple's bedroom.
It was a pleasure to see their reaction when they entered the room, clearly enjoying what they were seeing. The rederocation was exactly to their taste. Nadiya cuddled into her Husband's arms, seeming eager to try their new canopy bed, adorned with the huge heart-shaped floral arrangement.
"It's beautiful!" Nadiya exclaimed. "Thank you so much, dear servant, for that nice other gift that you're offering us."
"Ms. Aisha and I wanted you to be happy when returning home," I said. "And I am glad that you like your new bedroom. Ms. Aisha has prepared you a great diner. Please tell me when you are ready, I'll tell her."
"First, I would like to take a bath, can you prepare it for me, with plenty of bubble bath, please, while I undress?" Nadiya said.
"Yes, Memsaab, right away," I replied, and went to the bathroom. Master Saladin was preparing to take a shower.
A short time after, coming out of the bathroom to tell Nadiya that her bath was ready, I had the shock of my life. There she was, standing in the middle of the bedroom, stark naked. Her breasts were now larger and with nipple rings, as Master wanted them, and I also noticed that her lips were more bulging and pouty. Her beauty, both noble and wild, made my cockette throb in its steel enclosure, clearly noticeable to her. I had the great privilege of seeing my ex-wife just as her new Husband could see her in all her beauty at His leisure, with her abundant jewelry. I also had the great shock to see Nadiya's smooth, shiny bald pussy, clit hood and labia had four rings in each side. . She purposely lowered her back to make me see her strange tattoo, a phrase written in Arabic, "ا( العبد الخاضع )", .The oversized hoop earrings and the nose ring were a rather striking display of her deepening kinky love and adoration for her Husband and Master.
She was obviously testing me. "I see that you still can't control your sexual impulses, dear servant," she blamed me, although with a soft voice. "Saladin and I discussed that issue lately. We plan to have a talk with you tomorrow, once we have had a restful night."
"Yes memsaab," I replied with my eyes lowered. "If you permit, I will also have something important to tell you as well."
"All right. Now help me remove all my jewels. I want to spend a long time relaxing in my bath, during which you unpack our suitcases. Please prepare my clothes for the evening: my Black silk abaya with the plunging neckline and the embroidered design on the sleeves and my rhinestone-decorated black thong flat sandals. I won't put any head scarf on tonight as I will be eating alone with my sajan."
"Yes memsaab," I replied obediently.
"I believe that you did not have anything to eat, did you?" she asked.
"No Memsaab."
"You can go eat in the kitchen with Aisha and Joshna. Please ask Aisha to bring a little bell on the dining room table. We will ring you when we are ready for diner."
"Yes memsaab. Thank you."
The two women had almost finished eating when I entered the kitchen. They smiled at me and, a few minutes later, left me by myself. This enabled me to reflect about the situation. The honeymoon had definitely made Nadiya more distant from me than before, more indifferent toward me. Master Saladin had completely taken ownership of her, not only physically but from every point of view, including religion-wise, so much that she was more devout, more orthodox and stricter for herself in her Muslim faith than Him. She was now addressing me mostly with a stern, authoritative voice, although as soft as before. I was having a hard time recognizing the Pavithra that I had married long ago. Master Saladin had transformed her, had made her subconscious sub and dom inclinations bloom. And all that without having to force it into her; it came naturally as if it was there, latent within her and only waiting to express itself. And she seemed to be perfectly thriving on her new life.
Nadiya was treating me like an inferior servant. Our respective roles and positions were now clearly established in the hierarchy of the household.
Some forty minutes later, Aisha and Joshna were back in the kitchen to finalize the preparation of the meal. Aisha was proud of her table setting featuring a large vase with twelve Red roses and a group of twelve long white candles that were to provide the required light for their meal.
Soon, we heard the bell ring. Aisha sent me to serve the appetizers. When I entered the dining room, still naked, Nadiya and Saladin were chatting quietly, holding hands.
"I'm starving, Ravi," Nadiya told me. "I am sure that Aisha prepared us an excellent meal for our return home."
"Yes, memsaab," I replied. "You will be pleased with the variety of the food. Aisha went out of her way to offer you some Middle East delicacies."
"Ravi, please serve me some wine," Saladin requested. And, smiling, He added: "As you know, Nadiya is now a stricter Muslim than me. She banned any alcohol from her diet."
"Just like I banned all underwear," Nadiya quickly commented joyfully. "You will certainly notice that when you take care of my wardrobe."
I tried not to react to that comment, striving to be as "professional" as possible, although I was serving in the nude. I poured some wine to Master and quickly served them their salads and left the room.
The bell rang again sometime later, meaning that we had to bring the main course. This time Joshna came with me to serve. As soon as we entered the room with the meals on the serving cart, I saw that Saladin was quite interested in her. She was beautifully dressed, not inappropriately but nonetheless sensually. She was wearing a white full-length tight dress that was closed up to the neck but revealing her almost flat torso and perky, straight nipples. I had noticed already that she never wore a bra as she didn't really needed it. The contrast between the dark body and the pure white dress was striking. What Saladin might not have been able to notice is that she was barefoot. Joshna made me think of a sleek female feline moving with great ease in her natural habitat.
"Dear Joshna, you're so pretty!" Nadiya exclaimed. "Isn't she, Darling?"
"Yes, indeed, my love," Saladin acknowledged. "I am happy that you accepted to come live with us to assist your aunt. You will not only be of great help to her, and us by the same way, but you will improve our environment with a beautiful touch of pristine youth," He added with His usual calm and respectful behavior.
"Thank you, Memsaab. Thank you Master (she had learned from Aisha to address them with their proper names)," Joshna replied, somewhat shyly.
It was obvious however that she could not help looking at Nadiya's ornate bald head. And I could understand her as I was feeling the same about, not so much that very special feature of Nadiya but the reasons that led her to do - in complete freedom - such a thing as having her head kept bald . It was indeed love and obedience pushed at their farthest limit.
We finally served the couple their main course and left the two lovers alone to dine and chat in the privacy they deserved to enjoy.
No less than one hour later, the bell rang again. It meant that they had finished their main course and needed the dessert. Joshna and I went back again to take the dishes away and serve the dessert.
"Thank you," Saladin said. "Please tell Aisha that the meal was delicious. You won't need to come back again. We will go to our room when we are finished."
"Ravi, go prepare our bed for the night," Nadiya told me with her now sterner voice. "Later on, you can help Aisha and Joshna clear the table and clean everything before going to your room. As I told you before, we will have a good talk with you tomorrow. We have important matters to discuss with you. Oh... I was forgetting... please ask Aisha to prepare a light breakfast for us tomorrow morning about one hour before sunrise, as we still are in Ramadan. We would like Joshna to bring it to us in or room."
