Message-ID: <5367eli$9711021157@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: j-tied Subject: New Story: Tribute. New author--Seeking comments. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.stories.erotic Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <345C109D.17883B50@innocent.com> Tribute ...by j-tied This story is my first attempt at writing erotica. However, it might be called more a work of erotic fiction than of erotica since it follows several aspects of Alisha's submission and shows how and why the path of Alisha's life mixes with those of her Masters rather than exploring submission only on a sexual level... The story begins by explaining how she comes into the king's service. It then follows her adjustment to a new life of slavery and the extreme pleasure that few people seem to understand a submissive can feel while in service. The final story will include M/f, m/f, and f/f scenes; one scene will contain S/M; Bondage and Domination/submission are key elements. If you haven't already caught on, this story is written for adults. If you are under 18, go away NOW... don't read any further and don't come back until you're older... Since my news-server appears unreliable at receiving all articles, ***Please email comments to j-tied.not@innocent.com*** Let me know if you want to see the rest as it's written (more is currently being written) ........................................ Chapter One: Leaving Her Old Life .................... As the family nervously prepared to go before the tax collector, they wondered at what his reaction would be to the surely disappointing amount of tribute they managed to scrape together during this hard year. Would he accept what they have — nearly all they have brought in from the fields — as the king's proper share with understanding of the difficulties of farming? Would he allow them the chance to gather more of the harvest — delayed so long by the late rains — and return to their village the following month? Or, as they had heard in so many stories — stories which they believed could only be fanciful frights woven by the storytellers from other villages — would he truly steal their eldest daughter? If such stories were true, it would be Alisha he would take as she was the village lord's eldest — a great loss to both her family and the family of her betrothed — at 20 years of age she would have been married the following spring. Father had a brief bleak thought of how life through the coming difficult winter would be easier with one less mouth to feed. He loved Alisha, but knew that after their hard year, her food-share might be all that kept her brothers alive that winter to help him plant the field the following spring. He felt ashamed at the thought that if the stories were true, his daughter's fate far from here might be all that ensured the family's survival. It was this shame that he knew would strengthen his tenacity as he begged and pleaded with the tax collector to accept the meager offering of crops which he had to give. Dressed in their finest clothes so as to not offend the nobleman they now departed to see, they carried sacks of wheat to the tax collector's court. Sadly, it was the richness of their dress that prompted the tax collector to be sure they were withholding untold riches from tribute. He had never lived as a farmer and knew only that this village had been among the richest in all his previous years on the job. Despite Alisha's father's best attempts to placate the tax collector with what he had and a promise of more to come later, the tax collector demanded that the family would deliver a tribute fit for their majesty or be dispersed from the land. When the family insisted that they had no other wheat for the tribute, the tax collector suggested his standard offer knowing no family would ever allow such a thing to actually befall their daughters by choice. If they truly hid any wealth, the offer was the only thing to ever successfully bring it forth. He demanded a "full and right tribute of grain or a full and right tribute of your eldest, unwed daughter to personally serve the king from his harem for a year." The tax collector knew that with such a demand he occasionally brought the king a new toy. But this thought didn't even cross his mind anymore as he issued the ultimatum. The normal course of events was that the family would return — normally within the hour — bringing with them their hidden wealth. He did not expect the immediate response this family gave which revealed their true desperation. When they immediately broke into tears saying they didn't want to lose Alisha, but knew they must agree to his terms if he insisted, and begged him to reconsider, he desperately wished he could. But he knew that if he did, many others would never pay the king their due. Instead he covered his surprise by simply informing the family they had until his departure the following afternoon to prepare the girl for service in the king's harem. Then the nobleman asked if Alisha's service would be of a high-quality... Knowing what his question implied, her father answered that she was a virgin. Suddenly the tax collector felt pity on the family before him; he knew he couldn't grant them what they desired, but did recognize the pain of their loss. Out of his compassion, he told them that their daughter's service would be a fair tribute and they should keep the wheat they had originally brought him as tribute. The father remembered his earlier thoughts born from the family's desperation and began to cry from the guilt of his role at sending his daughter into such a life. The next day her mother insisted that everyone but Alisha leave the house. Maia explained to Alisha as gently as she could exactly what this type of service to the king meant. Maia protected her daughter as best she could by instructing her on her of some things men enjoy so that Alisha would not be shocked when the time came. She also explained how to make the first experience as enjoyable as possible for the woman. When it was nearly time to take her to the tax-collecting nobleman, Maia