The Harem (10 page)

“Thank you. I was thirsty,” I said.

“Me too… So, are you sleepy?”

“Not yet.”

“I have a flat screen TV enclosed in the wooden armoire there. Would you like to watch that Housewives show that you ladies all seem to like?”

“I only watch TV when I’m depressed. And tonight, I’m not depressed.”

“That’s good to hear. How do you feel, Cynthia?”

“Let’s see, I’m relaxed, I’m happy and… I have to pee.”

I jumped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Master Jeremy followed me, close behind. Did he need to go too? I went into the private room, shut the glass door, raised the seat and sat down. The door clicked open and there he was, towering over me. He wanted to watch me pee. Ashamed, I looked down at the floor. He told me in a firm voice to look into his eyes. I gathered my courage and slowly looked up. He looked intensely serious, with a cold look as he stared at me, through me. It took longer than usual, but I made water, tinkling loudly, never breaking his eye contact. Something shifted between us at that moment, an exchange of power. I gave him my body, my entire body, without shame.

And at the same moment, I became aware of a burning feeling of love for my Master. I was now, in reality, a member of his Harem. I knew I loved him, but I also knew I could never tell him of my overwhelming feelings. I didn’t want to screw up the good thing we had going. I was intensely jealous of the other girls in the Harem, but there was nothing I could do about it. All I could really do is show my love for Master Jeremy through my obedience and submission in bed. And I made a vow to myself to finally lose all this extra weight. I wasn’t so much worried about mousy girl, but I had to get my shit together if I had any hope of competing against the nipple ring girl. I was secretly mad at myself for allowing the Goth girl to get into the Pleasure Room first. That was a tactical error. I couldn’t let a mistake like that happen again.

After I finished, I turned my back to him in order to wash my hands. A dominating presence in the reflection, he continued to stare at me through steely eyes. I kept eye contact with him in the mirror. At that moment, I felt small, tiny compared to him. I dried my hands, feeling an inner joy at being smaller, for once. Yes, slim down, grow my hair out, and buy some new sexy clothes after I lose the weight. Maybe lose the bra. That’s the plan.

I turned around to face my Master. He took my hands in his and told me his plans. On this evening, we would begin to explore the contents of the little black bag. I was speechless and my heart fluttered and raced as he spoke to me. He explained that I needed to choose a safe word, so I could be fully in control of the experience. If anything he did caused me any undue pain or discomfort, I was to utter my safe word and he would immediately stop whatever it was he was doing to me. I felt nervous about it all, and couldn’t decide on a safe word, so Master Jeremy chose one for me. My safe word was to be the color “pink”, to match the lingerie he picked out for me, he said. We walked out of the bathroom, hand in hand. He put the black bag on the bed and asked me to unzip it. With trembling hands, I complied. He asked me to take every item out of it and place them side by side on the bed. There was:

Massage Oil

Lubricating Gel

Handcuffs

A Blindfold

A Pleasure Whip

A Riding Crop

Triple Love Balls

A Bullet Vibrator

Clitoral Sensitizing Cream

Two Feathered Nipple Clamps

It seemed Master Jeremy had gone on a shopping spree at the adult version of Toys R Us, there were so many items spread across the foot of the bed.

He stood behind me, fondling my boobs in his hands. He had been holding and squeezing my breasts so much in the Harem, I now felt empty and alone without his hands covering my soft vulnerable flesh. In my mind, I had transferred ownership of my body to my Master. What’s next? My mind? My soul?

He asked me to sit down on the bed, with all ten sex toys within arm’s reach.

He patted his lap, signaling me to join him. In my pre-Harem existence, I would have been deeply embarrassed to sit on someone’s s lap, but now the thought not to do it didn’t even cross my mind. Master took me in his arms and kissed me gently on the lips. He slipped back into his character of the reluctant slave owner, about to sell his prize Harem girl at the street auction. I reverted back into my slave girl Cynthia persona almost too easily, as if it came naturally for me to be two persons at once, trapped in the same body. As he indulged in his elaborate sexual fantasy, I felt his erection pressing firmly against my cheeks. He told me in a very gentle voice how special and pretty I am, how I was the prized possession of his Harem. But this was the way of the world. In a few days, the prettiest girls would be sold to the highest bidder at the auction. It was his business to find inexperienced slave girls for his Harem, train them in the arts of submission and sexual play and sell them for a profit, no matter how attached he became to them...