"Yes, Memsaab," I replied. "This will be done as per your request. If I may... I will also have something important to tell you tomorrow."
"Very well. Have a good night," Nadiya concluded.
"Good night, Memsaab. Good night, malik," I said before leaving the room.
With a bagful of mixed emotions stirring me up, my dickette throbbing in its steel enclosure, I wrote and sent an email to Master Saladin to wish Him a good continuation of their honeymoon and to thank Him for having brought spiritual, emotional and sexual fullness to my dear Pavithra and apologize for my disobedience.
"Sir, I have to talk to you," said Aisha in a rather authoritative voice.
"Yes Aisha, what can I do for you?" I replied, figuring that she needed my advice on something having to do with housekeeping. I was in for a surprise...
I noticed that she was in no way shy with me and that she had gained self-confidence and power in her relationship with me, who, up to then, had been her boss in the house. The only explanation I could get for that change in stance was her complicity with Nadiya, who had confided to me that she was in touch with our maid through email.
"Sir, as Memsahib (Memsaab) has told you, Memsahib and I have been exchanging emails these last days about you," she said assertively. " Memsahib has told me about your chastity cage. She is concerned about your behavior, specifically about your breach of your commitment not to use the second key to unlock your cage during her absence. As you well know, you have done so at least once, that I know of."
My immediate reaction was a stinging rebuke. "My dear Aisha, I believe that you're forgetting who is in charge here, who is your boss and employer." I answered firmly. "I won't stand such an attitude, and I will not hesitate to ask your resignation as our maid if it ever happens again."
"Well, Sir," she retorted, "I can understand your reaction. I can realize how sudden and unexpected this is for you. When she asked me to talk to you, Memsahib had warned me about your likely reaction. However, I would advise you to think about the situation and try to consider all aspects. We might talk about it again tomorrow or in the next few days if you don't mind."
I knew that Aisha was an intelligent woman but I had not expected her to come up with such a wise answer. I was unable to dismiss it. We agreed to discuss the matter like two reasonable adults before the end of the week.
Despite my busy workload as CMD, I found time at home in the evening to make a detailed review of the situation as it had built up until now, especially my own situation. It was obvious that I had let myself descend into a more and more deviant way of life since the time I had proposed my ex-wife to take a lover who could give her the complete sexual satisfaction that I felt she was entitled to.
Not only did Pavithra - I should say Nadiya - find the perfect real man who gave her sexual fulfillment and complete happiness as a human being but she was experiencing a state of religious and spiritual nourishment that was becoming more and more intense as the days went by.
Nadiya's behavior was also rather paradoxical: on one hand, she had found the Master who could nurture her inner submissive nature and make it bloom; on the other hand, He made her become the catalyst of my own inclination to submission. This was obviously also another reason why Nadiya and I had to find a way to attain sexual happiness each in our own way. Hence, naturally, the whole relationship had developed to become what I could qualify as an unconventional Master-Mistress-sub triad. They were the interracial Alpha couple and I was their subordinate.
So much that now, our maid Aisha was becoming my superior. At this point, I definitely had to make a serious and comprehensive evaluation. Did I want to pursue that strange journey without knowing where it would lead me? What changes in my life would that involve if I answered yes to that question? I was at a point where I had to lucidly distinguish between fantasies and plain reality. So I decided to take a few days to think the situation over and write down the pros and cons.
Sometimes, my kinky thoughts about my submission to Saladin and His new wife were frightening me. But they were also providing me with great thrills and excitement. As a matter of fact, I had to decide whether I wanted to make those thoughts reality by a radical change of lifestyle. The lifestyle of a complete servant to a dominating couple. It was not any more a matter of ensuring happiness for my former Pavithra as she was obviously in a state of bliss. I was confronted to my only self.
Three days after my short but decisive conversation with our maid, I rather humbly went to her in the kitchen. She was sitting alone at the small side table having her tea. She always had a natural demure, condescending attitude despite her lower standing as a maid. Now she was plainly showing a superior attitude towards me.
"Aisha, we agreed that we would talk again." I began with. "First, I want to apologize for my rude reaction the other day. It was not appropriate. I am here to hear what Memsahib wanted you to tell me."
Aisha had not been looking at me yet. Hearing what I said, she turned with a motherly smile on her face. Her first words were surprising: "Ravi, I am happy that you are in a better frame of mind. I was almost sure that you would be reasonable."
"Yes Aisha, I took time to reflect on the situation," I replied.
"Very well. I was telling you that Memsahib (Memsaab) was concerned about your forbidden use of the chastity cage spare key. Memsahib wants me to be the keeper of that key until she returns from her honeymoon two weeks from now and takes back complete control on it. Please go fetch the key right now!" she said in a voice that would not admit any repel.
"Yes Aisha," I replied, before turning back and going to get the key.
When I returned with the key, Aisha was still sitting at the table. She gently extended her hand to take it and said: "Thank you Ravi, you're a good boy. I am happy that you made the right decision. And Memsahib will be happy also for sure. You can go about your business now. If Memsahib has other demands, I will let you know."
"Yes Aisha, thank you." I humbly replied.
I returned to my room overwhelmed by my own acceptance of that new step in my descent into submission. I was now submitting not only to Master Saladin and His new wife but to my former inferior, our maid Aisha, I was immersed in a flood of lust. I now knew that it was what my inner self really wanted, to submit totally. At that moment, I knew that it was the definite turning point in my life.
The only cruel aspect of it was that I was now unable to unlock my chastity cage and seek the relief that I craved for in this almost unbearable tsunami of horniness. An idea crossed my mind that I wanted to act upon right away. But first, to give it life, I had to know Aisha's email address. Right away, I went to look for her. I found her in the backyard, swimming in the pool. I was flabbergasted, as never before our maid would have dared to do such a thing.
"Aisha, I am sorry to disturb you," I said humbly. "I would like to send an email to Saladin and Nadiya, and I would like to put you in c.c. Would you please be kind enough to give me your email address?"
Playing in the water, she looked at me with amused eyes and said: "Oh, nice! It's a very good idea to share with me what you'll tell Memsahib and her Husband. I am sure that they will be pleased to know what a good boy you are. Are you going to email them now?"
"Yes Aisha, as soon as you give me your address."
She did, and told me to go type my email right away, telling me that she couldn't wait to read it. She also told me that she would tell me about a special project later.
My email read like this:
Dear Malik (Master) and Memsahib (Memsaab),
I truly hope that your honeymoon continues to be filled with happiness.
I dare on my own to write you to express my submission and to ask your forgiveness for my disobedience concerning my chastity. I confess that it was completely unacceptable behavior and I truly regret my fault. As a proof, I handed the spare key to my chastity cage to Aisha as per your instructions, dear Memsaab. Incidentally, Memsaab, I want you to know that I now truly accept Aisha's intervention and recognize the authority that you have placed in her.
