The New Pakistani neighbour (Ch. 02)

Nasreen was lying in bed and could feel the heat coming off her bottom as tingled and stung from her bare hand spanking and the spatula. Each time she turned and her bottom made contact with the bed or the covers, it was a sensitive bottom stinging, reminding her, not that she needed a reminder, this was something that no one ever dared do to her. Yet with a sore bottom and instead of being angry, she had a dripping wet pussy she so desperately wanted to touch and play with it. She put both hands under her head to stop herself from doing that because Mistress has told her she is not allowed to and that was good enough for her and she knew in the back of her mind she was sinking into a life that wasn't going to be any turning back and nor did she want to.

Both women woke with thoughts of the night before, the only difference between them was Jayne was able to play with her horny clit and get a release. Yet Nasreen woke just as horny as had fallen asleep. She wore her bathrobe and headed for a shower before the kids were up.

After her shower, she came to her room. She picked up Abaya. She took off her bathrobe and put it back on the back of her bedroom door as she turned and got a glimpse of her bottom. It was covered in bruises, and she had a weird thought: instead of being shocked, she felt proud of all the colours that covered her bottom. They were a badge of honour for the bruises from her Mistress and she had taken her spanking like a good slut and she felt her pussy get a little wetter from her black and blue bottom. She put her abaya over her naked body and stood there in front of her mirror, looking to see if anyone would be able to tell that she was naked under her abaya.

The kids were calling, and she couldn't stand worrying anymore. She took a deep breath and headed downstairs to make the kids breakfast. This morning was the longest drive to school, and once there, she had to force herself out of the car and walked into the school. To her, it felt like she was standing naked in the playground as the chilled early morning air blew under her abaya bringing her dry pussy to wetness Jayne walked up behind and whispered.

"Goodmorning my hijabi slut"

Nasreen jumped and turned in shock, and smiled when she saw Jayne's face smiling back at her. Nasreen's head looked around the playground quickly and replied,

"Goodmorning, Mistress. Straight to your house from here, correct?"

"Yes, slut I will be there before you and the door will be open and you will come in and lock the door behind you strip naked and come into the lounge and in front of the couch and wait if I am not there,"

Jayne told her and left, Nasreen waited till the bell and then set off. Once in her driveway, she walked over. Her heart was beating so fast and loud she could hear it in her ears, and her mind was spinning. She pushed the door open, stepped in, and removed her abaya, and instead of feeling bad, guilty, and sinful in place of all that, it felt absolutely right. She thought it was her place to be naked for her Mistress. She went into the lounge, knelt, and waited for Mistress. She looked around, and there seemed to be another coffee table with a plain white sheet over it, but it looked a bit strange as it looked lumpy, but before her mind wondered anymore.

There was a cling cling coming down the stair it was her Mistress's heels Nasreen looked toward the stairs and the first thing to come into view was her red platform heels with red fishnet stocking held up by red suspenders the rest of her body on show for her and her Mistress's pussy was glistening wet. Her nipples stood out hard and proud as she walked to her and stood her feet on either side of Nasreen's knees and lifted Nasreen's head, and Jayne told her.

"Stay just like that."

Stepping forward placing her pussy on Nasreen's nose and said

"Now slut push your nose and only your nose as far into my pussy as you can and take in the scent of your Mistress. I want you to be able to know my scent anywhere and not to use your lips or your tongue."

Said Jayne as Nasreen pushed her head pushing her nose into Jayne's pussy the strong scent of Jayne's aroused state filled Nasreen's senses. She was lost in a haze of lust and arousal moaning loudly as Jayne started to fuck Nasreen's nose and Nasreen was fucking her back almost on autopilot. Jayne's juices were running out her pussy and all over Nasreen's lips and she opened her mouth a little and drinking as much as she could.

Jayne was fucking Nasreen's nose faster and quicker up and down and across it and her juices were flooding faster. It didn't take Jayne long, and she screamed.

" I'm cumming you Pakistani sluttttttttttttttttt"

Her juices burst out, squirting out soaking Nasreen's face and hair and making her gag as she had left her mouth open. Nasreen served the taste of her Mistress's juices again, just as before. Jayne fell back in the chair as Nasreen moved back between Jayne's legs. Jayne stopped her and told her.

