Pathetic, helpless, thouroughly humiliated. The tiny arab doll woman looked up at me with wet eyes and gulped.
"What can I do?" She said weakly, desperation taking her face. "If you wish me to serve you, master, I must know what I am to do."
I chuckled and nodded. "Indeed, this is true, my pet." I looked her up and down and it became clear what I wanted. She followed my gaze meekly and waited for the command. Her trembling had stopped, she simply stood and waited for her new humiliation.
"Undress." I commanded simply.
Reham's expression fell and she nodded. As she reached down and began pulling up her sweater, I tapped her head and made her stop. She looked up in alarm.
"Slowly." I added. "So that I can savor it."
"Y-Yes, master." She gulped. "Of course. How foolish of me."
The twelve inch woman stared up at me a moment more, suddenly breaking into an unexpected smile, and began swaying sensually. She turned slowly, showing off her form, caressing her sides, and turned to stare up at me for approval.
"Yes." I nodded with a lustful glare. "Keep going."
"I will be a good toy, master." She whispered. "You'll see."
I said nothing more and sat back to enjoy as she began to flow into a sexy middle eastern dance. She swayed her hips, wagged her ass, and caressed her soft hands over her tiny body. She cupped her breasts for me, squeezed them, rubbed her ass, and brushed her hands over her pelvic region. She blushed as she saw my pleased eyes and danced her tiny body. Slowly, sensually, she began to raise her sweater. She left it over her bare midsection as she swayed her hips, closed her eyes, and bit her lip as she unbuttoned her pants.
"Yes." I whispered in approval. For a moment her eyes met mine and she smiled bashfully.
She continued wordlessly, breathing heavily, and raised her sweater over a black lacy bra. She let me stare, rubbing her hands over suprisingly well endowed breasts, and turned as she dropped her pants over her hips to reveal matching underwear. I was getting hot as the tiny woman swayed and moved gracefully, getting into the flow of her sensual movements and peeling off her sweater. She removed it, twirling it in her hands as she danced, and tossed it away onto the table, turning to see my reaction. She grinned with pearly white teeth as she removed her head scarf and grabbed it between her teeth, biting it passionately. My eyes grew wide as curls of dark hair fell around her hand. She tossed the scarf away and bent down to remove her pants, kicking them away.
Now I was staring at a supple and sexy arab doll. She continued her performance, bending down, placing her hands on the table, and shaking a firm ass in front of me. She caressed her long legs, grabbed between her thighs, and moaned a tiny moan as she stood up and turned her back to me. Her head turned and she grinned playfully as her tiny fingers reached for the back clasp on her bra. She turned back, holding it, and let the bra fall away, revealing two pert brown breasts with large pert dark nipples. She rubbed them, squeezed them, and teased her nipples hard with a little squeel.
Finally, she grinned and reached forward. I gave her my giant index finger and she smiled lustfully, placing it under the band of her panties and letting me feel the warmth between her legs. "You should have the honor of removing the final piece, master." She whispered.
I pressed down, making her gasp, and revealed a fuzzy dark bush. Her panties slipped down her ass and legs and she stepped out of them, proudly display her goods.
"Do you like me, master?" She gulped. "Am I pleasing?"
"Yes, my little doll." I responded, feeling my pants tented obscenely. "I'm hard for you."
"And what does master wish for me to do next?" She growled.