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According to the Law of Kumar
Background:
As I completed the second edition of "Veiled Justice," a new idea came to light, based upon my fictitious Arabian country in the gulf (Kumar), where females are forced to veil under the laws of strictest Purdah. In this short (single I think) story, we follow Sam Jones, a lecturer at the London school of law as he travels on a working assignment to Kumar and finds himself in a relationship of a very different kind.
This story was originally prepared for Tales of the Veil: http://talesoftheveils.info and includes the usual bondage and cross-dressing you would expect from my stories. I would however ask those expecting bondage, to bear with the story as it develops, because bondage comes later.
I hope you enjoy:
Setting the scene:
My name in Sam (Samuel) Jones and I've been tutoring criminal law at the London School of Law since leaving the bar and the incredibly stressful world of a criminal barrister two years ago. Granted I earn a lot less money in this job but it doesn't carry the hours or the stress that ten years in the private sector did. I'm 38 now and enjoying the daily routine of teaching the next generation of lawyers and barristers and since leaving my chambers two years ago, I've never worked a weekend!
The London School of law is one of the UK's leading institutions and we receive a new batch of eager students each October; embarking on the three years that should take them to the Law Society. We also get quite a few foreign students from all over the world, seeking an education at one of the world's best schools of law. I was just starting my third year when my professor visited my office, around two weeks from the beginning of term:
"Good morning Sam, I trust you are well," the tall balding man in his late fifties opened the conversation as he did many times, in my office.
"Good morning professor," I replied standing up to shake his hand. "What brings you to my office on this glorious morning?"
"Well Sam, I have an opportunity for you," continued the professor. "I've just come from a meeting with the dean and she has informed me that our school is setting up a partnership with a school of law in the small Arabian island of Kumar. As part of our new partnership, the dean has asked me to recommend one of my best tutors to spend the next term in Kumar city, lecturing their students."
"Are you asking me to go to Kumar for a year," I quizzed the professor?
"Yes Sam I am," replied the professor. "You've been with me two years and have shown an amazing aptitude for teaching criminal law so I think you will enjoy this challenge."
I thanked the professor for his support and for the next half-an-hour we discussed the package, which included three return flights back to the UK (Business class of course) during the first year. If I wanted to extend the visit this would also be possible and while the school would provide me with a house in Kumar City (in the grounds of the school), I would still be paid in the UK as an employee of the London School of Law.
For the next week, I thought long and hard about the professor's offer. I'd just broken up with my long term girlfriend and being single, I had no ties to London. For these reasons, I entered the professors office on the following Monday and accepted his offer.
Two days later, the professor brought a girl in her late thirties to my office:
"Sam, may I introduce you to Amara, from the Kumar school of Law?
"Nice to meet you Amara," I responded, shaking the hand of a very attractive girl of Indian origin with long black hair and a smile to warm the heart of any man.
Now I have to admit that I've always had a thing for Indian girls but Amara was certainly special! Like most Indian girls, Amara was short but well proportioned. She was smartly dressed in a silk blouse, short skirt and black tights or stockings (another favourite of mine). Around Amara's neck was a long (very long) multi coloured silk scarf wrapped around her neck once and the two ends dangling to below the hem of her mini skirt.
"Good morning Mr. Jones," said Amara, breaking off from shaking my hand. "The professor has told me all about you and I'm looking forward to working with you in Kumar."
The professor then said his goodbyes and left Amara who was allocated from the Kumar School of Law to take me through some cultural differences between our two countries.
"Mr. Jones, I will assume that you have never been to Kumar," explained Amara as she sat down in the chair normally allocated to students asking for my support as their tutor. "Kumar is a very different country to England and our cultures are very different."
"I'm sure they are Amara," I responded. "First of all, you may call me Sam and while I find the whole Islamic scene a little weird, I will however fully respect the laws of your country."
"I'm glad to hear that Sam," continued Amara. "The first thing I must tell you is that you will be the first ever man teaching in the female only part of our school. In Kumar, girls must be veiled while in public at all times so we are a little concerned about bringing a man into the female only part of the school. The dean and I however believe that you will bring experience that the girls will only benefit from!"
"I appreciate your confidence in me Amara," I continued my questioning. "What do you mean the girls will be veiled at all times in public? Surely you do not mean I will have a class full of Burka clad girls in their twenties?"
"Yes, that is exactly what you will have," responded Amara. "According to the laws of Kumar, all females will respect the strictest Purdah and therefore while in public and in the company of a strange man, we will all have to be veiled and in Kumar, that means a Burka with our entire bodies covered, including our eyes."