" Not yet slut give Mistress a moment to recover"

Nasreen sat waiting for Mistress to catch her breath. After a few minutes, Jayne looked at Nasreen and said to her.

"Come here and stick your tongue and let me taste your tongue."

Nasreen didn't understand why, but she enjoyed everything her mistress had done to her. She stuck her tongue and watched as Mistress opened her mouth and sucked Nasreen's tongue, she liked Jayne doing this, she was in heaven it was so sexy and as soon as Mistress's started kissing and sucking her tongue she stopped. While Nasreen's eyes were still closed, Jayne slapped Nasreen's face, making her head spin and making her scream in pain. Nasreen looked at Jayne through her tears and asked.

" Why, Mistress?"

"Did I or did I not tell you to keep your mouth shut and only use your nose but you couldn't help yourself could you, you horny dirty hijabi Pakistani slut!?"

she asked

Even in pain, she knew she had done wrong, and she began to beg.

" I'm sorry Mistress I am sorry it will never happen again I promise Mistress I am sorry and you are right I was a dirty Pakistani horny whore and couldn't help myself I promise,"

Jayne told Nasreen

" Get up and remove the white table cover."

Nasreen did as she was told, and the things under the sheet came into view. Nasreen gasped and covered her mouth. What she saw looked like implements of torture. Jayne didn't give her much chance to take it all in what she had just seen. Grabbing her by her hair, Jayne pushed Nasreen back down to her knees and said

" You will pay for not calling me Mistress today, and for not following my instructions now and not ordering the underwear on time we are going to start with the first red flogger and it will be 20 strikes of the flogger each morning until your underwear gets here, and I will be added another 20 for you not doing as you were told today now get up and bend it over the dining table"

Nasreen was in complete shock; from her slap had sent her into a submissive state of mind, she bent over the table, and Jayne quickly tied each of her ankles to the legs of the table and her arms by the wrist to the other legs. Still in a haze, Nasreen lay there until the first strike hit her bottom, and she yelped. Jayne told Nasreen

"You need to count each strike and thank me for teaching you right from wrong slut and having to teach you how to follow instructions"

"Yes, Mistress 1. Thank you."

"2 Thank you"

"3 Thank you"

As Nasreen counted and thanked her Mistress, she thought it was very different from her spanking from last night, and this was more of a thud and a radiating pain than the sting pain, and it was pretty nice. It hurt more and more with each strike, but the weirdest thing for her was that she was enjoying it more with each strike, and the closer it got to the 40, the better she felt, she said.

" 40 Thank you, Mistress, for taking the time to teach me."

"Good girl, I am proud of you for the way you have taken this lesson."

Jayne told Nasreen as she started to gently caress Nasreen's bottom as Nasreen moaned under the pleasure of Jayne's hands stroking her bottom and massaging her bottom. Now Jayne was on her knees behind Nasreen, needing her bottom and pulling her bum cheeks open. Watching Nasreen's bum and holes opening up and the way her cunt was getting wetter each time she pulled them open and then Jayne pushed her tongue into Nasreen's butthole and Nasreen moaned out loud and it felt like it had just blown her head off and nearly came as she gasped in pleasure, she shouting.

" Thank you, thank you, Mistress. What are you doing that is so wrong but please don't stop it feels so good"

With that Jayne pushed a 6" dildo into her pussy and Nasreen tried to move away but there was nowhere to go. Moaning and gasping and then there was nothing. Her body lifted as far as it could lift off the table, and her head tilted back and her mouth opened wide with her eyes rolled into the back of her head and no sound able to leave her mouth.

Jayne knew just what was about to happen and fucked her cunt harder and fucked her butthole with the tongue quicker and quicker until Nasreen screamed and her body shook so much she was moving and lift the table she came so hard and squirted all over the floor and fell on the table.

" You can't rest yet slut."

Jayne told her as she grabbed her hair and pulled her head up off the table and presented her hand and Nasreen knew what was expected of her and was happy to clean her cum juices off Jayne's hand. Jayne untied Nasreen's wrists. Nasreen took Jayne's hand in both her hands and licked and sucked every last drop of her own juices from Jayne's hand.

Jayne then untied her legs and took hold of her and brought Nasreen to her knees and then bent her over till her face was nearly touching the floor. Jayne was pushing Nasreen's submission, as she said.

" Look at the mess you have made you dirty Pakistani slut, I'm not cleaning your mess."