I also want to tell you, Master Saladin, that I prepared a special gift - apart from the gift of paying all your expenses for that very special trip of yours - that I will gladly offer You when You come back home with Your lovely wife, hoping that You will like it. I intend it to be a testimony of my respect, subservience and surrender.
I don't want to take any more of your precious time as newlyweds on their honeymoon. In conclusion, I just wanted to express my deep gratitude to you, Memsaab, for so kindly letting me know about your spiritual and sexual going-ons. Your accounts are simply delightful to read. I feel privileged to receive such confidences.
Looking forward to receiving more news from you soon, I wish you both a very enlightening rest of honeymoon.
P.S. You might notice that I put Aisha on c.c. to this email.
Your humble and devoted servant who misses you so much
This act of overt lowly submission excited me to the point where I ejaculated in my chastity cage without even touching myself.
The following days were hectic at the office. I had meetings until late in the evenings with the executive council, as the end of our financial year and the date of the annual general meeting of the shareholders were approaching. I didn't have time to think too much about the new turn my deviance was taking nor about Saladin and Nadiya.
Late one evening at home, almost one week following my last email, I received one from Nadiya. I noticed right away that, for the first time in our exchange of emails, Aisha was copied on that email.
Dear servant,
My Sajan and I were very pleased to read your last email and to learn that you accepted Aisha's new role in the house. You might not have noticed that she is my confident and accomplice since the first time that I took a lover following your suggestion a few years ago. Therefore, given your now humble respect for her, I find it normal to copy her this email.
I agree completely with you that you should feel privileged to read my accounts of our sexual and spiritual activities on our honeymoon. Actually, it would have certainly been my prerogative to keep this between ourselves, as Husband and wife. However, I feel that reading my confidences likely are now the only sexual pleasure left for you and that I kind of owe you that, given that you were the one who enabled me to enter into this wonderful new life. Of course, Master Saladin agrees with me and gave me His permission.
It would also certainly be our prerogative to lead our own marital life by ourselves without keeping you with us. However, given your obvious desire to please us and submit to our Master and I and your proactive attitude in that sense, we are inclined to have you remain our servant, at least for the time being.
As a matter of fact, you will be our exclusive personal servant and your duties will be restricted to our complete service in all ways that we want. For example, you will be making sure that our clothes are always impeccable, that our bed is perfectly done, and that any other of our demands are met. And Aisha will be in charge of managing the household, she will be the house butler in other words. Thus you will be her inferior. By the way, I would like you to call her Ms. Aisha from now on.
To continue in the same vein, I wanted to tell you that we hired one of Aisha's nieces, Joshna. I think that you will remember her as she came to our place a few times to visit her aunt in the past. Joshna will be Aisha's assistant. She readily accepted the job as she loves her aunt and it will be well-paid work for a girl of her age. She will turn 18 in a few weeks. With the eventual coming of Rizwana to Mumbai and - I pray Allah for that every day - the coming of a newborn, the household will grow up and Joshna's help will be welcome. She is a rather obedient girl; we would not have hired her otherwise. So, expect to see Joshna in the next few days. In due time, you will switch rooms with Aisha, whose quarters are smaller. She will take your bedroom with Joshna; she will manage to get two twin beds in there.
We are now in Dubai, back from our short stay in Saudi Arabia for our pilgrimage to Mecca. This is something that I will never forget. I will tell you more in a lengthy account that will be attached to the only remaining email that I will send you before we come back to Mumbai. As I told you before, it takes me quite some time to just type those accounts, time that my Husband is deprived of when I do that. But He is so loving and generous that He lets me do those special gifts to you. In His mind, it is a gesture of gratitude for having surrendered your rights as a husband to let me belong legally to my Sajan.
Our stay in Dubai will be shorter than expected at first, as we want to be with Rizwana a few days before flying back home. Saladin and I already miss her a lot. And, as you will remember from my previous email, I will be going to the tattoo parlor. I cannot wait!
In the meantime, be a good boy. We will discuss further your chastity issue and some other important matters once we are back.
With my sisterly love,
Memsaab
I surprised myself not to react with anger nor dismay at Nadiya's email. Rather, I replied to thank her. I knew then that I had completely surrendered. I knew that I was embarking on a new life.
*****
A couple of days later, after a long day of work at the office, I got out of the car at home and went right to my room, quite tired. While undressing before taking a shower, I looked through the window overlooking our backyard and the pool. I had the surprise of seeing a young girl playing in the water, moving slowly with the help of her arms while talking with Aisha who was standing beside the pool. I realized that that girl was Joshna.
After a few minutes, I saw her coming out of the water. I remembered having seen Joshna at home a few times when she visited her aunt but that was many months ago. She had grown up, and was now taller than her aunt, about 5 feet 7 inches was my estimate. She had a pleasant figure although she was very slim with long, slender legs and rather flat breasts.
My excitement grew up to the point where I had a sudden kinky thought. I could not resist the urge to go out to the backyard and expose myself to Aisha and her niece as a humble faggot. I came out naked and walked toward them. They sure could see my locked-up diminutive, although hard, penis dangling between my thighs. I could not believe my boastfulness. My heart was beating wildly. Deep within me, I realized how much pleasure and excitement that behavior of mine was giving me.
"Hello, Ms. Aisha. Hello Joshna. I am very happy that you now assist your aunt here. You are most welcome."
"Thank you," Joshna replied, while looking at my short, locked appendice without any apparent sign of excess surprise. "It's very nice of you. I will be pleased to work in this beautiful estate with aunt and you."
The two women were also exchanging smiles, amused to see me so utterly exposing myself to them. Aisha had remained mute but soon, she briefed her niece on my new status, having realized by my behavior that I was now ready to make a new step into submission. She certainly had told Joshna about the special situation prevailing in the household but she purposely gave details as a way to test her, and me above all.
"Ravi is going to be the personal servant to Master and Memsaab," she began. "He was master of the house before but his situation changed over the last few months. His wife, Memsaab, divorced him after falling in love with Master Saladin and got married to Him. He not only conquered her heart but He also converted her to the Islam faith, our faith, the only true faith. Memsaab is now an extremely devout Muslim as you will see when they come back from their honeymoon. Is that true, Ravi?"
"Yes, Ms. Aisha," I replied. "You are absolutely right. And I may add that Memsaab, from the emails that she sent me from Dubai, is immensely happy. She is fulfilled in every way. And that's what I always wanted for her."
"I am impressed by your exemplary abnegation, Ravi," Aisha added. "I am also positively impressed by what you have done tonight, coming to us as you are. Your behavior tells a lot. I am very pleased, and I am sure that Joshna is pleased as well, aren't you darling?"
