The Harem (9 page)

I met the new girl in the library, but didn’t recognize her. She said her name was Phyllis and she had been referred to my home by a friend of a friend. She was wasted. Billingsley had gotten her a glass of wine, which was like pouring gasoline on a burning building. Sometimes I wonder about Alfred, and whether I trust his judgment. Really. Are the lunatics running the asylum here? I planned on having a serious discussion with Billingsley at a later date.

When Phyllis saw me, she threw herself into my arms, the contract in one hand, the nearly empty glass in the other. I embraced her, taking the glass out of her hand and handing it to Alfred. I got a closer look; Phyllis appeared to be under twenty years old, which instantly ruled her out. Suddenly, she turned a shade of green and we just barely made it to the bathroom where she vomited into the toilet. I held her hair back, washed her face and hands and called a cab to take her home. I waited with her for twenty minutes in the library and held her hand as she wept. About what, she didn’t say. When the cab arrived, I walked her out, gave the driver her address, prepaid him for the fare with a generous tip and gave instructions to make sure she was escorted to her parent’s front door. Goodbye, Phyllis. I watched her through the window of the cab, staring straight ahead, tears dripping down her cheeks.

I told Billingsley to tell anyone else who shows up that the club was closed for the night. I walked back to the living room and only Cynthia remained. She said that first Sapphire and then Evelyn had left. I sat down beside her for a moment and explained what had just happened with Phyllis. As I spoke, Cynthia slid off the couch to my feet and opened the sash of my robe. Never breaking eye contact with me, she cupped the underside of my root in her left palm, while holding my shaft in her right. My penis almost instantly became engorged with blood and grew in her warm soft hands. When I finished my Harem update, I petted the silky shoulder length auburn hair of my slave girl, asking her if she would like to kiss her Master’s erection. She nodded yes. I asked her to remove all her clothing, except for her pink thong. The slave girl kneeled obediently on a pillow in front of me, her breasts suspended over my lap, the tips of her extended nipples lightly brushing the skin of my thighs. She took my shaft into her mouth, swallowing it from the tip to the base and lovingly suckled upon it. She licked up the sides of my shaft and down to the sensitive, thin skin of my testicles. Holding the shaft to one angle, she sucked each side of my root into her eager mouth, kissing and licking reverently upon them for an extended period of time. I told the slave I was pleased with her and that she would earn a good price for me at the auction this upcoming week. She cried, her mascara making black streaks down her cheeks. She told me that she was falling in love with me and that she didn’t want to be sold to another Master who would use the whip on her tender flesh. After she calmed down and dried her tears, I offered my penis to suck upon and she greedily swallowed it whole once again. Sucking on me seemed to soothe her. She tried her best to make me come in her mouth. It took all my will power not to release my issue into her lovely mouth, but I had another desire for this slave. I had forgotten the slave’s name and she reminded me it was slave girl Cynthia.

“Slave Cynthia, pick up your little black bag and follow me to my bedchamber where you will keep me company for the night, always walking a few paces behind your Master. Leave your stockings, shoes and camisole here. Follow me, Harem girl.”

I stood up severely, tying the sash of my robe tightly around my waist. I left the room quickly, turned the corner and waited a few feet away. As soon as Cynthia came out of the living room, I pounced on her, grabbing her around the waist, picking her up and spinning her in a circle in the hallway. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, backing her up against the wall. I kissed her at first roughly, then tenderly, grinding my erection into her torso.

“Are you having fun, Cynthia?”

“I’m having so much fun with you, Master Jeremy. When I’m playing your slave girl, it’s like I’m somebody else.”

“What do you mean?”

“Someone who looks different, without all this extra—”

“I like you just the way you are, Cynthia.”

Cynthia gave me a very deep look, shut her eyes and kissed me with an open mouth.

“You really know what to say to a woman, Master Jeremy.”

“You were so sexy in there I came quite close to losing control while you were kissing me.”

“I really don’t mind swallowing, Jeremy.”

“You don’t?”

“Don’t be so shy with me. Just let go next time. You made me come with your mouth earlier. Shouldn’t I repay the favor? Remember, I’m in your Harem now. I’m yours to command. And it’s sexy to me. Would my Lord like another blow job from his slave girl right now?”