Nasreen felt embarrassed and whispered.

"I'll clean it, Mistress. Where is the mop?"

Jayne laughed sarcastically and told her,

" OH no you don't get mop or cloth you filthy Pakistani lesbian whore, you will use your tongue seeing as how much you like the taste your cum"

Nasreen could believe what was happening, and then again, the mistress's voice was in her ears.

"Clean it now!"

Nasreen slowly stuck her tongue out and bent down and started licking all her juices off the floor. It was disgusting and made me feel like a slave, and the strangest thing was she didn't mind it; it was in the service of her Mistress. Jayne went back and watched and thought she was not going to be slut, she was going to make a good Lesbian slave.

Once Nasreen had finished cleaning the floor, Jayne told her.

"Come here slave because you have been such a good little Pakistani slut, kneel between my legs"

She spread her legs open as Nasreen knelt between her Mistress's legs. With a smile, she told Nasreen.

" Because you have been such a good little dirty hijabi slut, you may lick and suck Mistress's cunt until I cum in your mouth."

"Thank you, Mistress."

The delight was clear to see on Nasreen's tongue flew into Jayne crotch and hands reached up and held her legs as Nasreen kissed and nibbled and sucked her Mistress cunt labia and clit, for someone who had never done this before her tongue and lips and mouth hitting all the right spots and hearing Jayne moan.

" Yes Yes Yes my Muslin lesbian slut right there don't stop yes yes yes fuck you Pakistani cunt muncher."

Nasreen felt so proud of herself and as more and more of Jayme's juices poured into her the harder she was sucking with her mouth covering Jayne cunt and clit sucking and using her tongue to scoop as much juice as possible out of her pussy, and then Jayne gripped Nasreen head into her pussy and screamed.

" Yes Yes you Pakistani Lesbian, your Mistress's cumming fuck yes drink my juices drink them aaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll"

Jayne came so hard, flooding her mouth with all her gushing juices.

Jayne was going to push Nasreen's submission and abruptly sent her home with instructions for the next day.

The following morning she was quite enjoying being naked under an abaya, with hard nipples and wet pussy, eager to take her punishment and the pleasure of tasting her Mistress's pussy again.

Nasreen opened the door, locked it behind her, removed her abaya, knelt in her spot, and waited for Mistress.

Mistress came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee, wearing her bathrobe and smiling at her Pakistani slut knelt waiting for her. She pulled on the bathrobe cord, and it fell open, and with a shrug of her shoulders, it fell to the floor. Jayne stood over Nasreen's face, Nasreen tilted her head back, looking up at her Mistress as her scent filled her senses, Jayne looked down at told her,

"Make me cum my Pakistani pussy eating whore"

Nasreen didn't need a second invite, she gripped her Mistress's bottom tight and pushed her mouth into her pussy and held on to her bottom for dear life as she savoured the taste of her Mistress's juices starting to drip in you her mouth, she lapped at her labia enticing the juices pour out quicker. Nasreen sucked and licked like her life depended on it. All her service to her Mistress was worth it, for this single moment.

Nasreen thought back to how she had tried everything not to get involved with Jayne, and right now, she hated the old Nasreen for attempting to stop her. This was where she belonged on her knees worshipping her Mistress, then she felt her Mistress's hand grip the back of her head and Mistress grinding pussy into her face and through Mistress's moaning she told her.

"I'm cuumm inn ggggggggg!!!! "

As Mistress started to squirt into Nasreen's mouth, she did her best to drink in all her juices as they spilled out of her mouth and covered her face and hair and dripped onto her breasts. Jayne wobbled back on wobbling legs and fell into the armchair.

Looking at Nasreen, she saw her sat, a woman in her place, full of bliss and happiness. Using her finger she called Nasreen over and point for her to sit between legs and the thing that surprised her and made clit tingle again, was Nasreen didn't stand up and walk but crawls over on her hands on knees like a slut slave to her white Mistress's. She placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair. Nasreen laid her head on Jayne's thigh, Jayne asked Nasreen.

" Did you enjoy that my slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, I loved it," sighed Nasreen

" Good girl," said Jayne

This made Nasreen feel so special being called a good girl. Jayne asked.

" Nasreen, our relationship has changed so much since we first met, and you have also undergone many changes. I need to ask you a question, and I want you to take your time before you answer. What are you to me, and who am I to you?"