"How will my students be able to see to read and write if their eyes are veiled Amara," I quizzed this extremely attractive girl, who had the sweetest smile and the most intoxicating voice.
"Ah Sam, the eye veils are always a thin mesh so our vision isn't badly restricted," replied Amara.
Over the next week, Amara and I spent more and more time together as she brought me up to speed on a country that seemed bizarre to say the least. I'd seen many females in London wearing Burka's and always felt that they looked miserable within the all encompassing tent. Amara on the other hand explained that she felt naked without her Burka but being from India, she always took the opportunity to be free of the Burka when in another country.
On the Following Sunday, I found myself on a British Airways 777 on route from Heathrow to Kumar City. Amara had left on the Friday night and promised to meet me at the airport on arrival in Kumar City
Arrival in Kumar:
It was very strange experience arriving in Kumar. About 100 miles out and descending into the night, all the females around me in Club Class, started to veil. Most used a quick trip to the washroom to fetch bundles of cloth from the storage lockers and soon I was surrounded by woman wearing tents, with absolutely no facial expressions. As the airplane doors opened, even the female BA crew members, covered the heads and faces in dark blue corporate silk scarves, leaving only their eyes visible. As I entered the emigration hall, I met my first female in an all encompassing black Burka with only a mesh square in her face to look at:
"Your reasons for coming to Kumar Sir," asked the female emigration officer?
"I'm here to teach at the Kumar School of Law," I responded.
"How long will you be in Kumar," asked the faceless official?
"Until June I expect," I replied. "I do however have three tickets home throughout the term."
"Welcome to Kumar Mr. Jones," she then replied, stamping my passport at the same time.
I then headed to baggage reclaim and picked up my three large cases. On route through customs, I was stopped by a man in a uniform with a female colleague in a black Burka standing beside him:
"Excuse me Sir, what is your reason for coming to Kumar?"
I then approached the customs officer and smiled at the Burka clad female, before looking back at the male officer:
"I'm here until June to teach at the Kumar School of Law."
"Ah, my sister is studying law at that school," the female Burka clad officer joined the conversation.
After a few more questions, I was free to go and entered the large arrivals hall, with absolutely no sign of Amara.
"Over here Sam," I heard a familiar voice!
"Amara is that you," I called out, looking at female covered from head to toe in the usual black tent with only a square of mesh in the region of the eyes:
"Yes, it is me," replied Amara. "Who did you think it was?"
I laughed and told Amara that I would never get used to females having to wear those ridiculous tents but Amara just laughed back, telling me that I'd little choice while in Kumar.
Both Amara and I sat in the back of a dark blue Mercedes S-Class on route to the university. She explained that the school had a fleet of cars just like this one and I had constant access to a car and driver while in Kumar:
"I suppose you couldn't drive wearing that thing," I teased Amara who must have been starring at me from behind her veil.
"No silly," she responded, putting her gloved hand on my knee. "Females are not allowed to drive in Kumar."
I just laughed in response as we drove through the streets on Kumar City, where I now got the picture of thousands on men and woman, the woman all covered in these Burka tents of many different colours. Even some of the men wore head coverings that hid their faces:
"Amara, are men supposed to veil as well in Kumar, I asked in a bit of a panic?
"Why would you where one Sam," Amara started to laugh?
"Not unless I had to," I replied pointing to a group of young men who all had their heads and faces covered by a multi coloured scarf of sorts.
"There all wearing a Shemagh Sam," explained Amara. "It is a type of desert scarf that was designed to protect your face from the sand and trade winds. Many woman in Kumar hate having to be veiled all the time so more and more are forcing their men to veil as well so you'll see quite a few men wearing the Shemagh in Kumar."
"So the Shemagh isn't compulsory Amara," I quizzed?
"Not unless your woman demands you wear one," Amara giggled in response.
I was beginning to like this mysterious girl. I had seen her back in London without the Burka and I liked what I saw back then so I longed to see her beauty again:
"Ah we're here." Amara broke the silence as the Mercedes pulled up to a set of heavy gates and spoke to the security guard in Arabic.
As we drove through the vast grounds of the university, Amara pointed out the apartments belonging to the students and then the modern cottages that were provided for the staff:
"This is your cottage," explained Amara as she pointed her gloved hand towards number 35. "Mine is next door to you (No 33)."