dressed her daughter in a way which she thought would please the king, and hopefully simultaneously protect her daughter until the king's introduction to her. First, Maia gave her daughter a richly-colored purple panty made of lace. There was also a bow in the front. Alisha thought the ribbon was simply for decoration until she noticed it was the ribbon that closed a long opening stretching from her pubic mound to her anus. Alisha decided she felt she needed an item of jewelry, but couldn't find anything suitable. Then her eyes landed on the large, brilliantly-cut amethyst which she chose to place in her navel. Her belly button cradled the stone beautifully and it complemented her bare torso from the swell of her breast to the "V" formed by the top edge of the purple panties. The "V" drew attention downward to her pubic mound as if an arrow were painted on her abdomen. Then Maia focussed on Alisha breasts; Maia wished to accent them as much as possible so that her daughter would likely feel pleasure before feeling the pain of being entered for the first time. She found a nice strip of leather, about 3 inches wide and 18 inches long. The long edges had a rope alongside them which continued past the narrower tapered ends in 4 pieces, each about 18 inches long. Alisha did as instructed and placed the leather beneath and around her bare breats. It pushed her breasts straight outward and together as she tightened it and tied it around the top using two of the strings. Maia tied the other two cords around the back of Alisha's neck to support the upward push the colorfully striped leather was giving her breasts. Alisha wasn't sure of the purpose of the next item. Was it for decoration, pleasure, or pain? It brought an odd wetness down between her legs as she began to pant slightly from what the oddest sensation she ever felt. An eight inch black chain was draped between her breasts, attached to her body by two gold cords, one cinched around each nipple — which is why she was experiencing a precarious balance of pleasure and pain. It also seems another sensation was forming in addition, one she could not quite identify since she had never felt it before — she could only label it as anticipation, an eager anticipation. As every woman knows, nothing grants intrigue more than mystery. It was for this reason that Maia gave Alisha a transparent yellow scarf to drape over her breasts. It was tucked into the ropes stretching up from the breast-leather around the back of Alisha's elegant neck. Her hard, pink nipples and pendulous breasts could still be seen through the scarf — just not harshly enough to reveal sharp outlines. The more subtle curviture and bounce was quite alluring and would certainly make a good first impression on the king... Another scarf — this one lavender and blue — was tied around Alisha's long hair which had been braided down her back. Maia also told Alisha that some men liked the feeling of long hair draping down and tickling their nipples while a woman made love to them from the top. However, for the first encounter, she'd prepare Alisha with her hair pulled back to allow the king easier access to her daughter's body without her hair coming between the lovers, so as not to create a barrier to the enjoyment of her breasts which might be all that prepared her body for a man's assault. Next, to allow her to travel with less embarrassment, Maia gave Alisha a blue semi-transparent scarf to place over her chest and grant her the security that comes with a mysterious decency in attire. It was tucked into the ropes of the leather breast-rope so that it could be easily removed upon entrance to the palace. In addition a shawl was draped over her back to travel in. Although her mother suspected that it would be removed instantly by the Harem-master upon her arrival (it simply covered too much of Alisha's body), she wanted to ease the strain of the journey and do all she could to ensure her daughter's arrival in the same condition she left in. Besides, maybe it would not be removed so quickly, after all the open-crochet, ivory pattern and fringe all along the edge did accent Alisha's body quite prettily. Then Maia finished the preparation of her daughter by going into the box that her personal treasures and getting out a rope with special meaning. The beadwork contained in the rope was of a design created by Alisha's grandmother and unique to her family's possessions. As she tied the rope firmly above Alisha's knees, Maia hoped the rope would protect her daughter — both from the great pain of being assaulted on the way to the king and from harsh treatment upon her arrival at the palace. Alisha didn't like feeling hobbled, but agreed to follow the wishes of her mother. Shortly thereafter Alisha's father and brothers returned with the news that the tax collector was preparing to depart. Amidst a tearful goodbye she was led to the nobleman by her family. As they approached, the whole village watched their procession. Alisha was one of the most beautiful village members, yet embodied a rare gentle kindness. She had always been helpful to anyone who needed it. They would miss her caring demeanor and friendly smile. But would they be kind enough to welcome her back if she should ever be allowed to return? .............................. Chapter Two: Arrival of a New Slave .................... When Alisha arrived at the palace she was taken to the great hall by the tax collector while he went to find the king and deliver news of his recent travels. Alisha listened to the scattered conversations taking place around her. It seems many noblemen are often gathered in the great hall both to conduct business and to socialize. Instead of meeting the king as she had expected, the tax collector had returned with a man he introduced as the Harem-master. It was the Harem-master who was to pass first judgement on her. Rather than a polite greeting as she was accustomed to as the village leader's daughter, his first words to her were a harshly intoned order to kiss the hand of her task-master. She didn't realize it, but he did this