The Three Domains
Copyright © 2022, Dave Potter
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A Shared Bed
After we had been fed our tea by the maids, I bid my grandmother continue telling me all about her first day in the harem, for I do confess that I loved hearing her recollections. That world was all so glamorous and different to the closeted, provincial existence that I had hitherto know. I’m not saying that I would ever have wanted to live in the palace continually restrained as she was, unable to study, existing only to pleasure a man that I had not chosen (for I had always been clear that I would only ever accept a candidate for my hand and thus my bed that was of my choosing), but it was somehow exciting. Previously, sex had never been a topic suitable for conversation at home; it was relegated to whispers between other girls of my age who knew as little of the realities of the bedchamber as I did. Our world had been one of girlish fantasies, yet with grandmother it seemed so centre-stage in everything she did, and this titillated my senses.
“What would you like to know?” she asked with a smile.
“Oh, I don’t know, everything I suppose,” I replied, which was only half-true. What I really yearned to learn about was what happened in the Sultan’s bed. So, I plucked up a modicum of courage and asked, trying to sound only half-interested, “Did you sleep with the Sultan again that night? I mean, surely he missed you when you were away being enhanced…?”
Grandmother smiled, fully aware of my curiosity, for one imagines that all young ladies are alike in this manner and she was one herself years before. “Well, actually I did, although the experience was quite different to the first, and not as I had imagined, although it was pleasant in its own way.
“The Sultan naturally did miss me and wanted me in his bed as soon as he could. Like all boys, he was always obsessed with his latest toys and what could be more fun to play with than a concubine? Well, I guess that the answer to that is three of them, for the tradition in the palace was that, on her first night as an enhanced member of the harem, her whole troupe accompanies her to her Lord’s bed and so, that evening we were all bathed, had fragrant oils massaged into our bodies, our make-up perfected, and our hair done. Over the years, I had many different styles to please our Lord, but the one that I had that evening – two simple pigtails tied up with white ribbons – was both my favourite and his and, years later, it was the one I sported the final time that I was honoured with a call to his bedchamber on my last night in the palace.
“We were then led to the Royal Pleasure Chamber by our golden chains, our clit and nipple bells jingling erotically, promising untold joys to come. Our Lord was waiting on the bed, naked, his tool erect in anticipation. He smiled when he saw me, invited me on and remarked how I had grown since we’d last met. His words touched me, but I was still shy to be in the presence of such a great man, half-divine even. I tentatively crawled up the bed towards him and then moved my lips towards his to embrace as Ziazam had suggested I do. His lips met mine and I dissolved in pride and ecstasy as our tongues explored one another’s mouths and he stroked my hair with one hand whilst kneading my new breasts with the other, playing with the nipple rings causing waves of pleasure to shudder through my being. When we finally withdrew from one another he remarked that my kissing had improved as much as my breasts and then motioned for my Sisters to join us. He took time to kiss both Ziazam and Talleen in turn and then gestured for Talleen to lie beside him and Ziazam to withdraw. I thought for a moment that my beautiful eldest Sister had perhaps displeased him, but when she retreated only as far as his crotch and fastened her perfect lips around his rock-hard tool, I understand that quite the opposite was the case. ‘My God Ziazam, you are truly the best fucking cocksucker in this whole entire harem!’ I do declare that this crude language shocked me, particularly since it emanated from such a noble mouth, but neither Ziazam nor Talleen seemed nonplussed by it and I soon learnt that, whilst he was undoubtedly a man more noble than any other on earth, Our Lord did like to use dirty words in the bedchamber, perhaps to make us lesser mortals feel more included.
“He then turned onto his side, resting his head on Talleen’s gargantuan breasts as if they were cushions for his comfort, and then drew me to him, cupping my buttocks with his hand and engaging in another passionate embrace whilst Ziazam worked on his down below and Talleen rocked her breasts to and fro to caress his face. We continued like this for some minutes until he started to grow excited, and I thought he would erupt in my Sister’s mouth, but then she withdrew and asked, ‘Lord?’ ‘Not yet my little perfect cock sucker, not yet!’ so she let him calm down again before repeating her attack. All the while he groped and caressed my naked body, her bringing him to the edge no less than five times when he shouted, “Get off!” and both she Talleen withdrew from him, he knelt up, positioned his rod above my face and then, stroked it rapidly with his hand until jets of warm, salty seed splashed all over my face, drenching it.”
“He… erupted on your face?! But why? I thought that men liked to erupt in our holes!”
