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This story is a continuation of "Abbi the Pakistani Slut" and hopefully you enjoy the conclusion.
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Abbi stood silently watching the "Paki Milf" get prepped on the computer monitor. It was a horrible name, but one that had stuck between her mistress, owner and mentor Emma and Abbi, who had accepted her place as a slut, owned, colonised and sex slave.
Her full body covering was slowly removed by Emma, revealing underneath the conservative black shapeless covering, the Milf. was wearing the tiniest black micro one piece slingshot bikini, her firm thick brown thighs spilling out, her skin glistening all the way down to her white sparkling high heels. "Arrghhh typical wedding high heels," thought Abbi. Milf's belly wasn't exactly flat, but well maintained, solid, without abs and without the rolls of fat so common on older Indian and Pakistani ladies. This constantly surprised Abbi, the lady kept in shape, Abbi smiled, and subconsciously stroked her black strapon.
The lady's Abaya was completely stripped of her, revealing, her naked torso, except for an equally stringy bra part of the slingshot that barely covered her nipples. The string to her tiny cloth covering her pussy and tits all had a Queen of hearts symbol. The floss-like straps accentuated her large firm tits. Abbi gasped, Mistress Emma Fitzroy was going to take her face covering off.
Abbi didn't blink, unconsciously she started to pump her hand over her strapon, thrusting her hips back and forth.
Mistress Fitzroy lifted the veil, her head in the way of the camera, she kissed deeply, passionately, tongue in tongue action, the Paki Milf clearly the sub. Abbi felt a pang of jealousy, a unhinged anger, based on an insecurity, she wanted to be Mistresses brown fuck toy, her brown slave, and here an older lady, was taking her love from her. She clenched her latex hand and twisted the crop she held. This bitch was going to get it...
As the embrace broke the niqab her face veil fell back into place, however, Mistress FItzroy produced a ball and mouth gag, and slipped it underneath the shimmering cloth, Abbi couldn't see how it was fastened but it was.
Abbi clenched her jaw, and looked at her beautiful mistress, dressed in a pink corset, and frilly white long socks, and patent stripper heels, out of character, but Abbi loved it when Emma dressed up. However something was missing, Abbi knew Mistress Fitzroy, her mistress, her tormentor, her owner, Both slaves had been told what was going to happen today, but Abbi knew, Mistress always had a surprise, always something shocking, always a twist.
Abbi was so wet thinking about what shock could it be, the Paki Milf placed her hands in the shackles, Mistress Fitzroy turned a winch, which was attached to a pulley, with a mechanism connected to the ceiling. Abbi felt her tits, her nipples hard, she loved this dungeon. Abbi let out a sigh, she bit her bottom lip, and mauled her own breast. Abbi thought, This dirty slut, a good muslim wife, a nikabi, a mum, respectable member of her society, and now Roy's favourite fuck toy. His money maker, the number of fans that signed up since he started banging her was astronomical, the authenticity of her reaction, her secrecy, she clearly gave a vibe she was a real secret Paki slut milf, She was his big streaming hit, this slut never said no, and meant it, and Roy always went as far as he could. Humiliating her, conquering her, colonising her, converting her... and then she would go back home to her unsuspecting husband and family, the slut! Abbi was so turned on by the thought, the taboo nature of the older milf she totally forgot the lies, deceit and corruption she was involved in, in her own personal life. Simultaneously outrageous, disgusted and turned on, Abbi made her way out of the room towards the dungeon basement.
Abbi put her mask on, she was going to on camera today, her black latex stockings, her black latex basque, black gloves, and stripper heels, and between her legs a massive black strap on. Abbi slipped her mask on, covering her eyes, she looked in the mirror outside the dungeon door, and admired the outfit Mistress had picked. Abbi's tits were on display, other than then strapon, Abbi's pussy and ass was exposed, the black latex stocking tops highlighted her light caramel skin. Her eyes flashed and she walked into the dark room.
In the middle of the room was Mistress Emma sitting on a throne, opposite her, arms chained to the ceiling the Milf, next to the mistress was a rack, on that rack were various whips, crops and paddles. On the other side was more oil and lubricant, a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne in it, no glasses. The whole scene was accentuated by the spotlights and cameras hiding in shadows at the edges of the room.
Abbi's senses adjusted as she walked in, her heels making a clicking sound as she walked into the room. She noticed there were people shuffling around the edges of the room. OMG, she was putting on a show, Mistress Fitzroy never failed to surprise, Abbi was so wet, who was watching, were they paying, were they naked, were they white, was there a brown cuck, OMG Abbi's mind snapped back to the task at hand. The Milf tried to turn her head to see who had entered the room. She tried to get a look, her body twisted, her slingshot wedged up her butt, her phat ass, and thick thighs, juddered, as the chains gangled, her side boob on full display, she fully covered face and head didn't quite manage to see Abbi as she was pulled back into place. The milf swung back and forth, her arms stretching her body, her thick body, made ridiculous by the monokini, balancing on her glittery open toed high heels. Abbi walked past her, and without thinking, reached back and thwack, she spanked the woman's arse, she yelped, "Awwww" as she stumbled forward, balancing herself with the help of the chain. A red hand print was immediately visible on the large olive arse.
Abbi kneeled in front of her mistress, totally silent, waiting for permission to speak, to do anything, just patient, just submissive until Mistress Emma Fitzroy put out her foot for Abbi to kiss and Abbi, wearing her hijab, latex outfit, and her head scarf and mask, covering her head and face, but her pussy, tits and ass were exposed. The thrill of the taboo sent shock waves through Abbi's body.
Abbi did as commanded. She peeled one shoe off, and kissed her mistresses foot, lightly kissing each toe, the feel, the soul, the bridge, and then she did the other foot, Placing both shoes back on her mistress Abbi kneeled waiting for instructions, fully aware of the Paki Milf watching her, fully aware of the men in the shadows. Abbi was dripping wet, hot, bothered and unconsciously stroking her strap on.
"Darling, the lady behind you, she looks like her skin is dry, she needs moisturising. If she struggles or resists, teach her obedience."Mistress Fitzroy handed Abbi a golden bottle of baby oil.