Do not read on if you don't enjoy darker themes and scenes of extreme submission. Everyone is 18 . This prompt is based on a true story of someone I used to know.

It was nearing 6.15pm - the time I'd normally be home - and not a moment too soon. Dinner was cooking and you had my fresh iced tea waiting for me on the side table next to my armchair. You'd changed into the outfit I'd chosen for you this morning - one definitely meant only for the eyes of your husband. Not that there's much risk of anyone else seeing. Since our wedding, myself (and occasionally my family) were the only people you'd ever seen inside the house. You had strict instructions not to open the door for anyone, even the postman. Daily chores in our large house kept you far too busy to ever have time to leave anyway.

Being on my feet all day and working so that we could enjoy our big house and private garden was tiring and you knew that. As soon as I'd sat down, you were kneeling at my feet undoing my shoelaces and removing my shoes and socks. After we'd first got married, you were hesitant about doing what was expected of you after you'd taken my socks off, but I'd soon beaten any form of hesitation out of you...

I let out deep sign and closed my eyes as your tongue worked its way between my toes. You sucked each one tenderly and moved down to the soles of my feet and all the way to my ankle. Swapping feet and starting over on the next foot again and again, for about twenty minutes until finally finishing with a tender kiss on each. "Can I pleasure you any other way, my sweetheart?" You eyed the bulge in my pants. My iced tea was finished and the ice continued melting in the bottom of the glass and condensation dripped onto the placemat. "Later. Dinner is all I need now."

Learning to cook the Arabic dishes I expected had involved a steep learning curve, but my sister and mother had helped show you how cook them and you could now go more than a month without repeating a dish. You always ate dinner after I'd finished. I'd taught you that starting to eat before your husband was disrespectful and now you preferred to eat out of my sight. Though cooked to perfection, by they time you got to your dinner in between doing the dishes, yours was cold.

The kitchen spotless with all dishes dried and put away meant it was time for you to run me a bath. I didn't have to ask. You knew the routine. Our bedroom ensuite had an enormous sunken bath and I'd told you tales of Ottoman sultans who's concubines bathed them before he'd take them one-by-one in the gold-covered walls of his palace bedroom. Wealth and opulence on a scale not seen outside a Califate. Our bathroom and bedroom were large for suburban Britain, but not by Ottoman sultan standards. Nevertheless, a wife was always a concubine and her husband always her sultan, and when I came upstairs you were already standing in the bath waiting for me, now completely naked, with the foamy bath water up to your knees. "Let me bathe you, my husband."

Although the Fitrahs stated that pubic hair only needed to shaved every forty days, I insisted on you grooming much more regularly and your supple young body was completely hairless below the eyelashes. Between your legs was the beautiful, bald slit that had brought me so much pleasure since our wedding day. A few months before our wedding, we'd flown to Egypt for you to meet my family be prepared for the wedding. That included your circumcision. You had cried and cried while we were still courting after you learned that I would not marry you while you were unclean. In the end, my mother and sister had spoken to you, and you'd come to realise the importance on being able to properly focus on your husband's pleasure, and how silly it was to put your sinful parts between you and holy marriage under Allah.

After you'd finished bathing me and I'd dried off, I carried you into the bedroom and gave you a little kiss on the forehead, placing you gently onto the carpeted floor. I sat down on the bed as you knelt and kissed each of my feet tenderly. I proceeded to lie back and shuffled my large body so that my legs and ass were hanging over the end of the bed.

Still kneeling at the foot of the bed, you took my enlarging cock in one hand and began slowly but passionately kissing and licking my asshole like it was the mouth of a senior prom crush. No part of your husband should be considered dirtier than the cleanest part of you, or so I'd taught you. And you'd certainly taken it to heart.

Definitely not for everyone, and I don't mind leaving out things if you're uncomfortable with certain elements, but please message if any of these themes interest you. Please do not message if you're looking to go straight to a roleplay. I also have discord in case you prefer to chat there.

As for kinks, they relate to strong contrasts such as age (much older man/young woman), size (big man/petite slim girl), body hair (hairy man/hairless girl), experience (a very sexually experienced man paired with a virgin young lady), cukqueaning/polygamy, dominant man/submissive girl. I also love rimjobs (receiving), lingerie, facials, femcirc, some watersports, punishment, humiliation, misogyny and much more.

I look forward to hearing from you!