with all the new slaves to come under his authority as a means of judging their level of defiance. Although she was startled, she gracefully bent her face to his hand after a brief look of threatened defiance into his eyes. He explained that harem slaves were expected to serve the Men in many fashions. One constant service was to have an appealing appearance. For this reason they were expected to wear clothing only by necessity to go into the cold or for the desire that a well-dressed slave could inspire, not for the purpose privacy. He said she must comply with the expectations of a harem slave, and to begin must remove the clothing she wore for the sake of privacy. When she hesitated, the Harem-leader explained he would force her to comply if necessary. At the Harem-leader's insistance, Alisha removed her "privacy" clothing (actually nothing more than a fringed shawl over her back and a navy semi-transparent scarf over her chest area) while leaving in place the colorfully decorated breast-support band tied with two lengths of coarse rope and a transparent, yellow scarf obscuring her breasts just enough to provide some intrigue. He noticed there was also a black chain draped between Alisha's breasts, the ends of which were cinched to her nipples by gold cords. He decided that this slave's attire was well-prepared and realized she must have come from a noble family. He then had her turn and dance so he could see if she was pleasing to the eye from all directions and if she was graceful. As time passed she noticed the great hall growing more and more quiet as the noblemen ceased the myriad of their conversations and activities to enjoy the newest exhibition. Meanwhile the Harem-master was already planning several types of outfits — deciding which colors and styles would best suit the newest wench. The Harem-master didn't know how long he would have to prepare additional styles. He knew she would continue to wear her current attire until after the King allowed her to join the rest of the harem in the afternoons. It was during these first afternoons with the harem that she would begin to sew the clothing he designed for her. The Harem-master began informing her of the new rules she would live by, although she was far too overwhelmed right now to remember most of them. He explained how some would be throughout her service and written out for her to read each day. Others were only necessary in the beginning, and still others could be added by the King at any time. When Alisha attempted to ask a question, the Harem-master told her that she was to ask the other women her questions — that he was quite busy enough. The Harem-master also harshly reminded her that she had just broken one of the rules he was outlining for her by speaking to him without first gaining his permission to speak. This statement brought appreciative chortles from the growing crowd of noblemen. She bowed her head as she realized that her life as she knew it no longer existed; her only purpose in life was now to be here for the Men's pleasure. Slowly the level of noise and excitement began to rise again. This time she heard enough of their conversations to realize that she had something to do with the level of excitement in the room, but there was also an eagerness for the king's return. She thought they eagerly awaited the king for whatever business had brought them to his palace. However, their eager anticipation of his arrival was something of which she didn't have a clue: after the king's first enjoyments of his new prize, he'd share her talents with a few of whatever noblemen happened to gather in his great hall on their visits to the castle... When the Harem-master tired of testing her will to defy what he demanded, and decided she would be fit for the harem, the Harem-master notified her that she should use the evening to adjust to the new status of her life. He explained that she was lucky to have arrived while the King was away for the evening and would not return until the following day. As he looked at the submissive tilt of her head, he thought to himself that this one's will to escape would probably be broken within that time. If he knew the qualities of her demeanor which left her so admired in her home village, he'd be sure of it. But he did not yet guess the secret of her essence: she would not only quickly learn to accept, but later come to thrive on this submissive sexual service. Since Alisha must wait to ask questions of the other women, it would be several days before she'd have the chance. Until then she would need to try her best to comply with whatever some of the rules meant, not knowing that the rules designed to apply only in the beginning of a slave's service were meant to be confusing and lead to automatic punishment. They however had to do with conduct in the great hall which she would no longer have the opportunity to err in. Since she had already broken a more serious rule by speaking to the Harem-master without his permission to speak, she would spend the time until the king's return by herself, told to dwell only on the new rules in her life and become intent on following them. Then she was informed that since she was going to her new room for an isolation period she could wear the blue scarf and shawl again as she might have need of the warmth they would provide and since her comfort would not interfere with her service. As she was taken to the room which would isolate her for the night, she thought to herself that isolation didn't sound like such a bad punishment. She had no idea that in several days she would learn how just how harsh punishment could be... In the very center of the room was a large four-poster bed. There were only two other furnishings in the room (a chair and a chest of drawers) making the bed an even more prominent feature. Yet, the Harem-master informed Alisha she was not to sit in the chair. This confused her as there was no other seating in the room. She'd already been informed that her bed was for sleeping and for sexual entertainment, but that she was not to use it for any other purpose, such as