"Oh yes, auntiy, I am," Joshna replied with a coy smile while keeping a reserved attitude. "What he has done for the happiness of his wife, I mean his ex-wife, is to be commended," she added in a soft voice.
She walked lasciviously to the nearest chaise longue, grabbed her towel and began to dry herself up. She acted somewhat as a shy girl but, on the other hand, she knew that she had an effect on me. She sat sideways to wipe her long, slender legs.
Then Aisha, undoubtedly wanting to test me and see how far I was able to go in subservience, said: "Ravi, please... help Joshna dry her feet and put on her flip-flops..."
They must have noticed my short penis throb within its steel cage as they both smiled. Without a word, I walked toward Joshna, who was still sitting, and got on my knees in front of her. She handed me her towel in a somewhat condescending manner. I slowly and gently wiped her feet one after the other and proceeded to put on her flip-flops. She then lifted her left foot slowly, in an unmistakable way... Looking at her bright black eyes to get her wordless consent, I gave a gentle, respectful kiss on her foot. She repeated the move with her right foot, which I gently kissed also. I was in a state of extreme excitement, so much that I ejaculated in my chastity cage without touching myself.
Aisha noticed it when I stood up and reprimanded me, even though she knew perfectly well that she had provoked the situation. "I will have to tell Memsaab about that. She wants me to keep her informed about your chastity. Nonetheless, I like that you came forward showing your inferiority to us tonight. You have the right attitude. I will tell Memsaab. I am sure that she will be happy. Now please go take a shower and retire to your room."
With that, Joshna got up, smiled at me and went indoors, walking as lasciviously as before, her flip-flops making their usual slapping sound.
"Ms. Aisha... if I may..."
"Yes, Ravi," she said.
"Ms. Aisha," I replied, blushing. "You told me about a special project the other day. Could you please tell me what it is about?"
"Yes, sure," she added. "Master Saladin and Memsaab gave me the task of organizing the refurbishing of their bedroom. They want to have it repainted all in light blue, and have new drapes installed on the bay window, a thick lush blue carpet everywhere as well as a very large blue draped canopy bed. They want everything blue in their bedroom. I already contracted the work and gave a deposit on behalf of Master and Memsaab. The work will begin the day after tomorrow and will be finished when the newlyweds come back home. I am sure they will really enjoy their love nest."
"Oh... those are big news, Ms. Aisha. I think it's only normal that Master Saladin and Memsaab want to start their new life in a new setting," I reflected. "Thank you for telling me. Will you need my help in any way?"
"No, I don't think so. You have already done your part as you will be paying the bill," she said with a smile. "Of course, the work will cause some disturbances in the house for some time. However, that should not be a problem for you given that you work late in the evening and that your bedroom is in a distant part of the house."
"Yes, Ms. Aisha," I replied. "Thanks for taking charge of that project, for the pleasure of Master and Memsaab. I wish you a good night."
"Good night, Ravi," she replied.
*****
A good number of days passed. Working at the office every day, I barely noticed the refurbishing work being performed in the large main bedroom. When I came in the house after a good day of work one early evening, Aisha greeted me at the door with Joshna.
"Please come and see the new transformed bedroom. The work is finished. I am sure that you will like it. You deserve to see it after all, as you will be in that room quite often as Master's and Memsaab's personal servant."
When we entered the room, I was flabbergasted. It was a superb, plush setting. Everything was blue, from the huge canopy bed with its sheer drapes all around to the carpet, furniture and drapes in the large bay window. There was also a new blue leather loveseat, a comfortable blue leather armchair and a small round table with two chairs that could be used by the couple for eating if they wished. The place was very luminous and peaceful, quite fitting for newlyweds, who now had their own intimate marital quarters. And Aisha had thought of enhancing the atmosphere with a light jasmine fragrance. I also noticed that she had the delicate idea of having a few essential oils burners installed for providing environmental fragrancing.
"I thank and congratulate you for having managed that beautiful project, Ms. Aisha," I said in a lowly flattering voice.
"You are most welcome, Ravi," she replied. "I am sure that Master and Memsaab will be quite pleased when they come back, which is in three days now. I can't wait to see them. I missed them very much."
"I do miss them very much too," I continued. "With their return, a whole new life will begin for us," I said, looking at them.
"What you say could not be truer," Aisha said. "Now let's go for diner."
"Yes, I am so hungry, aunt Amy," said Joshna, lifting her right hand while looking at me. I took her hand and kissed it gently. She was such a nice and pretty young lady. Polite, reserved and soft, yet bold and provocative at the same time. I was wondering what would be Master Saladin's reaction when He sees her for the first time.
Joshna and her aunt had me tamed now. Aisha needed to say only six words: "You know what to do now..."
"Yes, Ms. Aisha."
They both went to the kitchen while I went to take a shower. A few minutes later, I was entering the kitchen, wearing only my steel chastity cage, ready to serve...
*****
In my room that same evening, I was overwhelmed with happiness when I opened my email on my laptop computer. Nadiya had sent me an email, of which Aisha was receiving a copy.
Dear servant,
As I told you in my previous short email sent from Dubai, this will be the last account of our honeymoon that I send you before our return home, in three days. My Husband and I were informed by Aisha, through email, of your last breach of your chastity vow and, of course, we were disappointed. On the other hand, she told us about your very appropriate behavior and attitude with her and Joshna. This compensates in part for your improper sexual behavior.
As I have so much to tell you this time again, I wrote an account in a Word document attached to this email. I hope that this will reassure you as to my well-being and happiness, which I know is of utmost importance to you. Again, this account represents our gift and symbol of gratitude for the wonderful new world that you enabled us to enter into.
Impatient to read the news from the newlyweds, I immediately opened the document and printed it, then sat on my bed to read it.
*****
Dear servant,
We are now back in dubai - earlier than expected as I told you - back from Saudi.
As I am writing, it is dark outside in Dubai. We are in the same suite that we had before leaving for Mecca. We enjoyed a well-deserved late diner (as we are now into the Ramadan) with Rizwana. She is now sitting with Saladin on the couch having tea and admiring the beautiful view of the Arabian Gulf through the panoramic window.
I cannot wait to tell you about our pilgrimage to Mecca. I nearly fainted when I saw the Al-Masjid Al-Haram, the Arabic name for the beautiful Sacred Mosque. We joined the thousands of pilgrims walking, while praying in unison, around the Holy Kaaba (the most sacred site in Islam) counterclockwise. As prescribed, we turned around the Kaaba seven times. I was so involved in my worshipping that I was almost in a state of trance, somewhat enhanced by the fact that I had not eaten nor drank since the previous evening as we were in the first days of the Ramadan. To pray in unison with my beloved Husband and the other pilgrims brought me to new heights in my faith that I had not expected to be attainable. Our only regret was that we had done only the Umrah, the "minor" pilgrimage, given that we were not on location at the right time for performing the annual Hajj, the "greater" pilgrimage, which is held during only a few days in the twelfth Muslim lunar month and which gathers millions of worshippers. But we vowed to come back for the Hajj another time, hopefully with our child.