We got out of the car and the driver brought my bags into the open planed living room. As he left, Amara showed me round, explaining that all the staff cottages were the same, all with two bedrooms, two bathrooms and the open planned living room and kitchen. It was plain but modern and cool with the air-conditioning.
"You can surely take that thing off in here," I suggested to Amara!
"Sadly not," replied Amara. "According the law of Kumar, I must be veiled at all times in public or in the company of a man who is not my husband, father or brother."
"Ah; your lose," I teased in response, looking at the female tent that stood in front of me.
"Actually Sam, I like wearing my Burka," responded Amara in a semi serious voice.
"I'm sorry Amara, I didn't mean to offend you," I replied. "I just thought you might want to relax when around me and out of public. It can't be easy being stuck in that tent all day and night."
"Yeah, it is hot under here Sam but I like the security this tent gives me but it is the law," explained Amara. "Anyway, if you want to unpack your cases, I'll go next door and prepare some food for us both."
Now that would be an interesting concept! How would Amara eat, while wearing a Burka? Whatever the answer, it would have to wait as she headed off to her next door cottage and I started the process of unpacking my suitcase.
I knocked on her door around, seven and after a longer than usual wait, Amara arrived at the door:
"Sorry Sam, I had to put on my Burka," explained a panting Amara.
"No you didn't Amara," I responded. "You chose to put it on all by yourself!"
We laughed as Amara led me into the living room and sat me down at the table. It was clear that Amara wasn't going to join me as she explained that in Kumar; men and woman didn't eat together so I ate while Amara served me. Shortly after I headed home, Amara explained that she would have her dinner.
Life in Kumar:
For the next term and up until Christmas (my next trip home to London), I settled into a new routine in Kumar. I worked from around seven or eight in the morning to four-ish. This suited my lifestyle perfectly, giving me plenty of time to catch up on swimming, jogging and all things that the wonderful middle-east weather permitted me to do (unlike England). Swimming was an interesting concept in Kumar. The university had two outdoor pools and as you would expect one for males and the other females. Teaching though was an even more interesting concept. My class was made up of twenty girls, all in their late teens, early twenties and all wore the dark blue or black tents that I'd now become accustomed to in Kumar. On the first day of teaching, all of the girls refused to speak to me but slowly over the first two months, around half were now communicating openly and we had an excellent debate during each class and/or lecture. During the one-to-one tutoring, I was struggling with just under half the girls, all of whom just wouldn't talk to me all. As time passed, I accepted the strange culture and Amara and I grew closer.
It was now mid December and I was preparing to head back to the UK for Christmas so on the eve before my flight, Amara and I were sitting in her living room watching TV, which had become quite normal:
"I've really not asked you before Sam but how are you enjoying teaching in Kumar" asked Amara?
"I really enjoy it Amara but I'm concerned about half of my class," I started. "I do not understand it, half the girls openly communicate with me and take part in my lesions and therefore those girls get the most from my one-to-one session. I just feel that the other girls are not going to do as well because for whatever reason, they don't like being taught by a man."
Amara just laughed and turned towards me:
"The reason they don't talk to you Sam is because they can't," laughed Amara.
"Ah, they're mute are they," I quizzed?
"Well sort of," replied Amara. "They are probably gagged."
There was a stunned silence in the living room and the only sound was that of the TV and the hum of the A/C in the background:
"Gagged Amara, what do you mean, gagged," I ended the silence?
"It's just that," Amara went on to explain. "While the law of Kumar requires all females to be veiled in male company, the law of Purdah requires all females to be silent in public and around men who are not related. That means that half of your class follow the laws of both Kumar and Purdah and therefore I'd guess, in fact I know, they are gagged under their Burka."
We continued chatting for some time about Purdah and what it meant to be a young girl living under her father's requirement to adhere to those strictest laws. I should take this opportunity to explain that bondage really excited me and while veiling was a strange form of bondage, being forced to hide behind the veil, gagging was 100% part of bondage:
"Did you have to gag when you were young," I asked Amara?
"No silly," replied Amara, placing her gloved hand on my bare leg (I was wearing shorts) like she had done many times before now. "I'm from India and my father isn't Muslim so I've only experienced veiling since I came to teach law here in Kumar."
"Silly me," I responded. "So Amara, have you ever experienced gagging when here in Kumar?"
"You are being nosey tonight Sam," Amara continued. "Some of the female teaching staff and I have gone out into the city at night and yes we have all gone out gagged, to see what it was like?"
"And what was it like," I continued my interrogation?