Nasreen had started to worry and was now deep in thought. It was a big question, and the mist of lust had now fallen away, and she was still thinking about it, and there was a fight going on in her head.

The pious Muslim Pakistani woman was tell her you know what you should do, and what you need to do, she visible shuck her head, even though all those thoughts were correct but this was what she need and had been missing from her life, even she when she didn't it was missing and this is what she had been and this is where she belonged, she open her mouth to say, she was her Lesbian slut and Jayne was her Mistress. She stopped herself and remembered something that Jayne had called her. She looked up at Jayne and told her.

" Jayne you have become my dearest and closest friend and you have made me feel so special and things I didn't even know I could feel and I feel like I have known you all my life and want you in my life always, you are not just my lover, in my heart and soul you are my Gorey (white) Mistress and I am your Muslim Pakistani lesbian slut and happy to serve you and be anything you want me to be for you."

She held back from telling Jayne she had a need to be her slave and serve her. Jayne, in return, was so happy with her answer; she looked into her eyes and held Nasreen's face in her hands and kissed her with all the passion and joy in the world. The kiss seemed to last forever until their lips parted, and still breathing heavy gasping for air, faces the pictures of lust and joy. Jayne told Nasreen.

"Now my naughty little Pakistani slut get yourself over the table and today it will be the belt, do I need to tie you down?"

"NO Mistress's but would you please tie me down like yesterday please tie your slut down"

She begged Jayne.

" Very well slut, get yourself over the table" Jayne told her.

Nasreen couldn't get herself over the table quickly enough. Jayne tied her down and told her.

"Left your head and open your mouth wide my dirty slut"

Nasreen did as she was told; she didn't even think about it anymore. She just did what she was told or asked. As she held her mouth open, Jayne put a ball gag in her mouth and buckled it tight behind her head. Nasreen had no idea what it was, but it made her feel even more submissive and to her mistress' mercy. Jayne picked up the belt and folded it over and held it over her shoulder and looked down at Nasreen's big brown round arse it was the perfect shape it made Jayne wet just looking at her. She bought the belt down hard and listened to Nasreen's muffled scream over the ball gag, as watched Nasreen bottom wobble from the strike and right away a red stripe appeared across her, right where the belt had made contact with her bottom, even as Nasreen was struggling to get her breath from the first blow, she manage to say

" One thank you, Mistress." Muffled as it was.

Jayne belted her repeatedly each time she waited for Nasreen to count and thank her. When they reached the 19th strike, Jayne told her.

"Brass yourself my filthy little pain whore."

Nasreen didn't speak but just nodded her head. Jayne adjusted her stand and pulled her arm back and then released the most brutal blow yet and Nasreen screamed into the ball gag and her tears today left two pools where they had fall on the table and she was still labouring after the last blow breath, Jayne caressed her stripe covered bottom and stroked her hair while Jayne told her, she was a good girl for taking her punishment, Jayne reached under and pushed her fingers into Nasreen's soaking wet pussy and said

"You are a little pain whore aren't you, look at you, you're dripping wet. Wait here. I will be right back."

Nasreen waited there still tied down to the table, she thought about what Mistress had just said because she didn't even know how wet she had gotten from the belting untill Mistress had mentioned it, maybe she was a pain whore.

Mistress came back knelt behind and pulled Nasreen bum cheeks open and spat on her butthole and rubbed it into her butthole while pushing her thumb into her butt, she repeated this over and over again until her thumb was sliding in with ease and Nasreen was moaning like a bitch on heat. Jayne picked up a buttplug and started to push it in Nasreen's butthole, groaning over the ball gag but it didn't stop Jayne until it was in. She stood up, walked around the table, and unbuckled her ball gag. Lift her and looked into Nasreen's eyes, drunk on lust and horness, as she asked.

" How does that feel in your butthole my pious hijabi whore?"

" Heavenly Mistress, it feels so full, and whatever you have put in there, it feels at home."

She told her Mistress, as her Mistress kissed her and bit on Nasreen's lip and told her.