On our way from Mecca to Dubai, we were able to sustain ourselves as we took a night flight. The halal food and drinks were more than welcome as we had fasted all day. After the meal, I prayed, using the beautiful misbaha (string of prayer beads) that Saladin had bought me at Mecca. This is the 33-bead version (there is also the 99-beads version). The beads as such are made of high-grade lapis lazuli and end into a true silver handle adorned with a genuine diamond and a silver tassel. I was crying with joy when my Adored One offered it to me. I vowed to use it once a day for the rest of my life.
A few minutes before landing, I woke up, realizing that I had a sound sleep, my covered head leaning on Saladin's shoulder.
In Dubai, we went straight to the hotel as we were quite tired. It was daylight and we did not eat or drink. After having admired our luxurious suite and the panoramic view we took a shower and went right to bed. To observe Ramadan, we limited ourselves to tender cuddling, without having sex. Nevertheless, I was like in heaven in Saladin's strong black arms. When we woke up, after dusk, I was so hungry for sex that I quickly went down on His already erect penis and played with it and His testicles and soon had my mouth full. After a while, I turned and positioned myself on all four, my thighs wide apart, and begged my Sajan to indulge in our favorite game, that we call "double play". He first enters my vagina very abruptly, which I love, and pumps His huge penis in me several times, up to my cervix, and comes out, only to slowly enter my inviting rectum, now more accustomed to my Husband's wide girth. He then goes back and forth between my wide open holes, His hands on my hips or on my shoulders. Often, He makes me guess which of my holes He's going to choose, making the expectation and lust almost unbearable for me. This went on for a long time, up to 30 minutes, all the while I moaned, whimpered and cried, my now big breasts bouncing around. Saladin likes me to be very vocal, He says that it excites Him a lot. When He grabs my two globes, I know that He is about to ejaculate in me. At that moment, I always beg Him to make Himself the most beautiful Black baby that mankind has ever seen. With a moaning voice, I tell Him that I don't want to have a mulatto, but a true black baby, His beautiful Black baby. It is often at that time that I come loudly and for what seems to be an endless, blissful orgasm. He takes care of me so well! I love Him so much! He is the love of my life!
We played on and off for most of the night. What is wonderful is that I was in my fertile period at that time. About one hour before dawn, half asleep, lying on my back. I felt Saladin laying over me, making Himself heavy, like if He wanted to crush me, and parting my thighs before penetrating His wife. We love that position, indulging in deep non-stop frenchkissing while my beloved young Man slowly fucks me. He ejaculated in me, His thick semen reaching my cervix. We remained there, lying down peacefully, for a while before to go up and take a shower.
Saladin then called our private butler to order a hearty breakfast in our room, knowing that we would fast all day. After breakfast, we had time for our first prayer of the day, the fajr, after which I chose to cover my naked body with a black full-length cotton abaya for the day, in order to sweat as much as possible for Saladin to take His drenched wife after sunset, and an assorted black hijab [head scarf] leaving my face uncovered. Before leaving the hotel, I would put on a pair of large sunglasses. Of course, I would not go out without putting on my buttplug and adorning my ears, wrists, fingers and toes with numerous jewels to please my sajan.
We spent the day wandering around in Dubai, shopping in souks and modern shopping centers. We made sure however to stop at mosques for our noon and mid-afternoon prayers. In the Gold Souk, my Husband could not resist the temptation to offer me still some more jewels, such as a pair of oversized large 18k gold hoop earrings - As you know, he likes me to wear an abundance of jewelry. At one shop, I saw a stunning Givenchy 14k gold nose ring to be inserted through a hole in the middle part of the nose. I now knew more about my Sajan's tastes and was getting better at anticipating His expectations. I asked Him if He would like me to wear one, suggesting that I get the piercing done at the tattoo shop when we go for my back above my ass tattoo. He was delighted with my offer, so we bought it. He made me use my card for all our purchases of the day, amounting to several hundred dollars. We thank you so much for having offered me that card. Being both history scholars, we did not want to miss visiting archeological and heritage sites. We concluded our day of visit walking on the Bur Dubai side of the creek promenade and ended up at our hotel.
Arriving in our suite after sunset, I was both exhausted, my body glistening with sweat from the scorching heat of the day, and hungry, having fasted all day. I asked Saladin to order our diner to be delivered in one hour. Leaving the lights off, I opened the drapes of the large panoramic window and admired the vista provided by the modern Dubai all lighted up. We were standing together, cuddling and kissing. After a few minutes, my strong stallion of a husband took me in His arms and brought me on the large couch in front of the window. Knowing that He wanted to take possession of my sweating body, I laid down on my back, spread my bent legs and lifted my abaya, exposing myself. He undressed hastily, laid down heavily on me and penetrated me without further ado.
"Mmmmmm, yes my Love, take me hard, put Your warm semen in my fertile womb," I whispered in my Husband's ear, with my legs crossed around His muscular waist, as if I wanted to keep Him glued to me forever, to make Him be an integral part of my body. "Please impregnate me, my Darling, I was born to bear Your beautiful Black baby," I added with a louder voice, almost crying, while Saladin was burying His enormous prick to the hilt within me. I was completely under the power of my Lover, Husband and Master. After a few minutes, I heard Him groan with lust, shooting His rich sperm deep inside His bitch in heat.
Two days later,
"I am happy to see you again, dear Rizwana. I see with great pleasure that you are very well dressed, the way I like it," Saladin told her.
" Rizwana," I said, "do you still have your silver anklet?"
"Yes, Memsaab, I have it on all the time. I like it very much, as it's a constant reminder of you," she said, smiling. She raised her right leg, showing us her pretty, dainty foot after removing her thong sandal. I raised my upper body to sit down on the couch and took her foot in my hands. I could not resist kissing her ankle, foot and light-rose painted toes gently, all the while she was frenchkissing my Husband.
Once we were in our suite, it was time for our late afternoon prayer. The three of us went down on our knees, foreheads touching the carpet and prayed together silently.
"I think I will take a warm bath and relax," I told my companions.
"Yes, my beloved, please do," said Saladin. "Rizwana and I will get some work done meanwhile. We are still on our honeymoon but I want to keep myself up to date on the office business," He added with a loving smile and kissed me.
Rizwana had brought her laptop. They got to the desk in the secondary room and I went to the bathroom.
