Amal lives in a world of brutal repression and misogyny. Her husband, the Sultan, is a brute of a man, who has been anything but gentle with her, taking her hard and often since she was a young woman.
In order to survive, she has been forced to hide her need, her raw desire to dominate and humiliate men. She constantly dreams of taking a male slave to serve her every desire. To turn the tables on him, and make him the whore in the bedroom.
Ryan Allerton is young, sexy oil company executive sent to secure new drilling rights in Amal’s small kingdom. Deep down, he’s always known he was a slave, but it’s almost impossible to find a woman to dominate him in the morally conservative kingdom.
When Amal first sees Ryan, she knows she has to have him. And when her husband departs on a hunting trip, she’s finally given the chance she’s been craving. The guards have been bribed, and her servants are ready to help the Queen turn Ryan into a true slave.
But Ryan doesn’t realize what slavery really means in the tiny kingdom, and after he’s been bent over, humiliated, feminized and had all choice removed by Amal, he may start to regret ever wanting to be slave.
Product Warning – This book contains sexually explicit scenes, which include female domination, humiliation, CBT, feminization, chastity and pegging.
“You need this, Ryan. I understand men like you. You’d do anything to have a woman degrade you. To dress you like a slut, and take you so hard you can’t sit for a week. You want me to ruin your life, and you’ll do this no matter the possible consequences.”
“I….I don’t know,” Ryan said, his words trailing off.
“That’s all the answer I need.” Amal motioned to her servants, who hurried off to fulfill their prearranged duties. “Kneel,” she commanded Ryan.
It was all she could do not to moan as she watched him bend a knee in front of her. A wave of pleasure swept over her body, and she had to resist the urge to cup one of her breasts. This was the sort of man she needed. A man who could easily be broken to her will.
Not like so many of the men in her country – so steeped in misogyny that they would prefer to die before they submitted to her. But western men were different. They loved the idea of a Muslim woman dominating them, and would do anything to become her whore.
“Strip,” she said, eyeing him hungrily.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” he replied. He started to pull off his shirt, but she stopped him.
“Slowly,” she said. “I want a show.
A blush appeared on his face, and he couldn’t meet her gaze as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it off. He revealed a wonderfully muscled chest underneath it. His chest didn’t have a single hair on it, and it had obviously be waxed – all the better to show off his rock hard pecs and nearly perfect abs.
“Mmmm…very nice,” she said, running her riding crop down his chest. As it bumped over each ridge of muscle, she let out little gasps of pleasure. “You have such a beautiful body.”
“I do work out-”
His words were cut short, as she swatted him with her riding crop. “Did I say you could speak, slave?” she said, fiercely. “Perhaps, I was too nice to begin with? I own you, slave, and you do not speak unless you have permission.
Ryan reeled back from the riding crop, and he gingerly rubbed the rapidly rising welt across his chest. But he didn’t utter another word.
“Good,” she said, “You learn quickly – it will mean less pain for you.”
She grinned when she saw her servants returning with bundle of clothing, and other assorted items to turn Ryan into a stunning woman – if still a whore. They waited until she acknowledged them, and then hurried over once she nodded curtly. The three almond skinned women surrounded Ryan, and stared down at him like lionesses considering their next meal.
Her servants always so enjoyed when the Sultan left, and she was left to her own devices.
Ryan opened his mouth to speak, but caught himself, shutting it again. But his eyes nearly begged her to allow him to ask a question.
“Fine,” she snapped. “You may speak, slave. But don’t make me regret it by asking anything stupid.”
“What are you going to do to me?” he said.
“We’re going to turn you into a beautiful woman. You’ll get a nice hijab, and plenty of lingerie to make you feel pretty. And then when we’re done, I’m going to fuck that nice little bottom of yours.”
“You’re going to do what?” Ryan said, his voice almost a croak.
She lowered herself to speak into his ear, his firm breasts brushing against his shoulder. “I’m going to turn you into girl, and take your ass. You want that, don’t you?” She felt a shiver run through her body as she said the word ass. Nothing turned her on more than strapping on a big cock, and fucking a slave raw.
“Well, I….suppose…” Ryan stuttered, as his face flushed a crimson red.
“Ah, I knew it,” Amal whispered. “You’re a natural born slut.”
“This doesn’t feel right,” Ryan said. He crossed his arms, and turned to look away.
Amal grabbed his chin, and wrenched his face back. “What could possibly be wrong with this? You’ll be serving a superior Queen, and I’ll be doing all sorts of nasty things to you. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Ryan hesitated for a moment, and ran a hand through his hair. “It is,” he said in a strangled voice.
“Excellent.” Amal clapped her hands together. “Admitting it is the first step towards becoming a slut.” She pointed her finger at the kneeling form of Ryan. “Begin his transformation.”