"I have another treat for my greedy submissive Pakistani slut"

She walked behind Nasreen and parted her wet pussy lips and rubbed the end of her strapon. Still, Nasreen thought it was the dildo from yesterday. Little did she know this was a big 8-inch dildo and thicker, and as the head popped in, she gasped at the way it stretched her further open and then felt Mistress grip her hips. Nasreen's eyes popped wide open, with head lifted off the table, tilted back, Mistress thrust hard and deep into her, she was so wet the whole thing was right into the hilt and Nasreen gave out across between a moan and scream of pleasure, and it hurt hell. This dildo was in places nothing had been before, she went as stiff as body hoping her stretch pussy would adjust to the thickness and depths this monster had gone, but she didn't want Mistress to pull out even though it hurt like hell, it felt so good it was the best sort of pain ever. The only thing to come from Nasreen was.

"MISTRESSSSSsssssssssssssssssssssss"

Jayne grinning to herself slowly pulled back until just the tip was sitting against her cunt and Jayne rammed it all the way back in as Nasreen let out across between a moan and a scream, Nasreen in that single stroke almost came. The way it stretch her cunt it was so much bigger than her ex husband and the way it rubbed the thing Mistress had pushed into her butt, as Mistress built up a rhythm, Nasreen found herself push back on this beast savagely brutalising her inside, it so bad but felt so good, she want more and more. She was now pushing back harder than her Mistress was pushing in. Her Mistress reached out, took a good grip of her hair, and told her.

" I am going to stay still now and I want you fuck yourself on my strapon cock, that's it my greedy desparte cock starved slut."

Nasreen rammed her cunt back hard impaling herself making sure it rubbed against the thing in butthole sending unbelievable wave of pleasure through her body, she want to tell her Mistress she was cumming but what came out of her mouth a mix urdu punjabi and english, they were just words. It was just as well, as some of them were not nice words about her Mistress, but neither would she have made any sense of them; they were just words. Jayne didn't need to understand them, she knew from her body that the Pakistani Lesbain whore had an orgasm and now stroked her hair as Nasreen lay on the table struggling to catch her breath and crying, but these tears were tears of joy and the Mistress whispered in her ear.

"Nasreen my beautiful Pakistani whore today you are going to keep this buttplug in you till you come to me tomorrow."

Nasreen lay their mouth open stunned as Jayne untied her from the table and pulled her in close and cuddled her. Nasreen was still in shock as she lifted her head and in almost a whisper asked.

"Mistress, when you said to keep in until tomorrow, did you mean all day today and night until I am here with you again?"

"Yes my Hijabi pussy licker, consider this your first day of anal training on your way to becoming anal addicted whore."

Jayne smiled at her,

"Please, No, Mistress is so Haram (sinful); not even a Muslim husband should do that with his wife."

She begged her Mistress. Jayne smiled kindly and brushed the hairs of her face very sweetly, reminding her,

"Didn't you just ask me to make you into the sort of Pakistani slut whore you wanted and needed you to be?"

Nasreen seemed to sink back to her submissive state hearing her own words. Nasreen was still looking at her Mistress and said.

" Yes, Mistress, sorry for questioning you."

Jayne knew in that moment she had her just where she wanted her. Nasreen was going to do things she had never even dreamt of.

Nasreen had some worries that had nothing to do with this newfound lust for sex, orgasms, and how her body has been feeling like it was on fire. She was so alive she never knew she could feel like these sorts of things existed and especially for her, Jayne had helped her discover so much about her own body and the things Nasreen didn't even know she wanted or needed. She thought maybe she could help her a little more and she took a deep breath and asked Jayne.

" Jayne, I have a question. Sorry, that is wrong. It's more a request for help?"

Jayne looked a little worried but, with a very caring voice, asked.

"What is it, Nasreen?"

This was not Mistress and slut now it was two friends and two lovers. Nasreen looked at Jayne and told her about herself and how she was worried about herself and the kids.

"Jayne, I've spent all the money I got from my divorce on the house and the secondhand car, and I only have 6 months' worth of payments and expenses for the family. I will need to find a job that I can do while the kids are at school. I don't know anyone here besides you, and I don't have any skills, degree, or job experience. Do you think you could help me?"

" Oh, sweetie, I will try to help you."

She hugged Nasreen as she rattled her brain, and as if a light bulb had gone off in her head, she remembered someone who owed her a favour, pushed Nasreen away from her, and looked at Nasreen and told her.

" I know someone who might be able to help you. How do you feel about a cleaning job? It will be some mornings and some afternoons?"

