What more could a Muslim want a sissy white boi muslimah an his wife both turned into submissive obedient kafirs. So simple Ian advertising online, Abdul contacted him, Inaya picked him up in her car dressed in a black niqab and abaya. She drove to his rented house, in her niqab, divested of her abaya, her hands cuffed to her neck collar, in black stockings, her small but erect penis in her panties, suspenders, attached to a corset. He touched her non existent tits, she was breathing heavy, she was gagging for his cock in her virgin anus. He just knew she'd never had anal before, he gave her a drink of wine holding the glass to her lips, the drug was slow acting. She would feel his manhood and know her virginity was taken before becoming semi conscious. She would tell him everything he wanted to know, where she lived, job, family, friends, even her bank details but he didn't need them. He was rich he would take from her more then money, her dignity and self respect. All those dreams of being veiled, feminised and owned by a Muslim man about to come true. Inaya couldn't stop Abdul taking her face down on the bed cuffed as she was, the pain as he pushed into her, he did lube her anus. But her sphincter and other muscles used to pushing things out, now something was going the other way, forcing its way up. She tried to relax and let his cock in, just when she thought anal sex wasn't for her he was fully in. Then in and out a rhythm going, he was hitting her g-spot, her erection returned, she pushed back trying to use her muscles to squeeze his truncheon. Hard rhythmic thrusts, he came inside her, she didn't manage to cum herself but left a messy precum damp patch in her panties. For her it seemed like moments between that and him fixing the cage and locking it, he helped her dress. We can meet in a months time but what about my wife she will see it, thats your problem, it can only be cut with specialist equipment. Its alarmed, if I'm alerted these pictures go to your wife, work and local bar which he named. They showed him in lingerie a big smile, short brown hair, makeup, a frightened Ian returned home. It wasn't a problem, he didn't sleep with Barbara anymore, married for 6 years he was 30 she 24, at 18 she was infatuated with him, thinking it would stop his dressing they married. At first it worked, the sex great but the urges came back. The sex stopped, she was a waitress in a coffee shop where they met, he came in for his morning cup on the way to work. It was her idea separate beds and rooms, she changed from morning shifts to afternoon. It enabled her to see men and have sex after work, Abdul liked her red hair, long and in a bun, she looked cute in the brown blouse, skirt, stockings and white apron. She agreed to see him after work and accompany him to his hotel room, again the drug, he was right stockings, her skirt, panties and shoes were quickly removed. She was an experienced woman, he enjoyed the sex, she would produce good children. She too got the blackmail chat and a metal chastity belt, she told Ian she had to cover a private event for a week. Abdul was right he was preoccupied, she rushed to meet Abdul the next day. She could pee through the slit but the butt plug was a different proposition, he took her too the house. It was quick with Ian called into the managers office Friday morning, shown the photos sent to his secretary. He was fired, Abdul called that evening asking did he want them sent to the bar, they were shipped to the middle east next morning. A few months, later Barbara in a blue robe, white niqab, underneath naked, her pregnancy showing, Inaya in a black burqa also naked. Her buttocks a mass of weals from Barbara's beating, the number 1 wife exerting her authority, her penis and balls already shrunk from the hrt. In a few months she would take over bedroom duties, they were noses to the floor on their prayer mats Abdul was due home, they waited obediently. So simple turning white bois and their wives into submissives. Muslimahs for their Muslim masters. 🧕
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