The Harem by Paul Preston

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