Nasreen kissed Jayne's face all over and said

"Yes, the time will be perfect, and I don't mind cleaning at all."

"Hang on, it is in people's homes. They are elderly men and women, and you will not be able to wear your abaya or your niqab because of their age, and they will feel more at ease, but you will be okay with your hijab. Will you be ok with that?"

She told Nasreen,

"Yes, Mistress, I will because I will not be doing that not so much for me but for my children."

Nasreen told Jayne.

"Good, I will give my friend a ring tonight."

Jayne told her, they got up and Jayne was put her bathrobe on and Nasreen was putting her clothes on and both women kissed and Nasreen left to go home and get on with cleaning her own house, as she got to her door there was a package in her porch she picked up and took it in. She put it on the kitchen counter, took her abaya off, and got a knife to open it. When she read the invoice inside, she stopped and thought this was not the place to open it. She took it up to her bedroom and placed it on the bed. She took everything from the boxes and the packaging and laid them on the bed.

She tried not to think about the things once everything was laid out. The thing that seemed to be staring back at her was the big 8-inch dildo she remembered how good that had felt when Mistress fucked her with it and it made her pussy clenched and she felt butthole that was a delightful surprise. She quickly picked up the toys because she knew she would be tempted to use them, and Mistress had told her she was not to play with herself.

She looked at the bras and thongs. The thongs would barely cover the big round bottom, and those bras would do nothing to support her big breasts. Her nipples would be above the cups and rub against anything she wore over them and would easily be visible to everyone.

Then the strangest thing ever happened in her life. Not only did it turn her on at the thought of being seen, but it may turn others on seeing her hard nipples looking at them. She wanted them to see them and her. She smiled at herself, picked up the quarter-cup white lace bra and panties, put them to one side, and put everything else away, and thought, I will wear these for Mistriss, and it will be a good surprise for her.

The following day Nasreen was up and picked out her abaya, niqab, and hijab all in white lay them on the bed and put on her new white thong the lace felt so nice on her skin as she ran her hands over them she could feel her pussy getting wet, she picked up her bra and put it on and it offered the slightest of support and tits looked even bigger in it. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and she pulled on them ever so slowly, and it made her moan and bite her lip. The harder Nasreen squeezed them, the better it felt. It hurt like hell but she loved it and her mind went back to her MIstress and she heard in her head you are such a pain slut, may god forgive her she was. She listened to the kids getting up and quickly put on the rest of her clothes.

Once she pulled up in her drive, she walked over to Jayne's. The door was open as always, she went in and locked the door, and she was about to strip her clothes off when she heard Jayne say,

"No, stop, please. You look like my very own angel come here."

Nasreen was taken back a little and slowly walked to her Mistress. Once close enough, she went to kneel in her place, and she felt her Mistress's hands on her shoulders. She stopped her and said,

" No, my beautiful angel, I will disrobe you myself. How often will I get to undress an angel?"

"Angel?" Asked Nasreen,

"To me right now you look like angel my submissive Pakistani slut"

Nasreen felt more beautiful at this moment than she had ever done. No one had ever described her as an angel. Jayne first removed her niqab, kissed her lips, and lifted her abaya. While Jayne was looking down as her abaya came up, she saw Nasreen wearing white high heels and white stockings. Jayne also wondered what else I would find today. With a gleeful smile, she pulled it over her head swiftly and stepped back with her hands over her mouth. Nasreen got worried and asked.

"Mistress, is everything okay? I just wanted to surprise you. Do you not like it, Mistress?"

Jayne just shook her head with her hands over her mouth and said.

" NO, NO, my princess right now you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and this is the best gift I have ever been given my sweet beautiful Pakistani slut. The way your breasts stand firm on your chest, framed by this white bra and your thick hard nipples begging for my hands and lips, as I hold back to be able to take you all in and never want to forget this moment and it is my memory forever.

Nasreen started to cry, but these tears were tears of joy. She could not remember anyone describing her as an angel or looking at her with such passion, lust, want, hunger, and desire in 40 plus years of her life. She stepped forward, took hold of Jayne's hands, pulled them away from her mouth, and kissed with all her love. At that moment, the whole world stood still for both women. There was only their kiss, and nothing else mattered; they were lost in each other's arms.