a sitting area. And for tonight she could sleep on the bed, but was not to use it in any other way until the king's entrance. The room's mirrored walls imparted an even more distorted, caged & captured feeling to Alisha's psyche. The Harem-master went over to the chest of drawers and found some ropes and wrist-cuffs... He told her that he needed to prevent her escape until he could trust she would stay. He also said that being bound would help her learn submission to the rules and desires of the Men. He began by placing a pair of cuffs on her left hand. He placed one of cuffs on her left wrist and the other one chained to around the palm of her left hand. This made it difficult for her to use her left hand to pick things up or move them. To the short chain between the cuffs he tied another rope which draped onto the floor for the moment. Then he tied a third rope through two loops on the wall; it was to this third rope he tied the rope from her cuffs which now draped only slightly on the floor. Although this rope was not long (she could barely lie on the nearest side of the bed), tying her in this fashion would allow her to move further around the room than if he'd simply tied her rope to one of the rings. However she was too intimdated to notice the compassion he'd shown the new slave by allowing this slight bit of more freedom to her movements. Just before leaving the room he placed a blindfold of purple cloth over her eyes and brought its long end-strings around her head back to the front where he tied the strings together over the bridge of her nose. She was now in a state of sensory deprivation, from which the first feelings to emerge were her fear and confusion. She quickly pushed those out of her mind and in their place she found that her bonds peaked her anticipation of what was to come while offering a completely unexpected perverse pleasure of a kind previously unknown by Alisha. Alisha wondered if she would ever become accustomed to living only to serve the King. When she remembered all the rules she must learn, and that there were penalties if she didn't, she decided that she'd best practice those she could remember even tonight and whenever she thought she was alone so she would be less likely to err while in the presence of a Man. This meant that her only options aside from sleep were to remain on the floor while standing, sitting, or lying with her legs open. She realized this meant sitting lotus-style or indian-style to keep her legs spread and pubic area exposed, or lying with her legs spread-eagled. Upon seeing her begin to follow the code even when she thought she was alone, the Harem-master's eyebrow raised in curiosity. It seems the King truly would have an enjoyable, useful slave from this one someday. She not only had the creativity and grace which he had noticed earlier, but evidently also a wise intelligence to decide to adjust quickly and an admirable ability to set aside her fear. The Harem-master decided he had witnessed enough and left the room to attend the other slaves under his authority. They would need much of his attention while the King focussed his energies on the new one. As a new slave Alisha was surprised that her imagination, as well as her "deprived" senses, actually seemed to be set free by her isolation and her bonds. Her mind roamed freely in unexplored, exciting new ways, as she began to seriously contemplate what sex must be like. Yet there was also the fear, and before the fear could become panic, she decided to pass the hours by developing some postures which she believed might later be useful. Alisha had always been a very creative woman by nature, so many positions began to come to mind. While imagining the positions necessary for a lover to be able to hold, caress, tease, and penetrate her womanhood, she learned useful technique in these first hours. Immediately she realized the most naturally useful and comfortable position for her was a lotus, with her hands raised over her head, palms together, and her thighs spread wide until crossed below the knees. This was the position she preferred, but she knew there would need to be other positions as well... She remembered being told that most often lovers lay down together, but that sometimes sitting, kneeling, and standing could lead to interesting expressions of passion as well. She found many positions to remember as she tried to keep herself from wanting to sit on the bed or the chair. The ropes wouldn't allow her to reach the chair anyway, but it was easier to try to avoid the thought, as well as many other thoughts which occasionally appeared unwanted in her mind — such as her disgrace at the fact that her first sexual encounter would not be with her betroathed in her village, but rather in sexual service to the King. Truth be told, she loved neither the King nor her betroathed, but would have followed her father's wishes to marry the young man he'd chosen. Anything, she thought, would be preferable to the status of a concubine. Yet this was her life now, and she would learn to live it. Alisha's insightful wisdom to make her new life as comfortable as possible would indeed make her a valuable slave. The fact that some actually chose to live this lifestyle was unknown to her, and even farther from her conciousness was the possibility that she could be one of them. At the time, she thought of her choices only as an attempt to ease her adjustment to her new status. She did not realize then that a desire to serve others was so inherant in her nature and that this life she now had might be her only chance at sexual fulfillment without guilt over such desires. But even so, Alisha's life was now a difficult one and in these coming hours she had many rules to learn, to remember, and to obey... The Harem-master soon returned and brought her a three-course dinner. He sat the tray down upon the floor and removed her blindfold since she was not yet accustomed to functioning without her sight. He suggested she eat quickly because he would return in a half hour to replace the blindfold and remove her dinner tray. She quickly ate