Cynthia lowered to her knees, put her lips over my shaft and began sucking on the rim, as before. When I shut my eyes briefly to enjoy the sensation, I heard a discrete clearing of the throat. Standing in the hallway a few feet away was Billingsley. Cynthia looked up, saw my servant staring down at her, sweetly kissed the tip off my penis and covered me up with my robe. I assisted her up to her feet and she stood dutifully at my side. She didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all with her public nudity, or the fact she was caught with her lips on my penis in front of my servant. Her transformation into my Harem girl was remarkable.

“Excuse me, sir. I don’t mean to interrupt, but after I straighten up the banquet room, will you need any other services from me this evening?”

“Please prepare a pitcher of ice water and two glasses and leave it on a tray beside my bed, then you may go, Billingsley. By the way, you recall Cynthia from earlier. She will be spending the night with me here at the Harem.”

“Very good, sir.”

“That will be all.”

Billingsley went into the living room to clean up.

“Come with me, Cynthia. Let me take you somewhere a little more private.”

I led my compliant Harem girl down a long corridor, holding her soft small hand.

“Up ahead, at the end of this hallway up, you may go left or right. If you go right, it leads to my Master bedroom. Therein we can relax and be ourselves, watch TV, bathe together if you wish. We can play sex games on my large bed, cuddle up afterwards and go to sleep in each other’s arms. Or, we could go left, and enter the Pleasure Room, and continue on with our little Harem girl scenario and explore the contents of your little black bag. But I warn you, if you choose to go left, you will lose total control to me, Cynthia, and you will not be able to get it back. The dynamics of our relationship will be forced to change, inside and perhaps even outside the room. If we turn left, it is no longer just harmless sexy talk or bedroom games. No, what goes on in there is real, with very real and sometimes painful consequences, both physically and mentally, for the initiate. For example, if you try to run off from me like you did earlier, you would be tied up, hung from the ceiling and whipped for your disobedience. And whipped hard… In the Pleasure Room you would become my trainee in the art of submission and I would be your dominant, sexually. You will no longer just be play acting the part of a Harem girl; you will actually become a sexual slave to me, Cynthia, and I would be your Master, in all things, for real. I fear it may have ill effects on our new friendship and you might not be quite ready to handle it. I want you to know that I like the person who you are and I don’t want to lose that person, the funny, smart, sexy English teacher that I just started getting to know. Of course, there’s no reason you have to lose your identity, we are simply expressing an alternative form of sexuality between a man and a woman. But still, I think it’s too soon for you. I advise against it, but the choice is yours…”

“You make it sound terrifying and enticing at the same time.”

“It is both and much, much more…”

We got to the end of the corridor and I had to make my decision. Which to choose? Complete domination or parlor games? Right or left?

“Couldn’t we try out the little black bag in your bedroom first?” I asked.

“That’s a very good suggestion, yes.”

“Have any of the other girls been in the pleasure room tonight?”

“Yes, Sapphire was blindfolded, tied up and chained to the wall during our session in the Pleasure Room earlier this evening.”

“My, at least you’re honest… Did you enjoy it?”

“I did, but I also equally enjoyed handcuffing you and tying you up on the massage table, and later coming inside you while you straddled me on the chair, just a few hours ago, remember?”

“How could I forget? Would the Pleasure Room draw us closer together, as lovers, Jeremy?”

“It very well may, but it could also just as likely rip our friendship apart, Cynthia. It could rip you apart.”

“I don’t know which way to go. It’s like choosing to read a book by Henry Miller, or cuddling up with one by Marquis De Sade.”

“An apt comparison.”

“You decide and I’ll follow.”

“I can’t choose for you. The way I see it, I win either way. I have a beautiful topless and soon to be bottomless woman to spend the night with, and to have sex with to my heart’s content. She even likes to swallow, which is certainly a bonus. I feel quite fortunate, either way. I would be happy going in either direction with you, but since I don’t want to scare you away on our first date, I recommend we turn right and play nice with each other. But it is your choice. So, which direction will you choose, Cynthia?”