Their hands caressed each others bodies and Nasreen, felt Jayne's hands pulling and groping her bottom as her fingers looked for the buttplug, Jayne was pleased it was still in and she took a grip on it tugged on it and Nasreen moaned into Jayne's mouth, Jayne continued to tugging on the buttplug as her other hands slipped in to the front of Nasreen's lace thong and as soon as she touched Nasreen's clit she moaned loudly and her legs wobbled breaking there kiss as Nasreen tried to steady herself but all she could do was hold onto Jayne's shoulders as Jayne ravaged her pussy and butthole with her fingers and know her mouth was on her breasts and nipples and pulling them with her teeths, all Nasreen could muster was,

.

"Yes, Yessssssssssss yyyeeessss Mistressssssssss bite them harder please pleasssssssseeeee harder."

Not that Jayne was going to do anything else but it was still as horny as fuck for her to hear her submissive slut ask and beg for it.

It didn't take long for Nasreen to cum screaming into Jayne's shoulder as she bit into her shoulder and gripped it for dear life. Jayne lowered herself and Nasreen onto the floor and held as she shuddered and the waves of her orgasm swept over her body. Once Nasreen's orgasm had subsided, Jayne told her.

"Today, I'm not going to belt or flog you, but we are going to make love to each other."

Jayne saw a look of disappointment in Nasreen's eyes, and with a nod of her head, she asked, "What's wrong?" Nasreen broke eye contact and purrrrred in whisper

" You're not going to put me over the table and spank my bottom today?"

Jayne chuckled to herself and said.

"You are my pain slut aren't you?"

Nasreen blushed and hide her face into Jayne's breasts suckling on her nipples, make Jayne moan as Nasreen slipped her hand down between there bodies and played with Jayne's pussy and she noticed the harder she sucked her Mistress's nipples the louder Jayne moaned and felt Jayne's hand on the back of her head pushing her into her breasts, she started rubbing Jayne's clit faster and suckling harder and biting her nipples. Jayne was moaning and telling her,

" That's it my hijabi slut suck your white Mistress's nipples Yes Yes harder, worship your white Mistress with your Muslim Pakistani mouth you dirty fucking whore."

Nasreen knew she should not like the things she called her but it always made her wet and horny, she sucked harder and rubbed Jayne's clit faster and soon her Mistress was cumming and was telling her.

" Yes, yes, just like that, my Muslim slave. Yes, yes, worship at the church of your white Mistessssssssssssssssss."

Jayne's body shuddered and nearly fell over, and this time, Nasreen wrapped her arms around Jayne and held her till her orgasm subsided.

She was in the after glow of her orgasm and also to hold herself up, she got up and told Nasreen to lie on her back, on the table as she picked up the ropes and first tied her arms down by her wrists in crucifix position and she came round to the front and pulled Nasreen's thong down and stopped for moment smell her slut dripping pussy musk filling her senses and raising her lust for her slut. She then lifted the thong to her nose; it was wet, soaked with her juices, and she stood between her legs, she told Nasreen.

"Open your mouth slut"

Nasreen opened her mouth wide, and Jayne rolled Nasreen's thong into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth. Nasreen found this disgusting but she felt her pussy gush with her juices, while she was in haze of lust until, Jayne lift both her legs up and held them up and held them with one hand as she walked round to where Nasreen's head and tied them to the table legs. Hence, they were wide open and pulled back exposing her pussy, bottom and butthole to her Mistress, Nasreen felt super exposed. She loved the feeling of being vulnerable. Once Jayne had finished, she walked to her case of toys, pulled a long cane, and stood on the spot where Nasreen could see her swishing it in the air. The sound it made and Nasreen was flinching each time it swished through the air and Jayne loved that look of terror in Nasreen's eyes and told her.

"With this, we will start with just 10, and remember to account, my dear."

Swish! It stung so hard Nasreen's scream would have woken the dead if she didn't have mouth stuffed with her own thong, she thou Nasreen struggled she managed a muffed.

" One. Thank you, Mistress."

She took all 10 with tears streaming down either side of her face as felt her Mistress push two fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy and slowly started fucking her cunt she looked to see her Mistress smiling with lust and glee and Mistress asked.

" Do you think you could take another 10 like a really painslut my Pakistani slut than it will be 20 like every other day?"

Nasreen wasn't sure but she had to admit to herself she was becoming addicted to the pain and how wet it made her pussy and she nodded yes to her Mistress, who in turn smile at her with pride and said.

