Kaniz

I make white men my slaves and turn them into Muslim women and make them good servants and slaves

I love the paradox of this beautiful post. What at first glance seems ridiculous, absurd and false is proven to be so true when you get to experience the submission, conversion and service of Islam.

I make white men my slaves and turn them into Muslim women and make them good servants and slaves

My service to my Master & Superior Husband Ahmed comes in many forms. Like all Muslim Men, Ahmad is incredibly "ALPHA" and with that comes a tremendous amount of sexual energy, prowess, stamina, drive and libido. Similarly, much is expected of me.

Moreover, Ahmed likes things HIS way. As His sissy muslimah cocksucker, I've promised to do the following every time I worship His Beautiful Muslim Manhood:

I must always swallow His semen unless He tells me otherwise. He deserves it and His cum should not be spilled at all. My swallowing reinforces my love for Him as well as the bond between the two of us. I love being His sissy cockscuker.

I must deepthroat Him to the best of my ability. Whether I gag or not is not relevant. My gagging arouses Ahmed. I need to master the use of my throat as much as my lips, mouth and tongue.

I cannot use my hands unless Ahmed wants me to. My mouth is the sexual organ He is interested in. unless instructed.

I can never touch myself when I am sucking His cock. Doing so would be very disrespectful since I would be taking something away from my total focus on His Beautiful Muslim Manhood. My pleasure comes from His total pleasure.

I must never expect any type of reciprocal pleasure. He controls all of my orgasms.

I must make myself and my mouth available for His use all the time. There are no exceptions to this rule. My Master & Superior Husband Ahmed should never ever have to masturbate for pleasure when He has a sissy muslimah cocksucker like me.

If Ahmed decides to become very verbal and call me intimate names like cocksucker, faggot, cuntface, and the like, I must appreciate that and thank Him when I am finished pleasing Him.

I must continue to suck Ahmed's cock until He tells me to stop. My oral service sessions only end when He says they are done.

This promise is something I take very seriously. I am Ahmed's cocksucker, to be used as He wishes and am always at His service.

How I Became a Sissy Muslimah - The Beginning

My conversion story began shortly before I finished graduate school at one of the finest business schools in the United States. It was routine for large American and other international companies to recruit students before graduates and put them through rigorous interviews. I went through several of these and the day before I graduated I was offered a job in Cairo, Egypt working for an American subsidiary there.

Most of the n my fantasy, I take a job working in Cairo for an American subsidiary in Egypt. Though the company has some Americans working in Cairo, most are Egyptian, especially the highest ranking ones, including the Chief Operating Officer. Shocked at the opportunity I was given some time to consider it. Three days later I accepted the offer.

I always enjoyed learning about other cultures and this job offered the best salaries and benefits. I was a smart, young (24) and about to be successful young man. I had also been a secret and closeted cross dresser since I was 5 or 6 years old. Living so far away from friends and family would be a good way to continue my dressing in private while continuing to keep it secret...or so I thought.

My panties and other pretty things packed, I left for Cairo. There, I was provided with temporary housing for up to three months until I found my own place. I loved my job. I loved my privacy. I was as happy as I'd ever been.

I make white men my slaves and turn them into Muslim women and make them good servants and slaves

I can give you a singular experience—a truly unique experience that you won’t find in any other place. I’ve done it twice before, and I can tell you it’s hard work. I depend on some friends with a variety of… unique skills. But as I said, it’s a pretty fucking amazing experience.

There’s just one hitch: this is an all-or-nothing sort of thing. Once you start, you’re committed for the duration, and that duration starts at a week and may go much longer, depending on how much you take to it. You’ve got to give complete consent to giving total control over to me, and I mean ALL control.

You can’t imagine the scope of what I’m asking, so let me take a few minutes to get really explicit about what “total control” means. There are actually five realms of “total control” and you have to agree to all of them.

