The Harem by Paul Preston

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…”
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