" That's my Good little Pakistani pain whore and remember to count them"

Nasreen counted every stripe her Mistress put on her backside. In her head, Nasreen called them tiger stripes because of how they felt.

Jayne came around, took out the thong, lovingly kissed Nasreen, and told her how proud she was of her. She wiped her tears away and still kissing and now both her hands were caressing Nasreen latte coloured big full breasts and pulling her brown thick nipples and hearing Nasreen moan into her mouth as they kissed. She pulled on her nipples and this was getting Jayne's juices flowing even more then before when she had been caning her and she also need to cum again and she climbed up onto the table.

Kissing her way down Nasreen's body until her pussy was over Nasreen face and Nasreen was so horny she didn't wait for permission but lifted her head and licked at her Mistress pussy and Jayne's mouth was level with her pussy and she dived into Nasreen's pussy like it was condemned person last meal. Both women were so horny and ready to cum that it didn't take either of them very long. They were both panting and moan to every lick and suck of the other mouth until each of them squirted into the others mouth and the magical way neither pulled away but instead clamped there both over the others pussy to drink as much of the cum as possible. Until they collapsed and just lay, glistening, sweat-covered bodies trying to catch their breath.

A few minutes passed, and Nasreen felt Jayne bite her thigh playfully. Jayne asked Nasreen.

"You ready for what I had really planned for you dirty Pakistani whore?"

" Yes, Mistress, your wish is my command," Nasreen replied

"Good today I want you to eat my butthole," She told Nasreen.

"Your what, Mistress?" Nasreen asked her

"You heard me you dirty Hijabi whore now eat"

Shout Jayne and sat her arse down on her mouth. Picking up the big 8-inch dildo, and plunging it deep into Nasreen's pussy making her gasp and moan all in one and as Nasreen opened and closed her mouth she found herself kissing Mistress areshole and then kissing it with her tongue and pushing it in and liked the taste of her Mistress butthole each time stuck her tongue out Mistress pushed down and was almost fucking her tongue. Now Nasreen was moaning into her Mistress's butthole each time Mistress's butthole and was loving it and Nasreen cum again quickly from her cunt being fucked by the beast of a dildo being rammed into her cunt. Her mouth glued to her Mistress butthole as she screamed her orgasm the vibration of her scream and her tongue still stuck up Jayne's arsehole set Jayne's own orgasm off as both them shuddered and collapsed and lay there breathing heavily.

After a while, Jayne got up and untied Nasreen, and both women cuddled on the couch in each other's arms. Jayne jumped and said.

" I nearly forgot, you have got the job with the cleaning company if you want it, it is 4 mornings a week with every Thursday off.

Nasreen jumped, hugged Jayne, and jumped up and down like a little girl, with Jayne holding hands.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Mistress, thank you so much."

She told Jayne she felt so giddy, and then Nasreen slowed down. A frown came over her face, and she looked down at the floor. Jayne asked.

"What wrong my angelic slut?"

"Mistress, when will we get time together if I am always working?"

Nasreen asked, knowing she would miss her Mistress so much.

"Don't worry my greedy little Pakistani slut we will work something out but you must take care of your family"

Mistress told her submissive slut, and that made her smile. Mistress told Nasreen

"I will have to have my buttplug back now but know you have your new buttplugs you will use the one that is the same size as this and put it in every morning even when in and you can remove it at bedtime."

"Mistress, I have a question," Nasreen asked. Jayne nodded her head as if to go ahead and ask me. Nasreen asked

" Mistress, if I can't wear my abaya, I don't know what to wear."

"What about your leggings Slut?" Asked Jayne,

" Mistress, I can't work in my leggings; they show off everything, and nothing is hidden from the eye." She told Jayne

This made Jayne smile, and it would be great to get her to open up how she wanted her to dress. Jayne told Nasreen.

" Nasreen, listen, you will get a smock to wear over your clothes and remember no more boring bras and knickers only the new ones."

" But, But if I bend over it will be like bending over naked and my tits will be almost bare" She stuttered.

Jayne knew she needed to give her a push, and in a stern voice, she asked.

" Listen my dirty Pakistani slut I am tell you that is how you will go to work and you will only wear your tight t-shirts and leggings to work and you don't need to worry their are just old men and women are we both clear"

"Yes, Mistress."