The first is physical control. I may restrain you, making you immobile or simply restricting the use of your arms or legs, such as putting you in a straitjacket. You may be gagged, blindfolded, hooded. But when I say “total physical control” that also means you may be shaved or pierced or tattooed or your body parts may otherwise be modified or enhanced or enlarged. Oh, and it goes without saying that my friends and I will be exposing you to sexual acts: fucking and being fucked, that sort of thing. We’ll be in charge of your mouth and your cock and your ass.

Next is a little similar—that’s pharmacological control, and by that I mean drugs. I may at any time administer substances, whether orally, anally, inhaled or even by injection. You may receive any drug that can affect your mind or body. There are drugs that simply impair judgement or make you suggestible, and there are others that induce overwhelming arousal or euphoria, or cause temporary amnesia.

The third realm has some overlap with the last one, and that’s mind control. You may be programmed or hypnotized or, as I said before, drugged. Your mind may be implanted with various triggers or urges, or other sorts of behavioral conditioning.

The fourth has a lot of crossover with the last one, and that’s control over your memory. I may induce a sort of amnesia so that you don’t know who you are or how you came to be in your current situation. I might remove your entire identity and replace it with one of my choosing, along with false memories. Or I may suspend your ability to record memory, so that I can interrogate you about things that you later don’t remember having told me. Hell, I could even erase the entire next week so that once you emerge out the other end you’ve got no idea whatever happened to you!

The fifth realm of control is arousal. You may become helpless to your hidden or suppressed desires and fetishes, or I may create and implant new fetishes and make it so that you don’t realize you haven’t had them all your life. Your sexual arousal may get so heightened, by prolonged edging or other means, that you will do anything or surrender anything in order to get release. I’m serious: you might get so horny that you lose control of your mind and actions! That may become part of your conditioning regimen where I continually build your sexual arousal to the breaking point where you surrender your mind to me, only to have me put you in isolation to rest so that hours later I can repeat the entire process.

So that’s what total control is. You’ve got to give me consent up-front to any and all of this. I promise you won’t come to any permanent physical harm, but I can’t promise that you won’t be permanently changed by the experience. On the contrary, I promise that this will change you, but you’ll love it. Once you come out the other side, you’ll be so happy that you took the plunge.

Now, there’s one other thing about this opportunity: it’s a one-time offer. You can’t tell me next week that you’ve mulled it over and you’re ready to go. It actually has to be now or never. There’s something about the heightened stakes of taking a totally blind spur-of-the-moment plunge that makes this process work. You can’t “make preparations first” or anything like that. I’ll take care of family, friends or work—you’ll essentially be calling in sick or going on an unexpected work trip, or something like that. My friends and I will help create the backstory and cover for you.

If you want to give your consent, there’s something specific you have to do. It’s sort of a ritual that you have to initiate in order to make it clear that you’re not just passively agreeing. I’ve been video recording this conversation so that it’s clear you’ve heard and understand what this entails, and that you’ve given consent freely. You have to do three things in order.

First, you have to swallow this pill. I’ll tell you right now that it’s a combination of a mild hallucinogenic and a hypnotic. It’ll make you a bit happy and horny and suggestible, and you’ll feel it kick-in in about five or ten minutes.

Second, you must put this muzzle on yourself. You put this penis-shaped gag in your mouth and bite down on it, and then the straps go around your head and snap into place in the back. See, this is where the small buckle is, right here. And then you put this miniature padlock through the ring and lock it in place. I’ve got a mirror to help you see what you’re doing.

The last thing is something you’ll need my help with. I’ll hold out these two fist-mitts. You’ll need to put a hand in each one and then make a fist, and then I’ll tighten the strap securely around your wrists. Up until that point, you can back out of this, and you won’t be committed. Even if you’ve taken the pill, put on the muzzle, and gotten your first hand secured in its fist mitt… even then you can shake your head and just not put your hand in the last glove and you can back out. That’s okay. I’ll make sure you have a great time, and we’ll have some freaky-intense sex.