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.

When I first stared high school, a girl named Denise was always’s going out of her way to completely ruin my day, she would just always find a way to humiliate me or hurt me, even going so far as to locking me inside a small closet for the entire weekend.a few years later I decided to get even with her, me and her always had to do inventory at the School Store on Saturdays (for getting introuble), in a back room that the teacher left us for hours to just count pencils.

This whas where I was getting back,

The hangover I woke up with was worse than I had ever had before. I had numerous ‘binge drinking’ sessions but this seemed to be worse and I was unsure why. I checked my phone like I always did when I woke up in the morning. I had a new message from an unknown number, it was from my lover last night: Stephanie.

I slowly began to remain consciousness and my head was pounding as moments of last night flooded back to me. I reached my arm out as my vision was still blurred but there was no petite body there for me to nestle against. I wasn’t surprised as I looked at my clock and saw it was midday, I knew that she would have set off for work and the note she left reinforced that, however she did leave her number on the bottom of the note which I transferred into my small address book, it was made of leather and was long and slim.

It was a typical british summer I thought as I woke up to the pitter patter of rain hitting the window beside me. It was a small apartment but it had a fashionable look. The floors and roof were decorated with cream tiles whilst the floor had been fitted with a wooden decking. I clambered onto it and suddenly winced as the flesh of my feet touched the freezing surface. I slipped on some socks and just about managed to fit my 6 foot 3 inch frame into the bathroom. I stood there and noticed a red mark on my otherwise muscular body.

In the morning I woke up and looked around, I was alone in Dany’s bed. I stood up and put on my jeans and shirt and walked into the kitchen, Dany was making breakfast as I walked in “smells good.” I said, she smiled and said “probably tastes better, she put the pan down and walked over and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her deeply she separated and continued I sat down at the table and watched her work.

Well my job was based around exercise which was why I love my job. I love exercise, I love the burning sensation run through my muscular arms as I lift the weights and ignore the admiring advances of the women in Lycra to my left, I focused purely on pulling this heap of metal up and down until I was completely sapped of energy. After month after month of consecutive gym sessions on a daily basis, I was approached by a sharp looking woman in a business suit who proposed that I should become a personal trainer.

I approached your house and knocked on your door, as I stood on your doorstep in the cold, I saw a slither of light protruding through the door frame, there was no answer but the door was slightly ajar so I entered. I slowly opened the door and I quickly reached the top of the stairs, I turned right and approached her room, I walked in and saw the pile of clothes on the floor- her tank top and shorts and her lacy bra and underwear too.