her dinner, then took the remainder of the time to have another look around the room. She was glad for the opportunity to do so now that the blindfold was briefly gone again. Alisha peeked inside the chest of drawers. She was amazed and frightened by the shape and textures of the objects inside. It was then that she began to truly realize the type of treatment she would receive here. The top drawer was full of wrist/ankle cuffs, many lengths and thicknesses of rope, belts, chains, and bars of wood with loops on the ends. She couldn't imagine why such an assortment of restraints would be needed, but then she had no clue to her Masters' own creativity. The second drawer held a variety of textures: sandpaper, a citrus zester, several feathers varying in stiffness and size, and various other clamps, clips, and brushes as well as several other imagainatively collected instruments (most seemed to come from the kitchen, the bath, or a workshop). In the third drawer she discovered dildos of various shapes and sizes and other items obviously stored here to penetrate a woman. The bottom drawer contained various lingerie and imaginative outfits. As Alisha closed the bottom drawer she noticed a copy of the rules posted on the side of the chest of drawers. At first she was grateful for its existence, maybe she wouldn't break as many rules as she was originally expected. But her concern quickly grew worse than it was before as she began to read them. Some were relatively easy, others she knew would be difficult, and more simply felt degrading — but she must follow them all or face the consequences — consequences which were still a mystery to her but frightened her nonetheless after seeing the King's idea of a plesure-chest. The paper read: "I _____ am a slave. I am here to serve the King in his harem in the following manner as he has set forth for me: *Members of the King's harem shall aspire to the ideal of growing her hair long. *A slave must bathe regularly and shave her legs and underarms at least twice per week. *No slave may wear more than one layer of coverings while in the private presence of the King. *As a harem member, I must always be accessible to the King. When his presence is expected, I must always ensure that there is nothing blocking his access to my womanhood. If I wear panties, they must have an opening allowing easy access to my cunt. *The King and his Harem-master are to always be addressed as 'Master.' *Although only those Men chosen by the King to use of his slave may engage in full sexual activities, all Men are potential Masters and should be always be addressed 'Sir' or 'Master'. (Any female chosen by a Master to receive a slave's pleasure shall be called 'Mistress' during the slave's service) *All slaves must never speak to any Man without first gaining his permission with the question 'Master, may I speak?' *All slaves shall share their ideas with the Master, but will allow him to choose whether or not to follow them. *Harem slaves must keep a written journal of her fantasies. Both the King and the Harem-master may demand to read this journal. *As a harem slave, I must keep my knees at least 4 inches apart while sitting, standing, or otherwise motionless and widely open my legs at the first touch upon my inner thigh. I must participate in any public sexual display ordered by a Man as long as the Man remains fully dressed. *A slave must not privately masturbate without the approval of a Man; the Man who grants such approval is entitled to watch if He so desires. *Members of the King's harem must never engage in private sexual entertainment (except exhibitting her masturbation to the one who granted her permission) with a Man other than the King or a Master of the King's choosing. However, the Harem-master's special status allows him to do as he pleases except for full sexual intercourse. *If the King chooses to allow another Man to use this slave sexually, such a Master will present a letter signed by the King and exhibitting his seal detailing the length of service and limits on what may or may not be done. *As a slave, I must make the best use possible of my body from hair to feet—but especially of hands, lips, and tongue—to bring pleasure to my lover(s). *A slave must never willfully allow a Man to intrude upon her body except by her well-prepared womanhood. If a harem slave's womanhood is not wet when a Man is ready, she must prepare herself immediately by making herself prepared within 3 minutes. After 3 minutes, artificial lubrication may be used if needed to prevent injury—but a mild punishment may ensue. A more severe punishment will occur if the slave inappropriately denies a Man or suffers injury caused by not being properly prepared for penetration using this rule. *I must remember the positions taught to me by my lovers so as to improve the quality of my future service. *All slaves failing to obey these standard rules or any other Master's order will be punished. The King, Harem-master, or Man chosen by the King to enjoy his slave are a slave's Masters. Being forced into compliance is not sufficient punishment; suitable punishment will later be applied by the Harem-master and the one offended. These rules shall be read aloud each day immediately following the slave's bath so that she will always remember them." The rules repeated themselves again and again in her mind as she laid down on the bed — finally, something soft touching her body — and quickly fell asleep... Alisha awakened to notice her dinner plates removed and her breakfast in its place. Since the breakfast was cold gruel, Alisha did not even know how long it had been there or whether she had in fact worn the blindfold overnight. She ate her breakfast and suddenly realized she too was eagerly awaiting the king's return. Anything had to be better than the boredom she experienced yesterday evening and her fear/anticipation of the unknown... Finally, after what seemed like most of the morning, the Harem-master entered her room. He told her the King had returned home and that he would now prepare her for the King's first visit, which