Im Sooma and I have been writing stories like this for awhile, this story falls under the category of Master and Slave and how the Egyptian wife (Yasmine) is dominated and ordered bad by a pakistani boy (Nawas). She is 23 and he is 20 years old.

Part 1.

I love rough, angry make up sex. The kind of sex that leaves you dirty, sweaty, sore, and breathless. And if I’m being completely honest with you, I admit that sometimes I’ll initiate an argument on purpose, just so we can make up afterwards.

But last night I didn’t have to do that.

No, last night I felt the tension as soon as he walked through the door.

The gift

The leather mask he wore seemed to be seamless. The only breaks in the smooth black leather were slits for his eyes and holes to breathe through, no mouth. She could hear the whisper of his accelerated breathing as he bent over her prostrate, naked body.

Abigail noticed the definition of his musculature as his skintight suit rippled with his movement. His biceps accentuated by the refraction of light as it bounced of the shiny material. Somewhat abstractly, in a corner of her mind, she thought he had to be extremely hot, trapped in the encompassing embrace of his costume.

Suzanne’s lesson.

“What is it this time Suzanne?”

“I was caught smoking in the toilets, Sir.” She stood in front of his desk, one hip thrust forward, deliberately provocatively.

Mr. French sighed in resignation of an on-going and unfathomable problem. It seemed that he and this particular young lady were having these chastisement meetings rather more frequently than he would like.

“Adopt the position.”

I am a married man staying with my wife who is a teacher. Our children are studying and we stay together. I am 40 and my wife 33 and we have a very satisfying sex life. But I am always horny when alone... We have a maid called Amisha; she is wheatish, 23 years old and has a sad past. When she was in school and 13 a boy eloped her and made her pregnant with a baby girl. After six month he left her and got killed in an accident. She wants to marry again, hasn’t found a man yet though we have arranged a children’s home for her child. So she stays with us, she takes care of her body nicely.

Hello everyone! I just wanted to say that the story that is presented here is real and current. This is being told in public for the first time because I am new to the internet and I never realized the interest in this particular subject matter before.

I knew that I should have left the house sooner but didn't count on my neighbor, Tina, stopping by for a "short visit." She just kept talking, no matter how many times I told her that I had to go! Now I'm stuck in traffic on the highway and I don't want to miss your train. You’ve been away on business for months and I can’t be late. I am gripping the wheel frantically, as my fingernails dig into my palms,

"Damn the luck! Damn you, Tina," I curse under my breath.

I went on a business trip to a small town. I had a lot to do and my stay there was going to be about five months long. When I arrived the company lodged me at a room in the apartment that belonged to a woman. She lived there with her daughter. It was three-bedroom apartment, that’s why we could live all together without hampering each other. Moreover, the woman was happy to have another source of finances as she worked hard for little money.