Louise gets changed

Louise looked at the clothes on the settee and then looked at her Arab Muslim owners. ‘Go into our bedroom, through that door, remove all your clothes and then put on those’ said Rana, ‘our daughters will look after Jameelah and Samir while we are busy with you. Leave the collar and leash with us, I’ll put them on you when you have dressed, and go to the bathroom, you will find what you need to cleanse your french asshole’.

Louise did as she was told, turned on by the thought of anal sex games in the flat with Ikbal and perhaps Rana too. It had been too long since she had experienced the ecstasy of Arab Muslim usage and sex; her christian bum puckered with excitement.

She cleansed her bum as Rana had told her and then she went to the bedroom, undressed and then looked at the clothing that Rana had told her to put on; a white thong, a white microskirt with some Arabic writing on the front and back and a white crop top that too had Arabic writing on the front and back. Louise studied the writing, of course she had no idea what it said but she looked to see if the writing on the microskirt and the crop top was identical and no, it wasn’t, hold on, was it? The writing on the front of the skirt looked the same as that on the back of the crop top and the writing on the back of the skirt was the same as the front of the crop top.

The fact that there were Arabic messages on this stutty clothing puzzled her; she couldn’t understand it while Mr and Mrs Hajji could. Of course that they had the advantage over her was hot but why go to all that trouble?

Louise put on the thong then the crop top and finally the microskirt. There was a mirror in Mr and Mrs Hajji’s bedroom and she looked such a slut! Louise thought she looked fucking hot. She pulled up the thong tight and her cameltoe was so fucking clear! The microskirt was so short! She’d never worn a skirt so short, she’d never seen a skirt so short; the hem line was so high that her puffed up cunt was on show, fuck, Louise loved being a white bitch under Arab control.

The croptop barely covered her heavy breasts and as she hadn’t been given a bra to wear, her large erect nipples stood out beautifully; she was still lactating and she fervently hoped that Ikbal would develop a taste for her milk. The thought of the old Arab sucking milk from her caused her to caress and fondle her left breast momentarily.

She moved her hand away from her buxom breast and after studying once again the Arabic messages on her skirt and top, she went back to the elderly Moroccan couple.

Ikbal and Rana beamed with joy, their white property Louise indeed did look submissively delicious and her cunt was clearly visible such was the tightness of the thong and the minuteness of the skirt and the crop top exhibited her breasts so well and, the messages were unmistakable, to anyone who could read Arabic of course!

Rana gave Louise a box. It contained a pair of white strappy 3 inch heel sandals. Louise towered over Mr and Mrs Hajji even in her bare feet; in those she would dwarf them but she understood that this would emphasize their dominance over her. She was forty years younger, she would be almost a foot taller, she was physically far stronger and fitter than them but nevertheless, they owned her, they controlled her, they dominated her through superior will and most gorgeously, his Arab sperm had the power to utterly overwhelm her white womb and give her the third Arab baby that she craved so much.

Louise put on the 3 inch heels and she looked an absolute cheap white slut. She hadn’t been treated like this by an Arab for some time; despite being a white christian, she was the mother to two mixed race Algerian Muslim children and so was accorded more respect than other white french women were.

Clearly, though, Mr and Mrs Hajji were determined to enjoy her and Louise was quite happy about that!

She couldn’t help asking them the significance and meaning of the Arabic writing however, adding that she had noticed that the two messages on the crop top and microskirt matched each other.

Rana’s response was not what the blonde beauty expected however; it staggered her. Louise’s confidence in what she expected from the Moroccans and understanding of what was in store for her was shattered and she realised that she had hugely underestimated the elderly couple.

We three are going out for a walk to our community centre so that everyone can see what a hot white cow Ikbal has acquired and that at last, he will fulfill his obligation to our Mosque and to our Arab Muslim community.

Your white cameltoe is clear, your white teats are clear, you are to be paraded as the french property of Morocco.

Sit down while I put your collar and leash on so all can see your subjugation to us. The messages on your clothing? Only when we have reached the centre shall we tell you.

Now, come on, we are going out!’

Ikbal attached the collar and leash to his dazed pretty blonde christian cow and led her out the front door. Louise was already the white christian mother of two mixed race Arab Muslim children Jameelah and Samir Hasbellaoui; she had been fucked and enjoyed numerous times by her babies' Algerian father but he had never dealt with her like this.