"It was fun Sam," explained Amara. "Because you cannot talk, we had to communicate by writing and in the bars we had to drink using straws, which the barmen automatically served us, guessing we were gagged behind our Burka's. You see Sam, it is quite normal here in Kumar for females to be gagged under their veil and quite erotic too!"
Now here was a turn up for the books. Amara was starting to loosen up in my company but maybe it was because she was a little drunk from the wine. I should also point out that alcohol in Kumar is freely available, unlike most Arab states. During my briefing by Amara back in London in August, Amara had explained that unlike most other Arab countries, Kumar had given up on trying to forbid alcohol and instead put in place some quite severe punishments for those caught drunk and disorderly but not happy-tipsy-drunks! For me, this meant Kumar was a sociable place to live and enjoy yourself as long as you could get over the fact that men and woman were certainly treated differently.
"What do you mean Erotic," I continued to question this tented girl who was now leaning against me on the sofa?
"You know Sam," Amara teased. "Bondage is erotic and that's why I enjoy being veiled all the time. Its' part of bondage; and therefore gagging is all part of the bondage scene too!"
"Ah, this all makes sense to me now Amara, you're a little bit kinky," I laughed. "Anyway, you could easily remove the gag if you wanted!"
"Not if it's locked on Sam," Amara continued trying to make me feel uncomfortable.
"You mean to say Amara that you locked the gag in place before going out and left the key at home," I joked?"
"Yeap just that," Amara laughed turning her head to face mine, forcing me to stare at the black mesh covering her eyes.
It was then Amara made the first move, forcing her cloth covered face into mine, trying to push her tongue into my mouth:
"That was unexpected Amara," I teased, coming up for air. "It might be easier if you weren't wearing the Burka!"
"Yes it might," replied Amara coming in for another kiss. "It wouldn't be as fun though!"
"I don't know about that," I continued to push. "I'd like to kiss you properly!"
"There is one option," replied Amara, getting up and heading towards her bedroom. "I'll be back in a second, don't go away anywhere."
Within only a minute or so, Amara was coming back into the living room, still in her Burka but carrying a bright blue and white silk scarf in her left hand:
"This might seem a bit kinky," explained Amara; "but if you let me blindfold you, I will remove my Burka?"
"Amara, I've already seen your gorgeous face," I replied.
"Yes you have Sam but not in Kumar," Amara came back, folding the triangle of silk in a thick band. "As we're in Kumar, we must respect the laws of this country!"
Amara continued to approach, pulling the thick band of silk across my eyes, turning my world into darkness. She tied a single knot behind my head and then brought the two ends to the front of my face, tying a double knot and at the same time, pulling the thick silk tighter into my face. That completed, I heard Amara rustling with something and I hoped it was her Burka. She then approached me again, straddling my naked knees and forcing her tongue into my mouth. She was an amazing kisser and my dick grew as she pushed harder and harder and her stocking (or tights) clad legs rubbed against mine, driving me completely crazy.
"Fuck, you are wonderful Amara," I praised, coming up for air.
"Well, thank you Sam," responded Amara. "Do you want to take this a little further?"
"You've clearly got control of the situation Amara," I teased, "You lead the way!"
With that, Amara, pulled me to my feet, (still blindfolded) and led me towards her bedroom (I hoped). Next thing I knew I was standing with my arms around my girl. She was clearly wearing silk underwear (a Basque), attached to a garter belt and then silk stockings:
"Do you like what you feel Sam," asked Amara as she stroked my face, teasing the silk that kept my world in darkness?
"You know I do Amara," I responded as this kinky girl, pulled my shorts off, followed by my boxer shorts.
Next Amara started pulling my T-shirt off:
"Let's be careful Sam, we don't want your blindfold to fall off," she teased!
I laughed and told her that I could easily take it off, lifting my hands to the soft silky scarf that was tied tightly around my head.
"You could Sam, but that would be cheating," replied Amara. "Anyway, I could always tie your hands behind you back with another scarf, I have plenty of them!"
"Umm, so you could," I purred in response replacing my hands on Amara's silky smooth body.
As the night went on, Amara pushed me onto the bed and once again she straddled me, forcing my throbbing dick inside her warm and moist pussy. We fucked on for a few hours but in the end, I never saw Amara's Indian beauty that night. At some point in the early hours, she replaced her Burka and we fucked again, with her tented and the silk scarf hanging round my neck. This was even more erotic but in the end I left Amara, heading back to my cottage and London the next day.