would be soon when the King has finished his bath. Once again he blindfolded her and told her to remain standing until the King told her to do otherwise. Alisha felt the Harem-master remove the shawl from her back and shoulders and the blue scarf covering her breasts. Then he reached for the rope between her knees to remove it. She instantly turned away and refused to allow its removal, insisting that her mother insisted that her knees not be untied by any hand other than the king's or her own in the king's presence. The Harem-master became irrate at her defiance — he would punish her later — however, he quickly considered whether the King would indeed be pleased by the rope and its implied guarentee or prefer having his newest slave prepared in the normal way as the King had told the Harem-master to always prepare them. The Harem-master decided that his word would be enough for the King when he informed the King that there had been such a rope and that he had removed it. Besides, such an action would show this wench exactly who was in charge. The Harem-master removed the rope, forcibly spread her knees three times the required distance, untied the purple bow on her panties and quickly but firmly brought his hand fully against her womanhood. He was pleased that she was prepared for the King and turned to leave her contemplating the overwhelming desire she had suddenly felt at his touch. Alisha was shocked to find herself beginning to feel disappointed and frustrated that the King takes such long baths. After all the recent events transpiring to bring her here and to stimulate her curiousity, fear, and yearning, she was becoming so anxious that it was difficult to believe that this was her first time love-making. Then, when she felt she just couldn't bear even another single moment of waiting, the King finally arrives. The King's first sight of Alisha is of her standing bound to the rings in the mirrored wall in position the Harem-master had placed her, with her legs already widely spread. Her long hair is plaited in a braid partially hidden from view by the long lavender and blue scarf which could be quite handy for enhancing her other bondage as the day progresses. She is scantily clad in a very appealing manner. He sees she is wearing a nipple chain partially obscured from view by a semi-transparent yellow scarf draped over her breasts — yet it only hides them partially. He notices the way the scarf is tucked into the ropes of the colorfully striped breast-leather. The slave's breasts are appealingly accessible as they're pushed forward and together by the way the leather's ropes are tied above her breasts and behind her head. A large round amethyst is cradled in her navel and her only real garment is the purple lace panties — with the obscenely untied bow of purple ribbon. The King became excited by the beauty and creativity of style exhibitted by his new slave — so much so that he was immediately distracted before recognizing the family heritage pattern (the beadwork in the rope which his Harem-master brought to him just before he entered the room). The King smiles widely, although Alicia couldn't see it. He orders her to raise her bound hand above her head, put her right hand on her hip, and to slowly turn clockwise so that he can enjoy the view of her body from all sides. He also can't resist telling her "I'll see it from all angles later." She does as he instructed — unsure whether he is pleased by her appearance or not; for some reason she doesn't quite understand, she desperately wants him to be pleased with his newest slave. When the King tells her to stop turning and step toward his voice she is overjoyed at the thought that she must indeed please him. He asks her which she thinks would give him more pleasure, kissing her breast or kissing her womanhood first? He doesn't wait for an answer as he reaches for her womanhood with his hand. Feeling the moisture flowing out of her makes his dick start to swell even more. He doesn't understand how it has happened so soon, but he is very excited. This one apparently can turn him on so much faster than the others have. He decides to set aside a throrough exploration of his new slave's body until later and instead orders her to undress him. Alisha reaches out toward his voice and touches his shoulder. She removes his jacket and kisses his neck as she does. The King moans softly; he wonders how it is that she is so good and yet still a virgin? Nervously she reaches to remove his belt, but this time he has a surprise for her. As she slowly pulls it away from him, he suddenly reaches out and takes firm hold of her hand, then loops the belt around it. She is startled by his sudden movement and wonders what she had done wrong. He walks toward the bed with her in front of him; he's pushing her slightly in his rush to reach it. He attaches the end of the belt to the bed. When he tells her he will release her left hand for her to use instead, explaining that he wants to see if she's as good with her left hand as she is with her right, she learns that she didn't do poorly, but rather was being treated harshly because she had impressed him and was making him eager for her. The thought of having acquired such a talented slave was already beginning to overwhelm him. He had never left his stately court-manners behind and been overtaken by the fire within him so quickly. He quickly untied her left hand so she could continue his thrilling torment. After her left hand had been chained all night long, it felt odd to use it again. It was difficult to open the buttons on his shirt, so she also began to use her teeth to hold the fabric as she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. It was slower going than the jacket had been, and the King obviously was eager for her to finish, but wouldn't help. He simply continued to moan softly and began to thrust his hips forward as she lowered her hand to his pants. The waistband was a drawstring and she quickly opened it by holding one string in her teeth while pulling the other one. She had kissed his chest with each button she'd