Anita Malik is an interesting lady, the thirty six year old Pakistani Muslim lives alone in a beautiful bungalow in the country and is an avid horse rider, although her reasons for taking up riding are not the typical reason, you see Anita has a rather strong fetish for knee high horse riding boots and is never seen without her nicely polished knee high leather riding boots, of which she has seven identical pairs of, jodhpurs, usually in black but does change depending on what she wears on top, though its usually the top half of a shalwar kammezz in various colours, usually with gold detailing and a matching headscarf ... Or hijab as its properly known as. She lives alone after her husband, a wealthy surgeon, died just three years into their marriage. Anita never married again as she actually is a lesbian and only married as it was arranged, she did care for her husband, who was kind to her in return, even standing up for her when her father criticised her weight (she is and was always slightly on the plump side) saying she is beautiful as she is, he even bought her her first horse, but then the car crash happened, she has been on her own ever since ... Except for the odd fling here and there of course, she had to satisfy her extremely kinky desires somehow, oh yes that’s another thing, Anita was extremely kinky and loved most aspects of BDSM

Everybody loved Anita at the stables, she was always there if the younger riders needed advice or help, one such girl was nineteen year old Stacey Collins, a slim girl with her light brown hair in a pixie cut, the poor girl lived with her mother and stepfather, with whom she had a fractious relationship with, Anita and some of the other older members suspected some form of abuse going on too but couldn’t confirm it but it wasn’t the first time she would be caught sleeping rough in the stables to avoid going home, for a long time she would turn up in a pair of mens old rubber wellingtons untill Anita gave her the money to buy a pair of old knee high black riding boots she seen in a second hand store, they may be scratched and scuffed but Stacey wore them every day to the stables since and is grateful to Anita and did so much for her Anita would joke she is Anita’s personal stable girl, the truth was Stacey was developing a crush on her the Muslim rider

Of course Anita knew, it was so obvious but she played it cool, any time Stacey suggested if they could do anything together, she would give Stacey an excuse why she couldn’t but to Anita’s suprise and joy, the girl persisted with little gestures like a bottle of Anita’s preferred flavoured water just outside the stable her horse was in every morning she was due to be riding, Anita wanted Stacey so badly, though maybe not in a way Stacey may think, but she would find out soon enough ... When the time was right

It was a quiet afternoon at the stables, most of the people were out riding or just enjoying the weather, Anita was just finishing grooming her horse before leaving when Stacey came in shyly to see if Anita needed help finishing up

“No my sweet girl, however I was hoping to talk to you. Don’t think I haven’t forgot its your birthday.” Anita said sweetly “I was going to ask if you were doing anything special for it tonight”

“No, no one else seems to have remembered” she replied sadly, almost on the verge of tears, Anita knew that look, she had an argument with her stepfather again

“Well you can come out with me to my sister in laws along with some of my friends from the Mosque, it is only for a meal and a gossip and I do not know if it is your sort of...” she didn’t get to finish before Stacey blurted out

“I’d love to come, thank you, thank you so much” Stacey was suddenly bubbling over with joy

“Oh that reminds me” Anita pointed to a gift bag next to the door “A gift for you, I know how you love my outfits, happy birthday” Stacey picked up looked inside and ran to the next stables without stopping to say anything, after a while she heard Stacey call her in, when Anita came in, Stacey was naked except for top part off a beautiful black Shalwar Kammezz with a cobalt blue and silver detailing, and she was looking in the bag puzzled

“I don’t see the bottom half Miss are there supposed to be shoes too? “ she always addressed Anita as Miss, even from day one despite Anita insisting on first name terms, Anita knew there was no bottom half ... Or shoes” but played along

“Oh, silly me I must have left them at mine, we can pick them up on the way, oh, but before we do anything” she went over and pulled something out the gift bag Stacey assumed was just part of the packaging “My family are very devout Muslim and that means” she gestured to her Hijab theatrically “Modesty” and she unravelled the fabric, it looked like a thin black fabric tube withsimilar silver cobalt blue detailing, “May I?” she asked