Chapter Eight

Cynthia

The sexiest night of my life, continued…

After hearing the risk/reward analysis of turning left or right, Master Jeremy reached out to me and took my pale, trembling hand. Not knowing in advance in which direction I would go, I walked one step more, and then impulsively turned right. I took a deep breath, leaned up against the wall, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. My Master pushed me into the wall again with the throbbing erection, grabbed my boobs and sucked on my aureoles and nipples. I liked how he always seemed to have his hands on my tits, ass or pussy lips, and taking charge like he owned me. Jeremy’s such an ardent lover. Now, if I could just build up a little courage to turn left next time…

“Are you disappointed?” I asked, while he petted the lips of my sex over my pink panties.

“Lord no, I think you made the wise choice. We have plenty of time to try out the Pleasure Room, if you chose to remain in my Harem. I hope you do, because one day, we will go through that door, and it will change your life. You’ll never want to leave that room, and you may not be able to,” he whispered in my ear.

“I made the wrong decision. I should’ve turned left!”

“No, you made the right decision, Cynthia, I’m sure of it. Besides, we can still have a lot of fun in my room and you won’t get whipped…as hard.”

He looked at me in complete seriousness, and then winked. I smiled back.

Perhaps I will get to see what else is in the little black bag after all. I’ve carried it around the house all night, but I haven’t as yet worked up the nerve to unzip it and look inside. It’s kind of heavy and jingles when I walk, like a bag on Santa’s sleigh. I wonder what’s inside. As we entered his expansive bed chamber, the first thing I saw was his sturdy king size four poster bed. The dark burgundy legs rose high above the mattress like thin pointed church steeples. Jeremy caught me looking at his bed a trifle too long.

“Do you like it?” Jeremy asked.

“It… makes a statement,” I said.

“By the look in your eyes, you’re hoping to be tied and splayed upon it as soon as possible. Is that true?”

“You’re very observant, Master Jeremy.”

“Come. I’ll show you how to run us a bath, Harem girl.”

It was such a feeling of relief submitting to the sensual world of Master Jeremy. For the first time in my life, I was naked in front of a man but not self-conscious about my extra body weight. The way Master Jeremy was always touching my breasts, sucking on my nipples and stroking the unfurled lips of my vagina freed my mind from all the self-deprecating thoughts. His gorgeous thick shaft would now be at my disposal day and night, cupped in my hands or thrust between my lips or into my womb. He came for me and only me tonight and if I had my way, I planned to top him off.

Master Jeremy led me to his beautiful bathroom, nearly as large as the one bedroom apartment I was renting in Aspen Hill. It had a separate toilet at one end enclosed by a frosted glass door with a matching shower big enough for two.

The long marble countertop ran across one wall, with his and her brass faucets and vanity mirrors. On the other side of the room there was a spacious Jacuzzi, big enough to hold his entire Harem. It was so clean and modern, I wished I could break my lease and move in permanently. Aspen Hill has no aspens and no hills, so Master Jeremy, do you mind if I never leave your home? My lover ran the water, adding some bath salts that fizzed as he sprinkled them in. I slipped him out of his robe and removed my panties. My Master slipped in first and I lay on top of him, his arms wrapped around me, my ass giving him an underwater lap dance, his hands holding my breasts, his breasts now.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, sinking lower into the tub.

Master Jeremy knows how to relax a girl. He washed my body with scented liquid soap, shampooed and conditioned my hair. Wordlessly, he handed me a razor and shaving cream. I sat on the curved porcelain edge of the tub, opened my thighs and shaved my pussy while Jeremy intently watched, inches away. When we got out, he wrapped a large fluffy white towel around me and we lay down on his comfortable bed together. While we bathed, Billingsley had dropped off a silver tray with two tall glasses and a pitcher of ice water on the table beside the bed.

Master Jeremy poured the water and politely handed me the glass. You’d think a man in a position of sexual dominance would also make his woman feel subservient by forcing her to get the drinks, but Master Jeremy wasn’t like that at all. He’s just a nice person. After we quenched our thirst, he took the glass from my hand and set both glasses back on the tray.