No matter how attached he became? Was this Master Jeremy’s way of saying he had become emotionally attached to me during the short time we spent together in his Harem? Something broke down in me then. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder, begging Master Jeremy not to sell me at the slave auction, that I loved him desperately, that I never wanted to leave his Harem and that I was deathly afraid of being whipped for my disobedient nature by my next slave owner. It felt cleansing to finally confess my feelings to Master Jeremy. Even if my tears were expressed by my slave girl character within the realm of the sexual game we were playing, the tears were mine, they were real, spilling out of my fat pig-like eyes, and leaving black streaks of mascara running down my bloated, flabby cheeks. I couldn’t seem to stop crying and feared I was having some sort of nervous breakdown. Master sat me on the bed and dried my eyes with a tissue.

He assured me we still had time to prepare for my transfer of ownership. After a few more sessions with me, he said, my fear of the whip would be gone. I sniffled, dotting my eyes with the tissue. He spoke to me in a kind and gentle voice, but he never broke from the character of the beneficent slave owner.

“Don’t you wish to fetch me a good price at the auction, Harem girl? Don’t you wish to make your Lord happy, to please him?”

“That’s all I think of, day and night, My Lord.”

“Then dry your eyes, slave Cynthia. It is time we lessen your fear of the whip.”

I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes one last time. I wondered if Master Jeremy knew I meant every word of what I said. I noticed his dark eyes widen when I told him how I truly felt, in the character of slave girl Cynthia. I couldn’t tell how he felt about my declaration of love for him. Did what I say make him uncomfortable? Did he feel the same way toward me, but was unable to express it? Or was I just another slutty needy girl he reeled in through the personal ad and manipulated into playing his dirty BDSM games? He wiped my cheeks and disposed of the wet tissues.

“Are you ready, Cynthia?”

He told me to take off the towel and lay face down upon the bed. I will remember every detail of what happened next for the rest of my life.

Chapter Nine

Jeremy

After the slave girl cried and confessed her love for me, I dried her eyes. I decided to do my best to make her ready for her next Master. I took a special interest in this slave. If the truth be told, I too had an emotional attachment to her. She kept my bed warm on many a night and I loved holding her large soft breasts in my hands and sucking on her perfectly shaped swollen aureoles and nipples. I chide myself now for allowing this fixation to occur with one of my Harem girls, for I am about to send her out into the marketplace, ill-prepared and untrained in the art of submission. Though she is inexperienced, I think she will still fetch a rather high price when I display her at the street auction. She is very pretty and feminine, extremely well endowed, obedient and demure. She will make some lucky sheik an excellent playmate in bed or in the Pleasure Room. She is a very good and sweet girl, loyal to a fault, and she deserved better from me. Perhaps someone else should’ve trained her.

Ah well. Hopefully it’s not too late. We shall prepare her for the next Master as best we can at this point. I told her to take off the towel she had wrapped around her waist and lay face down upon the bed.