“Erm ... Sure” said Stacey initially unsure what she ment to do but figured it out “oh ... Of course of course, please” so Anita looped it over Stacey’s head, and it fitted like a hood, Anita sorted it to it sat right on the shoulders then adjusted the upper part so it framed Stacey’s face, it was a simple pull on Hijab similar to what Anita wore, she found the ones she had to pin on place impractical, she stepped back took at look at Stacey, in Anita’s eyes the girl never looked more beautiful, the cobalt in the hijab accentuating Stacey’s lovely eyes, Anita was close to tears, first her hand slapped over her mouth in theatrical shock, then both hands over her heart

“Oh my beautiful girl, I have never seen you so radiant before” she looked at her watch “we better get going my dear” she looked at the sand and hard path “put your riding boots back on for now, don’t want sore feet do you?” Anita helped Stacey with putting her riding boots back on, she had noticed not just bruising on parts of Stacey’s body but he noticed cuts and burns too, if anything this strengthened her resolve, no man is going to harm this sweet innocent girl ever again, she pushed the left boot onto the foot and stood, putting Stacey’s old clothes in the gift bag, she took a look at Stacey, top half of A shalwar, hijab and now riding boots she teared up again “You are so perfect my dear girl, come my girl I will introduce you to my friends”

No one was around to see Anita an a half naked Stacey get in Anita’s Range Rover, Anita handed Stacey a bottle of water

“Here, you look like you need it” she said in a concerned tone, Stacey offered silent thanks and drank, she suddenly relised she had no underwear on but shrugged it off, she will put them on when she changes fully at Anitas, and they drove off, Stacey started to feel a bit odd, faint, she listened to Anita give her the lowdown on who will be there

“ ... Now Farah will be there, my neice, around your age, you may like her, then there’s Rabia, she is a strange one...” and she went on, Stacey Tring to get the weird feeling from her head, they got to Anita’s and Stacey started to feel really dizzy and said she was going to feel ill

“Oh sweet girl, I phone ahead and say we may be a little late, come, maybe a lay down may help you have been working all day” Anita said guiding the younger who nodded her head pitifully

“Just a quick half hour nap that ... that might help” she said pitifully, Anita guided Stacey to a room, she could barely stand and flopped on the bed in the smaller of Anita’s two spare rooms and fell asleep on the double bed still clothed, Anita’s smile looked predatory, she had the girl exactly where she wanted her, so much to do before she wakes up

When Stacey woke it was dark outside, must have been out for a few hours, she turned to see in the mirror on the other side of the room she was still in her riding boots Shalwar top and hijab but also had a what looked like a black collar with a silver edging on her neck, what she didn’t see but could feel them was a pair of matching shackles cuffing her hands behind her and her hands felt like they were confined in what she could only assume was tight leather mittens that didn’t have a thumb, looking down she noticed the boot ankles had shackles too but had two chains on it and one connecting her legs to restrict her to small steps if she walked and the other chain was fixed to the floor with a D ring, she struggled, shouted through her gag, anything to get attention

“Ah my Shazia, you are finally awake good good” Anita said coming in all cheerful

“What’s going on, who’s Shazia, please, let me go... “she tried to interrupt but Anita slapped her hard

“As Stacey you have no life no future, As Shazia I can make you happy” and despite the venom in her voice after she finished she gave Stacey the most loving kiss anyone had ever gave her her whole body quivered, being kissed like this from Anita was a fantasy of hers for a long time “and please call me Aunty” she added, Stacey looked at Anita’s kind face, the only person to ever show her any love or affection, Stacey was finding it hard to process all this new information. Anita hauled her up to her feet and circled her slowly, suddenly Anita started to squeeze Staceys breasts through her top hard making the poor girl scream but when Anitas hand went down to to her crotch and the girl erupted in tears, inconsolable tears, Anita stopped and sat her back down

“What’s wrong my girl?” she asked, for the first time since she woke up in the room she was the Anita Stacey had a long time crush on, she saw some realisation wash over Anita’s face “Your stepfather, he...” and she pointed down to the girls crotch, she nodded through her tears and Anita brought her in with a cuddle, using the corner of her hijab to wipe the girls tears

“He said it was my fault, that no one else would have me” Stacey said as she sobbed “it’s my fault” feeling Anita grip her tighter

“No it is not, my girl you are wanted, I want you, All this is for you, to protect you” but Stacey was still struggling a little with it all, feeling overwhelmed