Categories: gradual lesbian humiliation, findom, cuckquean, foot worship, trampling, footstool, pony ride
Synopsis:
Arabian couple moves to USA full of dreams. Omar is about to boost his business, gorgeous Aisha is overwhelmed by freedom women have in this country - open cloth, career possibilities, being equal to men. She sees so many wonderful changes to her life that were out of question back in her homeland.
The only thing she's upset with is their new neighbour Candace, who represents all that Arabian women aren't. Uninhibited and brazen, she knows her beauty and how to use it to conquer men. Being lazy and having constant money issues, she quickly get interested with wealthy Omar, who in return is enchanted by openly sexual and flirty woman, like he never met before.
The only problem for Candace is Aisha, who is younger and Omar's wife after all. But pretty soon Candace finds a way to turn the problem into what she couldn't imagine in her boldest dreams...
Chapter 1
Aisha was excited. She'd always wanted to travel, and here she was, getting off the flight in New York with her husband Omar, ready to start a new life together in the land of the free.
She had big dreams. America represented opportunity for the Arabian couple. Omar was an attractive, wealthy man, and already had business opportunities waiting for him. He would be travelling quite a lot, his computer science background highly sought after in major companies right throughout the US. Only in his early 30s, he had a bright future ahead of him. As for Aisha, America was the perfect place for a 22-year-old Princess. She already knew from interactions online that American men melted for her soft doll-like facial features, her olive complexion, her jet black hair and petite frame. She was sure that before long, Omar and she would be living like King and Queen, taking full advantage of a perfect life in the USA.
She clung to Omar's arm as they strode through the airport. She could already feel her dreams coming true. American women looked her husband up and down. American men stole glances at her behind their wives' backs and then looked at her husband with a mixture of intimidation and respect.
While Omar waited for the luggage, Aisha went to get them a coffee. The American barista fumbled over his words as he served the stunning Aisha, eventually handing her the two coffees.
"No charge, ma'am," he stuttered.
She flashed him her perfect smile. Yes - life in the US was going to be a dream.
Armed with their luggage, they were greeted by their driver. He warmly shook Omar's hand, then took Aisha's dainty hand in his and kissed it.
"May I carry your bags Sir, Ma'am?" he offered.
Aisha almost squealed with delight. Back home, her husband had always been highly respected... but being respected by men herself was new to her.
As they walked towards the car, Aisha looked around. She was wearing a long, loose black dress. At home, women weren't permitted to show skin publicly. Even in her modest clothing, she was drawing eyes. She smiled.
"If I'm so captivating in this attire," she thought, "Imagine how much attention I'll get once I'm dressed like these women!"
Short skirts, revealing dresses, high heels. Aisha knew she was beautiful, and once she convinced Omar to let her dress like a true American woman, she knew she could bend any American man to her will. Before long, her husband would rule the business world while she became a high society woman, living the life of Manhattan's elite, just like she'd seen in movies.
That would all take some time, of course. Tradition said that she wasn't to have ambition. Her husband's role was to provide for her. Her role was to be the perfect stay at home wife, caring for him and the household, a life of obedience. She'd talked to Omar about that prior to their move to the US. He didn't like the idea of his wife being anything but the obedient housewife, but he understood her desire for more and had agreed they'd see how things went. She just knew she'd be able to convince him to allow her to embrace the lifestyle of the women here.
They stayed in a beautiful hotel that night. It was the perfect start to their new life. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face as Omar undressed her, scooping her tiny frame up in his strong arms, laying her down on the hotel bed. She loved the feeling of his powerful body on top of her, his soft lips on her neck. She had it all - the dreamiest husband deep inside her, a life of freedom and luxury ahead of her.
The next day, they were driven to their new residence. The home that Omar had picked out for them was beautiful. Omar, dressed in a crisp white shirt and business pants, went to discuss his business ventures while she supervised the removalists.
This was heaven for Aisha. She'd never given orders to a man before. Yet here were these 4 strapping young American men, positioning furniture to her liking, unpacking boxes, asking her questions like "where would you like this chair, ma'am?"
Just for fun, she decided she wanted the living room furniture rearranged three different times, enjoying the fact that nothing was too much trouble for these men.
"Yes ma'am!"
"Of course, ma'am!"
"Anything else I can do for you, ma'am?"
By lunch time, the house was perfect. Omar wouldn't be home until late afternoon. She walked upstairs, sitting down in the window with her laptop. Omar hadn't yet agreed to allow her to live like an American woman, but all the household duties had been taken care of by the removalists. Ambition was raging within her. Before they'd left home, she'd initiated some business opportunities of her own. Confident Omar would eventually grant her permission to start her new life, she got to work on her own little business.
Aisha was as smart as she was beautiful, and within 3 hours, she had already had her first customer. Website design was easy work for her, and she'd learned that in the US, it was easy money. Even working part time online while keeping the house, she'd be able to earn decent money. She knew Omar would always provide for her, but if she wanted to be amongst New York's elite, she'd need her own money on the side.
Everything was going to plan for Aisha. She looked out of her window.
"My Queendom," she said out loud to herself with a giggle.
Her eyes spied her neighbour, out checking her mail.
The woman must have been in her late 20s.
She was everything forbidden back home. In her hand was a fruity alcoholic drink. She wore flip flops and a tiny pair of denim shorts that barely covered her ass. Her flat, toned stomach was on full display, her big breasts concealed only by a powder blue bikini top. Her bleach blond hair was flowing down her back, and before Aisha knew it, she was staring into the blonde's piercing blue eyes.
"You got a problem?" the blonde called out at the top of her voice in her thick New York accent.
Aisha froze. For seemingly an eternity. Of course she'd seen women like this on TV... but never has she interacted with one. Certainly, she'd never had a confrontation with one!
She slammed her window shut, stepping back, quickly shutting the curtain. She sat on the bed, breathing heavily.
It took Aisha a while to gather herself. Eventually, her breathing slowed.
"It's okay, Aisha," she told herself. "This is America. Here, SHE'S the normal one. Go out there and introduce yourself."
In her long black flared pants and long-sleeved top, she made her way downstairs. Part of her was hoping the blonde had already gone back inside. Her hand was shaking at the thought of introducing herself - but she was determined to first fit in here, then excel here.
She opened the front door... just in time to see Omar arriving in the back of a black car. The driver got out, opening the car door for Omar. Aisha smiled at the sight of her handsome husband, even more so at the fact his American driver was showing him such respect. Omar tipped the driver.
"Thank you, Sir. Just let me know what time you'd like me to pick you up tomorrow, Sir."
She was grinning from ear to ear as the driver offered to carry her husband's suitcase inside for him. Omar oozed power as he declined the offer but firmly instructed the driver to be back at 8am.
But her smile faded quickly when she saw the blonde neighbour walking... no... STRUTTING towards her husband.
"Hey there, handsome," she sang.
She watched Omar's eyes look the blonde up and down as she approached. She slowly backed out of the doorway, heading back upstairs, sitting on the bed, waiting for Omar to dismiss their neighbour and come on inside.
Curiosity got the better of her. She peeled the curtain back just an inch, cracking open the window so she could see and hear the conversation.