The trainee was nervous and tense so I started the session by giving her a relaxing massage, just as I did earlier in the evening, before I had my way with her on the chair, releasing my issue into her womb. She moaned when I rubbed the knots in her muscles and she seemed to melt into the bed as I rubbed and kneaded her neck, shoulders, back, legs and back side. I licked inside the sweet cleavage of her wonderfully curved and feminine hips, swirling my tongue inside. I turned her over; spread her thighs and licked the moist fold of her sex in the way I knew she enjoyed. I licked and sucked on the nub of her clitoris with extreme pleasure. Next I applied two drops of Clitoral Sensitizing Cream to her nub. She started to moan when the skin of her clitoris became warm and tingled from the cream. I brushed my thumb lightly over her clitoris and her thigh muscles twitched and quivered. I turned on the Bullet Vibrator on a medium speed, resting the buzzing device on her outer folds, and touched her most sensitive and responsive spot with the rounded tip. Her muscles shook and trembled and the device made her scream and moan out in her release. I set the vibrator aside, turned it off, and slipped two of my fingers into her sheath over and over to heighten her orgasmic pleasure. I pulled them out and they were now coated with the white creamy effluence of her orgasm. Now that the womb was moist and ready, I rubbed massage gel onto the inner and outer folds of her labia and placed into her slickened sheath, one by one, the Triple Love Balls, connected by a looped retrieval cord. She breathed in, as she felt each weighted ball slide into and through the lubricated walls of her vagina. I closed her thighs and helped her to sit up on the bed. With each movement, the weighted balls shifted inside her, giving her a pleasant internal massage. The girl looked at me with wide, astonished and grateful eyes and I smiled back at her. Next I fondled my Harem girl’s pretty breasts, sucking firmly on her erect nipples. I picked up the two black-feathered nipple clamps off the bed. I held them up together at the tips of her lovely full breasts to show my slave how pretty the titillating adornments would look on her. I commenced nipple play with my slave. After sucking once more on the tips of the Harem girl’s large nipples, I pinched the metal clamps down gently over her tips and tightened the clamps on the side, until the slave breathed in and tilted her head back, moaning with pleasure from the stimulation. I was careful not to make the clamps too tight, in order to stay within her pain threshold and allow her body to get used to the stimulation.

“How does this feel, Harem girl? Are you uncomfortable? Do you feel any pain?”

“No, my Lord. No, it feels… very nice.”

“Remember, your safe word is “pink”. Don’t be afraid or ashamed to say it, if the pain becomes too intense.”

The Harem girl named Cynthia looked so fetching with the feathers hanging from the tips of her breasts. I reminded myself to display her this way during the auction. I pulled the love balls out slowly, one at a time. They glistened in the light as they emerged from her womb, coated with moisture.

I instructed the slave named Cynthia to stand up at the corner of the bed.

She appeared to be somewhat light-headed as she rose to her feet, but regained her balance. I took her hands and cuffed her wrists around one of the wooden spires rising up to the ceiling from the edge of the bed frame. I told her to clasp her hands on the wood, arch her hips upward, and hold on tightly. I blindfolded her. I told her she was about to be spanked for trying to escape the Harem earlier today. Since it was first time she was to be lightly disciplined by her Master’s hand. I told her she would receive only two hard slaps with the Leather Riding Crop. Ordinarily, the attempted escape of a Harem girl would require a much stiffer penalty, but I took pity on her. I slapped her sharply on the left cheek with the leather crop and she moaned out at the contact, hugging the post. The second slap made a loud cracking noise on her right cheek. She moaned a second time and I unlocked her from the wooden spire.

I immediately rubbed her cheeks with oil and the red marks left behind by the crop disappeared. I applied a generous amount of slick lubricating gel to my hands and gently massaged the tight opening between her cheeks with my fingers. As she relaxed, the tip of my finger slipped in deeper and deeper. I put on a condom, applied more gel to the tip of my penis and entered her opening from behind. With the lubrication, my penis was able to slip in several inches. I put my hands firmly on the sides of her hips and copulated with my Harem girl, in this pleasant manner. As I was just about to thrust deeper inside of her, I saw her twist the sheets on the bed in her fists and call out her safe word three times, “Pink, pink, pink!” I immediately pulled out and took off her blindfold.

I sat down on the bed with her, cradling her in my arms, allowing her head to rest comfortably in my lap. She apologized for resorting to her safe word. I told her it was not necessary for her to apologize. I asked the girl if she had ever had sex with a gentleman in that manner. She said that it was her first time. I complimented her for how well she did on our first try. I assured her that if we practiced several more times in our remaining sessions together, her tight opening would relax. Soon I would be able to more fully insert myself into her opening from my root to my crown, and she would be able to please her next master in this manner without pain.

I took off my condom, washed myself, and asked to be pleasured by her mouth, while lashing her skin gently with the Pleasure Whip. She looked up at me with fear in her eyes, but I assured the initiate that the whip only looked frightening. To demonstrate, I flicked my wrist and the soft satin tassels kissed her flesh. As expected, she shivered with pleasure at the contact and a tingling sensation ran down her spine to the back of her legs. As I expected, the slave girl took to the whip quite nicely.