During our intimate diner in the suite, after sunset as Ramadan rules, we chatted very openly, jumping from one subject to the other, with none taboo. We talked about the very encouraging raise of sales for the Dubai branch, which was responsible for the Middle East market of the company. We also exchanged views on the history of the Islamic world, which I was more and more interested in, a subject that I wanted to study more deeply once back in mumbai. The atmosphere was warm and cheerful, a good respite from the hot, toiling day.
We were now sipping tea after dessert. " Rizwana," I said. "I guess that you have found a tattoo parlor as agreed..."
"Yes Memsaab, I have done some research and found the right one," Rizwana answered. "The parlor is Dubai Marina. I went there and explained the artwork to be done. The artist who will do your tattoo will be a female who has several years of experience in every aspect of body art. And health and safety is their priority. I also looked at reviews about them on the web, and I did not read any negative comment. They have a very good reputation. They will take care of everything, they will first make your head bald and shiny and then do the tattoo and Piercing. It's supposed to take two to three hours. Don't worry, I will be alongside you all the time and give you all my support. Furthermore, you already have a tattoo "down there" (she remarked with a shy look, her oversized eyelids moving up and down). You have some experience. Everything will be fine."
"I must admit that I am a little nervous," I commented. "Have you booked the appointment? When is it going to be?""It will be the day after tomorrow, Memsaab, the day before you leave for mumbai.
"My love, are you sure you want to do this," Saladin asked me. "I don't want you to be forced into that. You're free to change your mind, you know."
"Thank you for asking me, Darling," I replied. "But, remember, I am the one who proposed it. It's my idea. I want to demonstrate in every way my love for You and my obedience as a faithful and loving wife, my sajan. You gave me the ultimate gift of Your love, to my heart and body. You fulfill me, You make me bloom. So, deep within, I want to do that for the love of You."
Having heard my heartfelt testimony, my Husband hugged me tenderly and kissed my uncovered head.
Really involved in my confidences, I entered into a state of verbal fever, immersed in lust: "Rizwana, you might wonder how a highly educated woman like me, a renowned university professor, has gone so far in deviant kinks, like being tattooed and Piercing on her pubis and her back, and has so readily converted to the Islam faith, the only true faith, wearing very orthodox Islamic clothing but paradoxically, me who has almost never worn any jewels, now adorns a great lot of them almost everywhere on my body. Don't you wonder why, Rizwana?"
Knowing that she could push the game, Rizwana readily answered: "Yes, Memsaab, I am wondering why a classy, sophisticated Indian hindu lady like you underwent such a radical transformation. Please tell me why!"
"Because I have been conquered, Rizwana," I uttered aloud, almost screaming. "I have been conquered by the most adorable Man, the Man who made me discover a whole new world of love and pleasure. He owns me. I belong to Him. He is my Master, my King. I love Him, I worship Him. And I will forever!"
Having shared that confession of love, I closed my eyes and let myself be hug by my beloved Husband.
"Sweetheart, now, please tell us about your sexual attraction for Nadiya," commented Saladin quite unexpectedly after a short while. "I didn't know that you had a bisexual inclination."
"I felt for that beautiful 22 years old young lady at first sight, my Beloved," I said candidly. "Might it be that I love who You love, my dearest Husband? Knowing that she is Your concubine excited me. Besides, she is so lovable, so gorgeous and so gentle. We got along right away. We are now soul mates."
"You know that sharia [Islamic law] forbids homosexuality, my love, don't you?" said Saladin with a wicked smile. "But given that it is allowed by your husband and that the object of your sinful lesbian love is the concubine of your husband, I consider it to be a minor sin."
"Thank You, my Master," I added. "Among the wishes that I express to Allah in all my prayers, my first wish is to be loved by You as a faithful and obedient wife always, my second one is to give birth to Your beautiful Black Muslim baby and the third one is that Rizwana can come live with us in mumbai soon so that we can live together in love and peace."
On those words, Rizwana moved over, sat on my lap and cuddled up to me. I hugged her tenderly and kissed her eyelashes on her closed eyes.
"Dear Rizwana, I want you to know Memsaab inside out," Saladin began. "Nadiya told me that she has a submissive state of mind since she was a young girl, but that her ex-husband has never been able to make that inner submissiveness bloom. Rather, he was, and still is, the most submissive-minded of the two. When you come to mumbai, you will see that he can be very submissive to Memsaab and his Master. He is ripe for lowly subservience. But he had the cleverness to propose his wife to find sexual satisfaction and fulfillment outside of their marriage. So, finally, she found me and fell in love with me, who could expand her sub realm, make it attain its limits and even break those limits. That explains why she is now almost insatiable and limitless in her desire to submit and please, as you may have witnessed. Rizwana, I know that you are a switch, moving between domination and submission. If Memsaab ever wants to submit to you in order to fulfill her inner kinks and desires, please make her submit and be very creative and far-going with her. Will you, Rizwana?"
His proposal planted in fertile soil. "Yes, Master, I will," she readily answered. And, being already very proactive and craving, she dared to suggest: "If You want to, Master, in mumbai, after Memsaab will have her tattoo and Piercing work done, I might ask her occasionally to undress completely for her 'bitch day'. She would put on her most slutty jewels, like the nose ring she wants to be adorned with. That would not be hard for her as she loves to be jeweled up. Then I would put on a studded dog collar on her with a long leash and drive her on all four all around the estate, indoors and outdoors, for all to see. She would be such a beautiful, obedient bitch, with her tattooed body. And imagine her with her pregnant belly that would sway along with her derriere while moving on all four. She would do a gorgeous pregnant bitch. And I would make her stop often and pull on the leash toward me so that she kisses my toes until I tell her to stop. I would encourage her by caressing her bald head and say 'Good bitch'. And sometimes I would order the bitch to move behind me and lick the ground that I walk on."
"Mmmmmmmm... yes I will want to. That really pleases me, Rizwana," said my Husband. "You're such a dirty-minded slut, young lady.""It does please me very much alsooooo... mmmm..." I uttered in a shaky voice while fingering my clitoris through my wet abaya. "I would beg you to put on me the special buttplug with a tail so that I am really a true bitch. Mmmmmmmm..."
My King then said: "Now I want you, my wife, and you, my concubine, to go take a shower together and come back in the room and play together on the bed in front of me. I want you to be the boldest lesbian lovers. I will sit on the couch naked and watch you. And when I tell you to, you will come over to me and worship my penis together. Now go..."
Rizwana and I went right away to the bathroom, undressed and showered. I was glad to see that she was sporting her buttplug. I played removing it slightly and putting it back in, which made her moan. I asked her to keep her heavy makeup and extra-long eyelashes on, admitting to her how much that aroused me.