opened, but now he told her he wanted her to save the kiss from the waistband and use it a little lower. Her nervousness began to surface, but she pushed it aside and thought only of making this life be the best she could. The King wiggled out of the pants as she began to pull them down. She was surprised when they seemed caught just below the waist. When she reached to remove them she felt a hard extension from the King's body holding them there. As she touched it to remove the pants, he thrust his hips forward so that her hand touched the length of him. He then began to move against her hand and ordered her to kiss him. As her lips brought a tentative kiss to his tip, he jerked forward and she found her mouth full of him. He grew even harder and larger until she thought she could no longer stand it. Then he pulled out of her mouth and laid her upon the bed. She didn't understand what was happening as he ripped the yellow scarf away from her breasts and brought his lips to her body for the first time. As he pulled the nipple chain off she felt a sharp pain; but then, the feeling immediately began to change as he began to suckle her nipples. He licked and sucked one breast while rubbing, pinching, and pulling the other nipple. Her body was overwhelmed with new sensations and she too began to moan softly. Hearing this he knew he could now enter her without causing any injury. He continued to use his mouth and hand upon her breasts, but reached his other hand down and spread her legs wide. He moved his body so that his torso was between he legs and came down on her. She recognized the feelings she had felt earlier when the Harem-master touched her womanhood and noticed that it was even better when the King's dick was swollen along the length of her rose-petal exterior. He then decided he could wait no more and pulled slightly back. She immediately missed the feeling of him against her and reached her hips toward him. Then, she screamed. He began to enter her and the pain was overwhelming. But the pain quickly the pain began to pass and she thrust toward him as much as he thrust deep inside of her. Now that she felt what womanhood was like she was glad she had pleased him earlier instead of arguing and defying him. Her body began to quiver as she also began to moan. But her moans were not soft, they were loud — very loud. Surely the whole palace could hear her, but she didn't care. If this is what it meant to service the king, she was glad to be here. Her own body felt an enormous wave of pleasure and she squealed with an overwhelming joy. As the King experienced the sound, sight, scent, and feeling of her climax, he was brought to the edge of his own. It was grander than most he had ever experienced. To witness the birth of a new slave and to see her enjoy it so much overwhelmed him. She had pleased both him and herself. The thought of how lucky he was to possess her was his final thought before his own clilmax took over... The King soon took pity upon his slave and for her excellent service this day and decided it was time to explore every inch of her body, inside and out. He wanted to see just how strongly she reacts when she becomes very excited. He removed her bondage so that they would have freer movement. Then he gently kissed her on her eyes, then her nose, then her earlobes, and then her lips. She was beginning to sigh her approval and seek more. He teased her with a deep kiss, then kissed her more gently once again. This time as he touched her breasts, he only used a feather-light touch. The act made him smile and decide to use a real feather on her skin. He went to the chest of drawers and picked out just the right one — firm enough to reach wherever he needed it to, yet soft enough for just the barest sensation of a caress. He returned to Alisha and began to explore her body with the gentlest of caresses. First he brought the feather down along her cheeks, down along her neck, and around each breast in turn. She murmered and pushed her chest forward. Then he delicately kissed each of her nipples while lightly brushing the feather over her other one. It might seem she was getting all the pleasure this time, but actually the King was having quite a bit of fun (and knew the longer made her wait for his manhood, the better the climax could be for both of them). Soon the King felt he had teased her breasts enough for now, and asked her to roll over. She immediately responded and didn't even think before complying as if his request had been an order. Good, he thought, she will quickly be truly mine. But now he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he was. He placed some massage oil on his hands, rubbed them together to warm it, and began kneading the muscles of her back, shoulders, and arms. As she relaxed she felt as if she were dreaming. Could this really be what life had in store for her? It was nothing as she had expected and she was truly enjoying all of it. The King rolled her over once again and as he removed her blindfold she realized it was not a dream. She had never dreamt of such a handsome face as this one which now kindly looked down upon her with a gentle, yet surprisingly sensual, smile. And the smile spread not only along his upturned lips, but also to his pink cheeks and sparkling blue eyes. His dark, wavy hair was out-of-place with his fair complexion and eyes, but it made him even more uniquely handsome. He continued to massage her body and with her new position was able to rub her breasts, abdomen, and legs. Alisha's senses were screaming inside her head, but outwardly all that was audible were soft sighs and moans. He enjoyed rubbing her breasts, holding the swell in his hand, gently squeezing and rubbing. For right now he ignored her nipples, he knew the hard feel of them in his hands or mouth would make him abandon what he was doing to plunge within her and cum again. Instead he caressed the smooth skin of her stomach and hips and barely brushed her womanhood as he continued down her legs. After reaching her toes and taking a few minutes to massage them he began to move upward