A New Yea, a new Term and a new challenge:
I arrived back in Kumar in early January after a relaxing trip back to the English winter. Amara met me at the airport (wearing a bright red tent) and we went straight out to the city, while our driver took my bags back to the cottage. He agreed to collect us around eleven and Amara and I went out for a drink to one of Kumar's clubs, favoured by students and teachers alike.
"Why have you brought me here tonight and why the red tent," I yelled over the loud music?"
"Because it's Christmas," replied Amara.
"Christmas was three weeks ago and therefore Santa visited Kumar and London on the eve of 24th December. This is the 8th January," I yelled!
"Ah but we all went home before Christmas so a number of the staff are celebrating Christmas late," laughed Amara and she introduced me to seven other red Burka clad females.
"Well ladies are you all going to have a good time tonight," I yelled as the music got louder or it was just me getting older?"
All I got was a garbled response from them all and I broke down in laughter.
"Ha, you're all gagged aren't you," I screamed in laughter.
All of the red Burka clad ladies nodded their heads.
"So why are you not gagged tonight Amara," I quizzed, while ordering us all some cocktails?
"Would you prefer it if I was Sam," replied Amara?
"Not really my dear, just curious," I teased. "I have to admit that you look sexy in the red Burka!"
Amara just laughed in response, telling me that I must be delirious or actually missed Kumar while in London for Christmas.
As the night wore on, the girls all got quite tipsy and at around eleven, Amara had gone to tell the driver to come back at one o'clock. As she arrived back, Amara brought a group of five smaller black Burka clad females:
"It's nice to see you back in Kumar," yelled Alicia, one of my Kumarian students!
"Well thank you Alicia," I replied. "Did you have a nice Christmas?"
Alicia then took me through her three weeks in Kumar with her family and I told her about my holiday in London but clearly these girls were out to party. Just after mid night and a weird time on the dance floor with ten or twelve tented females, I broke off towards the bar with Amara and Alicia on tow (I think).
"So Mr. Jones, Amara tells me that you are going to join us at the trial weekend," asked Alicia?
"What trial weekend," I asked?
"Alicia, Mr. Jones and I haven't talked about the weekend yet," explained Amara. "I wanted to break this one to him gently!"
"Okay girls, tell me now," I laughed. "I'm drunk and therefore probably open to anything!"
Alicia then turned her veiled face towards Amara and Amara then nodded, giving Alicia permission to explain:
"It's really simple," explained Alicia, approaching much closer to get her voice heard over the loud music. "At the start of each term, the Kumar City court offer over the city court house for us to use for a series of practice trials. Amara helps us out every term and it would be fantastic if you would help us too."
"I don't see any reason why not," I replied, not knowing what I was getting myself into.
On the way back to the university, Amara slept in the back of the Mercedes and it was only the next day (Monday) at lunch did I find out more about the trial weekend.
"Hi Sam," said Amara, approaching from the far side of the university enterence hall. "Alicia has now given me the details of the trial weekend on Saturday and Sunday."
"Oh yes and what have you gotten me into," I asked sarcastically?
Amara then explained to me that I would be on trial for an inappropriate public display of affection:
"And who did I have this inappropriate public display of affection with Amara," I asked?
"Me of course," replied Amara.
"Well that's okay then Amara," I laughed. "So will you be on trial too?"
Amara then explained that the court hearing was set for four on Saturday afternoon and I should arrange to be driven about an hour in advance. Amara said that she would be there all day, helping the young law students as they dealt with a real Kumarian judge. This sounded all very exciting and we continued our week, towards the trial weekend. I should say that Amara and I spent most evenings with each other and enjoyed some more passion with her either tented or me blindfolded!
I arrived at the Kumar City Central Court House at just before three on Saturday. I was met by one of my students, wearing an official courthouse uniform of dark blue jacket, trousers and Nijab. It was normal in Kumar for police officers and other official government females to wear these less restricted outfits:
"Good afternoon Mr. Jones, I have the script here for you to read before I escort you for your trial," she explained, handing me a piece of paper:
The two defendants were caught by Kumarian police officers on Sunday 8th January while outside a Kumarian night club, holding hands and showing affection for each other in public. While the female defendant was dressed appropriately in a red Burka, the male defendant of western origin was without Shemagh. On questioning by police the male defendant showed absolutely no respect for Kumar or Purdah.
At 4PM on Saturday 14th January, both defendants will be tried for inappropriate display of public affection.
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