After our shower, we both proceeded to the bed, where we played for more than one hour for the pleasure of our young Man. We were very slutty and vocal, exposing to Him our wicked dirty minds. He obviously enjoyed the show, His mighty penis fully erect without Him having to masturbate. Sometimes, He would ask us to perform special acts, for example asking me to expose Rizwana's rectum and show Him the rosebud of her buttplug by spreading her buttocks as much as I could. He had me remove the buttplug and train her back hole with my hand covered with oil so that He could sodomize her for the first time, in order that her anus could accept and receive His large penis up to the hilt. She finally was able to accept four fingers. And we were doing as He asked while talking dirty. We both had several orgasms through fondling, frenchkissing, fingering and sucking. Rizwana's large, dangling outer lips had such an attraction on me. I couldn't stop sucking on them, having my mouth full of them, which made her come loudly.
At some point, more than one hour after as I mentioned, our Master asked us to come worship His magnificent black penis. We kneeled down at His feet, on each side and began licking and sucking His hard, s
The sight of my Husband's semen on Rizwana's angelic face and eyelashes made me come right away. We, the two worshippers, then proceeded to lick each other's face clean in a tender, amorous way. I was wondering if I could ever stop kissing and licking my Precious Pearl's face...
It was like heaven on earth...
I am finishing this account on the night that follows that memorable evening. Saladin asked me to do a little sacrifice and stay up to write this "reward" to you. It's now 2:00 a.m. He and Rizwana are sleeping soundly. I will join them but not before having prayed with my string of beads and do a bit of reading of the Quran.
I received an email from Aisha telling me that her niece Joshna is now at home. She also told me to take a limousine to come back from the airport as there will be a surprise for us on our arrival at home. I am wondering what it could be...
I am sure that you enjoyed reading my long account, and hope that you did not ejaculate. You know that it's completely forbidden for you.
In conclusion, I want to tell you that our honeymoon will leave unforgettable memories in my mind. It has been the most wonderful part of my life. This said, I hope that my confession does not make you sad. You can console yourself knowing that I am the happiest, most fulfilled woman on earth, thanks to you, dear servant.
Looking forward to seeing you again in two days.
With all my sisterly love,
Memsaab
It goes without saying that reading my ex-wife's letter made me ejaculate without even touching myself. I wondered what Master and Memsaab would find as a solution to that recurring issue...
*****
The next morning (on the day when Nadiya was undergoing her tattoo&Piercing session),
Aisha called me on the intercom. She wanted to see me in the kitchen."Good morning, Ms. Aisha, good morning Joshna, I hope you had a good night," I said.
"Yes Ravi, thank you. I guess that you did have a good night as well, after that email from Memsaab," Aisha commented with a cunning smile.
"You must have read that I planned a nice surprise for Master and Memsaab on their arrival here," she added. "It will be a special surprise, but it all depends on you, Ravi. I thought of greeting them at the door with you naked, sporting only your steel chastity cage as you have done with us the other evening by the pool, to show them your complete inferiority and subservience. I hope that you will accept."
I received that idea with a great shock. Never had I thought that that decisive moment would come so abruptly. I had mixed feelings, reluctant and at the same greatly excited. After a few seconds of reflection, I accepted, knowing deep within myself, that Master and Memsaab would still respect me and understand my deviance, or rather be delighted by my state of mind.
Aisha was elated, and so was Joshna, again very appealing with her long, slim body and her perky short bob hair.
"This will be an appropriate greeting for the newlyweds," added Aisha. "And I have no doubt that they will love their new bedroom. I can't wait to see them again!"
I had to leave soon for the office as I had an important meeting with the vice presidents that day.
Late afternoon the next day, I came home early and helped Aisha and Joshna prepare everything. We knew that, due to Ramadan, Master and Memsaab would eat after sunset and that they would probably like to be alone in the dining room. Aisha prepared a special halal menu. Master would take some wine but not Memsaab, who was now banning alcohol in her diet. She also had ordered three large bouquets of Red roses, one for the dining room table and two for the bedside tables in the newlyweds' bedroom, as well as a special heart-shaped floral arrangement with the words "Welcome Home" made of red roses to be placed on the bed. We were all very nervous and excited.
As expected, the sun was about to set when the airport limousine came up the wide half-moon driveway of the estate and stopped in front of the large porch, under the marquise. Aisha and Joshna went out to greet the newlyweds. As for myself, being naked, I waited until the chauffeur finished taking the luggage out of the car and left before to follow them.
An obvious aura of happiness was emanating from the beautiful interracial couple. They were both wearing white abayas, Nadiya's one complemented by an assorted white hijab leaving her face uncovered. She was radiating joy and happiness, with a broad smile. I was struck by her oversized hoop earrings and her nose ring that was coming down to the upper edge of her pouty lips. Her face had not changed but had taken what I would call a royal allure. She was holding her Husband by one arm.
It was quite a surprise for them to see out welcoming party on the porch to greet them. Especially to see me naked, wearing only my steel chastity cage.
"Oh, Aisha," Nadiya said while kissing her, "It's such a nice surprise you reserved us, and a very appropriate one indeed! Thank you so much for that special thought! I admit that I never saw that coming."
"I fully agree with you, my love," Saladin added, looking at me. "Aisha, you have to be commended for having prepared that meaningful surprise. And you too, Ravi, have to be commended as well. We are very pleased that you show all of us so overtly your humble and servile attitude."
Proud of those kind comments and seeking recognition as a good, subservient inferior, I kissed Nadiya's hand and went down on my knees in front of everyone and devotedly kissed her jeweled feet.
"I am sure that you will be a good servant," Nadiya told me, gently patting my head. "You have made some great progress during our absence, thanks to Aisha. And I know that you will continue progressing in the right direction."
I noticed that Joshna was making a strong impression on Saladin. Aisha quickly introduced her to Him as it was the first time that they met. Joshna gently curtsied and kissed His hand, her eyes fittingly lowered in a gesture of humility. She did the same with Nadiya, who complimented her on her beauty. "You have grown up so much since I've seen you the last time, Joshna. You've celebrated your 18th birthday lately, have you?"
"Yes Memsaab," Joshna replied. "Thank you for your kind comments. I want to tell you that I am very happy to work here with Aisha Aunt. Thank you for hiring me, Memsaab."
"You're most welcome, dear Joshna. I'm sure that we will get along very well," said Nadiya before moving inside the house with her Husband. I readily motioned to take the luggage in the couple's bedroom.
It was a pleasure to see their reaction when they entered the room, clearly enjoying what they were seeing. The rederocation was exactly to their taste. Nadiya cuddled into her Husband's arms, seeming eager to try their new canopy bed, adorned with the huge heart-shaped floral arrangement.
