This choice: the light brown Moorish girl • Go Back...Chapter #5the light brown Moorish girl by: milida   You decide to forgo all those options and decide to do a little role playing with Liadne your cheeky Moorish girl. She is one of your most intelligent girls and very discrete, so far she has not said a word about your special nocturnal activities. In your rooms the two of you had frequently engaged in private cross dressing.
After she entered she gave you her regular cheeky grin "So Master shall we be dressing up again?"
You nod your head "Naturally"
She giggled as she headed to the wardrobe "So master ever wanted to be a real women?"
You smirk and shake your head "No much more fun being a pretend one"
She opened the cupboard and started sorting through possible costumes for you and responded "It is rather hard being a real women in this world, with all the restrictions on us, in terms of clothes and other things"
You made a rather blasé remark back along the lines of “It can’t be all that bad they get to stay at home all day and don’t have to work, wearing what they have to wear seems a small price to pay”.
She simply rolled her eyes then laid out her choice for you this time. There were a bra, panties, tights and an ankle-length slip all in black and all items you recognized and had worn before. You quickly put those on, then put an abyaya ( a floor length black cotton dress) over the underwear, followed by a two-piece black headscarf and a tie on veil. The dress was easy to put on but you struggled with getting the hijab in place and had to look in the mirror to ensure it was straight.
Liadne then shouted “I’M WAITING GIRL!”
You then sheepishly went to the room where she was waiting, dressed in some of your male clothes. She pretending to be he shaked her head "You took your time girl I sincerely hope you are going to get quicker at this”.
You were about to answer her when she held a finger to your lips “Tonight we are being a more traditional couple so you only speak when I allow you to speak, nod if you understand”. You nodded back filling a thrill of excitement. “Good” she continued “Tonight your name in is going to be Nylah understand?”
You nodded again, not really knowing what to say. She then handed you a pair of black gloves which you put on, ensuring that you tucked them up the sleeves of the dress.
She turned, beckoned you to follow and went down the stairs at the back of your residential apartment. With the combination of the long abaya and restrictive underskirt, you found it somewhat difficult to negotiate the stairs which caused Liadne to become quite impatient with you. “Nylah hurry up girl!” she barked, causing you to almost stumble on the bottom step. “In a strict household you would be punished for your tardiness. I shall have to think of something suitable for you should it happen again”.
At the bottom of the stairs was a private lounging room. When you went to sit down on the couch there came a resounding “NO!” from Liadne
She then added “You seem to be forgetting your place Nylah, you only sit down when you are invited to sit down you can stand by the fireplace for now”.
You nervously moved to the corner of the room as instructed. thinking that tonight's role play was getting rather intense then heard her order “Clasp your hands in front of you and bow your head Nylah, that is how you will stand when not required by me”
She then picked up a magazine from the coffee table and sat down herself ignoring you for awhile.
It was about 15 or 20 minutes later when without raising her eyes from what she was reading, Liadne finally said “Fetch me tea, Nylah”
You were so glad at being allowed to move at last you simply did as you were ordered. After you placed it on the table in front of her, you got no thank you or acknowledgement just a wave of her hand to usher you back into the corner.
Eventually you got sick of it and coughed "Liadne lets finish the scene now"
She then stormed out and returned carrying a long thin cane “Correction time girl”
You were tow stunned to do anything to stop her and just let her push you onto the couch. The first two strokes were straight across your buttocks even through the panties they hurt like hell. Followed by two strokes across your back that were equally as painful. “You need a teaching a lesson” she stated firmly “Time for some real muslimah punishment” With that she began to cane the soles of your feet. The pain was horrendous! After only two or three strokes, tears were welling in my eyes. After another three strokes, Liadne knelt beside you and asked “Have you learnt your lesson, Nylah, it is me who decides when our sessions finish not you?”
Gulping you nod back. You then saw her pull out a hypodermic syringe, then before you could react felt it pierce your neck then nothing until you awoke
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