She bit her lower lips.. a drop of blood trickled from them as her master thrust his huge shaft in her. Oh how far the mighty have fallen. She used to run a travel agency. As part of the business, while on trip she was capture, enslaved and sold at an auction like cattle. Her muslim owner has a fetish for preserving the originality of his acquisitions. So now she still dresses in her tradition as she servers her owner.
She closed her eyes in shame as she could no longer watch herself in the full length mirror next to the bed. The pain was excruciating but the worse than that was the predicament that she was in. For Pete’s sake she was an supritendent in a reputed college. One silly mistake and she had become the slave to her muslim master… her owner
Muslim master working his charms on her as she tried to resist it
LOVE your blog. I’m a white woman from London who fantasizes of being a sex slave in a harem ruled by my Muslim master. All my white female friends feel the same! Hope the Muslim conquest of Europe happens soon!!!!!
Every time the door of a harem punishment cell was opened the chattel was required to part her legs and offer herself…whether she was fucked or fed right then it made no difference, it was all about learning to obey…for three long dark months. Her muslim master was very demanding
She hoped, prayed and wished from bottom of her heart that this was a dream. Naked, on her knees, out in the open, with a huge cow bell dangling from her slender neck, she looked defeated. The star athlete was reduced to an animal by her muslim master.
Her gold medals meant nothing to him. She was judged by her boobs and her ability to obey commands without thinking – like a dumb pet.
How low could one fall. Apparently this low. She was disgusted with herself. She used to run her own boutique consultancy. She never considered herself very religious but she was true to her faith. Now here she was reduced to a mere object – on her knees, sucking off her muslim master’s repugnant dick. Oh! the shame