again. However this time when he kneaded her thighs, be bent down and kissed her womanhood. It was a long lingering kiss which ended as soon as she lifted toward him. He still wanted to tease her until she was eager enough to beg him to enter her, and then a little longer. He caressed her buttocks then brought his hands up to the small of her back, around to the front again, and downward over her hips again. She immediately again lifted her womanhood toward him. He chuckled, but when he reached her knees he moved his hands from the tops of her thighs to the inside and firmly ran them back up to her center. Briefly he touched her clit — just a soft, questioning touch — then moved away again. While caressing her thighs he pushed her legs further apart until he could clearly see the whole of her womanhood... the soft, moist rose-petal skin, her throbbing, swollen clit, and her cunt he was eager to enter. This time when he lifted away his left hand, he moved out from between her legs to lie beside her. His right hand, still on her inner thigh, now moved slowly upward, turning to greet her womanhood spread there before him. The heel of his palm pressed firmly against her clit and she responded with a moan and opened her legs as wide as she could. He would continue his tactile exploration of her body, but this time from the inside as he reached a finger toward her opening. Keeping the heel of his palm on her clit he rubbed his fingertip back and forth over the opening, simultaneously moving his palm as it rested on her clit. She quivered, and spread her legs even further. Then he rubbed his fingertip along the opening and began to reach in. Now his hand moved off her clit but only to be replaced by his forearm as he thrust his finger inside her. As he moved around inside, his breathing too became quicker and shallower. When he felt reaching a plateau she couldn't progress from, he slowly placed a different finger inside and after it was also wet, plunged both fingers into her cunt. Now Alisha began rocking her hips and moaning quite regularly. He thrust his fingers in and out until he could stand it no longer and climbed atop her. His dick was so hard and swollen it was easily the width of 4 fingers, yet she was now so wet that she begged him to plunge deeper, faster, harder. They both thrust in unison, and his hands moved along her sweat-covered torso, gripping her breasts. He told her to hug him tight and rode her deeper and harder than he had ever fucked any woman. They came in unison with a series of loud grunts and moans as their whole bodies were overwhelmed by the power their lovemaking released... When they awoke the next morning they made love once more. When the King prepared to leave her room, he leaned down and kissed her goodbye even while teasing her womanhood once again with his hand. It was evident only to the King and Alisha that her will to leave was already beginning to break after her first day with the King. As the King didn't acknowledge it, Alisha thought it was her secret alone. What only she did know was that her will to escape was already gone: she would serve her year with honor and gratitude for the world the King had opened up to her. ... Alisha had now been with the King for a week. She had in fact been his every morning and night of the week. It was then that the King decided it was time to see the full range of her reactions. He had seen her emotional highs as she reached sexual orgasm, but there was still her defiance in the first days needed attention. The Harem-master had told him about it nearly a week earlier. She may have thought it was forgotten, but the King knew it was only delayed while she learned to want to submit to his will. This young beauty would now need to be punished so that she would remember to serve Men properly both when it benefitted her and when it only seemed to benefit her master. By the end of the night the Harem-master might be sure that her will was broken — or at least bent to serving her master at all times. If it was, she'd be ready to live with the others without causing the Master to lose any power over them. Alisha never expected to find a dark side to living in the harem, but one was quickly making itself known. Luckily for Alisha the King was not a sadist — for she was surely no masochist — but there were evidently tools available for punishment. All the tools she had seen up to this point had come from the chest of drawers. It contained only tools for pleasure and erotic stimulation. She didn't even know of the existence of another set of tools until now. Her isolation in the mirrored room had ended after the first day, but she had spent all her free time since then with the King and hadn't yet had the opportunity to discuss such things with the other slaves. Now, as the Harem-master chained her to the wall of the new room — one which very much resembled a dungeon, she began to feel true fear in the pit of her stomach. He had brought a basket of tools with them to this room which most certainly would cause her to remember this punishment. She was thankful punishments were only given on a utilitarian basis when the Harem-master decided they were needed and not frequently as they surely would be if the King enjoyed them. She didn't know if she could bear frequent visits to this place. The rest is currently a work in progress... .......... ***Author's Notes: Now that the setting and main characters have been introduced I foresee the more frequent sex scenes (more graphic?) and revealing much more of the domination of Alisha. Expect plenty more bondage as well since it happens to be my personal favorite theme :-) Although Alisha does not consent to all the things which happen to her, please remember this is a fictional fantasy. Real-life BDSM must always be safe and consensual. If you choose to act out any BDSM scene, be sure you trust your partner, have a safe-word, and properly use safe bondage. (And of course other safe-sex guidelines apply... Condoms are not the only devices necessary for safe-BDSM-sex! 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