"It's beautiful!" Nadiya exclaimed. "Thank you so much, dear servant, for that nice other gift that you're offering us."
"Ms. Aisha and I wanted you to be happy when returning home," I said. "And I am glad that you like your new bedroom. Ms. Aisha has prepared you a great diner. Please tell me when you are ready, I'll tell her."
"First, I would like to take a bath, can you prepare it for me, with plenty of bubble bath, please, while I undress?" Nadiya said.
"Yes, Memsaab, right away," I replied, and went to the bathroom. Master Saladin was preparing to take a shower.
A short time after, coming out of the bathroom to tell Nadiya that her bath was ready, I had the shock of my life. There she was, standing in the middle of the bedroom, stark naked. Her breasts were now larger and with nipple rings, as Master wanted them, and I also noticed that her lips were more bulging and pouty. Her beauty, both noble and wild, made my cockette throb in its steel enclosure, clearly noticeable to her. I had the great privilege of seeing my ex-wife just as her new Husband could see her in all her beauty at His leisure, with her abundant jewelry. I also had the great shock to see Nadiya's smooth, shiny bald pussy, clit hood and labia had four rings in each side. . She purposely lowered her back to make me see her strange tattoo, a phrase written in Arabic, "ا( العبد الخاضع )", .The oversized hoop earrings and the nose ring were a rather striking display of her deepening kinky love and adoration for her Husband and Master.
She was obviously testing me. "I see that you still can't control your sexual impulses, dear servant," she blamed me, although with a soft voice. "Saladin and I discussed that issue lately. We plan to have a talk with you tomorrow, once we have had a restful night."
"Yes memsaab," I replied with my eyes lowered. "If you permit, I will also have something important to tell you as well."
"All right. Now help me remove all my jewels. I want to spend a long time relaxing in my bath, during which you unpack our suitcases. Please prepare my clothes for the evening: my Black silk abaya with the plunging neckline and the embroidered design on the sleeves and my rhinestone-decorated black thong flat sandals. I won't put any head scarf on tonight as I will be eating alone with my sajan."
"Yes memsaab," I replied obediently.
"I believe that you did not have anything to eat, did you?" she asked.
"No Memsaab."
"You can go eat in the kitchen with Aisha and Joshna. Please ask Aisha to bring a little bell on the dining room table. We will ring you when we are ready for diner."
"Yes memsaab. Thank you."
The two women had almost finished eating when I entered the kitchen. They smiled at me and, a few minutes later, left me by myself. This enabled me to reflect about the situation. The honeymoon had definitely made Nadiya more distant from me than before, more indifferent toward me. Master Saladin had completely taken ownership of her, not only physically but from every point of view, including religion-wise, so much that she was more devout, more orthodox and stricter for herself in her Muslim faith than Him. She was now addressing me mostly with a stern, authoritative voice, although as soft as before. I was having a hard time recognizing the Pavithra that I had married long ago. Master Saladin had transformed her, had made her subconscious sub and dom inclinations bloom. And all that without having to force it into her; it came naturally as if it was there, latent within her and only waiting to express itself. And she seemed to be perfectly thriving on her new life.
Nadiya was treating me like an inferior servant. Our respective roles and positions were now clearly established in the hierarchy of the household.
Some forty minutes later, Aisha and Joshna were back in the kitchen to finalize the preparation of the meal. Aisha was proud of her table setting featuring a large vase with twelve Red roses and a group of twelve long white candles that were to provide the required light for their meal.
Soon, we heard the bell ring. Aisha sent me to serve the appetizers. When I entered the dining room, still naked, Nadiya and Saladin were chatting quietly, holding hands.
"I'm starving, Ravi," Nadiya told me. "I am sure that Aisha prepared us an excellent meal for our return home."
"Yes, memsaab," I replied. "You will be pleased with the variety of the food. Aisha went out of her way to offer you some Middle East delicacies."
"Ravi, please serve me some wine," Saladin requested. And, smiling, He added: "As you know, Nadiya is now a stricter Muslim than me. She banned any alcohol from her diet."
"Just like I banned all underwear," Nadiya quickly commented joyfully. "You will certainly notice that when you take care of my wardrobe."
I tried not to react to that comment, striving to be as "professional" as possible, although I was serving in the nude. I poured some wine to Master and quickly served them their salads and left the room.
The bell rang again sometime later, meaning that we had to bring the main course. This time Joshna came with me to serve. As soon as we entered the room with the meals on the serving cart, I saw that Saladin was quite interested in her. She was beautifully dressed, not inappropriately but nonetheless sensually. She was wearing a white full-length tight dress that was closed up to the neck but revealing her almost flat torso and perky, straight nipples. I had noticed already that she never wore a bra as she didn't really needed it. The contrast between the dark body and the pure white dress was striking. What Saladin might not have been able to notice is that she was barefoot. Joshna made me think of a sleek female feline moving with great ease in her natural habitat.
"Dear Joshna, you're so pretty!" Nadiya exclaimed. "Isn't she, Darling?"
"Yes, indeed, my love," Saladin acknowledged. "I am happy that you accepted to come live with us to assist your aunt. You will not only be of great help to her, and us by the same way, but you will improve our environment with a beautiful touch of pristine youth," He added with His usual calm and respectful behavior.
"Thank you, Memsaab. Thank you Master (she had learned from Aisha to address them with their proper names)," Joshna replied, somewhat shyly.
It was obvious however that she could not help looking at Nadiya's ornate bald head. And I could understand her as I was feeling the same about, not so much that very special feature of Nadiya but the reasons that led her to do - in complete freedom - such a thing as having her head kept bald . It was indeed love and obedience pushed at their farthest limit.
We finally served the couple their main course and left the two lovers alone to dine and chat in the privacy they deserved to enjoy.
No less than one hour later, the bell rang again. It meant that they had finished their main course and needed the dessert. Joshna and I went back again to take the dishes away and serve the dessert.
"Thank you," Saladin said. "Please tell Aisha that the meal was delicious. You won't need to come back again. We will go to our room when we are finished."
"Ravi, go prepare our bed for the night," Nadiya told me with her now sterner voice. "Later on, you can help Aisha and Joshna clear the table and clean everything before going to your room. As I told you before, we will have a good talk with you tomorrow. We have important matters to discuss with you. Oh... I was forgetting... please ask Aisha to prepare a light breakfast for us tomorrow morning about one hour before sunrise, as we still are in Ramadan. We would like Joshna to bring it to us in or room."
"Yes, Memsaab," I replied. "This will be done as per your request. If I may... I will also have something important to tell you tomorrow."
"Very well. Have a good night," Nadiya concluded.
"Good night, Memsaab. Good night, malik," I said before leaving the room.
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