“Oh, my little chicken, you are as innocent now as I was then. Certainly, his actions surprised me although Ziazam had hinted beforehand that something like this might happen. ‘When it comes time for him to finish, he may not act as you expect,’ she’d said before adding, ‘or how you might like. But whatever happens, smile and be thankful.’ And so it was that the warm seed drenched me, some going in my eye and causing it to sting. I closed it to stop the pain, since with my arms bent uselessly into reverse prayer, there was little else I could do. I hoped he would wipe it off, but instead he simply knelt there watching me as if admiring a masterpiece, and so I kept smiling and said quietly, ‘Thank you Master for honouring me like this!’ That made him chuckle and he stroked my hair again so I was sure that I’d done the right thing, and we lay down again, him cuddling me and I wishing I could return the embrace. He paid particular attention to my behind and then, after some minutes, when we had both recovered somewhat, he suddenly said, ‘Zagiri, that is your name, right?’ I nodded at him and gazed at him through my one eye, for the seed was fast drying and the other eye had now dried shut. ‘Stand up and let me look at that bottom of yours!’ I did as I was bidden, standing on the silken sheets whilst he and my two Sisters looked on. He had me turn around and remarked to them, ‘Ladies, if that isn’t the finest bottom in all creation, then I am surely an idiot!’ Talleen cuddled up to him and replied, ‘Master, you are no idiot; Zagiri’s bum is peachy and perfect. We are proud to have her in our troupe.’ He turned to her, kissed her on the lips and remarked, ‘You have the perfect tits, Ziazam here the perfect lips and Zagiri here the perfect bottom. Perhaps the Marigolds are the perfect team, eh?!’ Ziazam wiggled between his legs and said, ‘We try to be, Master, for you are the perfect Lord!’
“With those words, she started sucking again and within seconds he was hard. This time, he ordered me on my knees, bum in the air, whilst he admired it from behind and approached me. I had heard that men sometimes like to push their members into the bottom hole but, in all honesty, I was dreading this as I’d always considered it a dirty and most private place. Sure enough though, the little golden plug that was in it with its twinkling jewel on the end was removed and he tried to push his rock-hard member into that place. However, try as he might, it simply would not fit and, after a minute or so, he clicked his fingers towards Talleen and she took my place, her mammoth mammaries squashing like pancakes beneath her, her own enhanced and sizeable rear presented for his approval. Ziazam motioned with her eyes for me to withdraw and so I did as he ceremonially took out Talleen’s own, much larger jewelled bottom plug, placing it next to mine and then approaching her with his member. Ziazam motioned for me to go under him and start sucking his dangling testicles which I did with gusto even though, as he started his rhythm, this was no easy to do. Ziazam herself went behind him and began to titillate his own bottom hole with her tongue. His excitement grew, the thrusts getting harder and every time he impaled Talleen she groaned, a strange mixture of toil and ecstasy. Within minutes though, we sense him about to finish and he rammed into her with force, spurting his load deep within her bowels before collapsing upon her.
“Minutes later we had almost reverted to our former places. He had replaced our two bottom plugs and was using Talleen’s breasts as his pillow again whilst holding me close, his hand on my bottom, as Ziazam lay below, his now limp member resting in her mouth. Within seconds, his breathing grew heavy as sleep overcame him and we smiled, knowing that we had done our duty and brought him great pleasure.
“Yet even as he slept, I could not. Partly it was the excitement, but there were other emotions too. The pride I felt in the compliment he paid to my bottom was tinged with worry about the fact that I knew it was my rear that he’d wanted to impale, not Talleen’s, and I had failed him in that regard. Most of all though, the erotic activities had caused a fire in my loins, an unquenched fire which, with my restrained arms, could never be quelled.
“But then, as his breathing grew even heavier and I heard Talleen start to sleep above me, I sensed movements, slight but perceptible. In the dark of the balmy night, Ziazam ejected herself from her position and sidled up to me. Silently, I extracted myself from our Lord’s embrace and then moved towards her. She positioned her face over my hairless crotch, and I did the same over her own denuded love channel. Reading each other’s minds wordlessly, we got our tongues to work, playing with the clit rings and exploring those sacred caves before, almost without expecting, I shuddered and found myself erupting with such pleasure, such joy, such indescribable ecstasy, that I’m sure I almost blacked out. It was my first-ever orgasm, and, despite all my expectations, it was a fellow female that had caused it.
“As I climaxed, so did she and we lay there panting for a minute or so, before silently embracing and then returning to our positions of service next to the Lord that we worshipped and loved so deeply, our feminine secret safe between us.”
After she had finished telling her tale of that erotic night, it was time for me also to go to bed. I retired to my room where the maid had run a bath. I entered it naked but with my arms still bound and she soaped me thoroughly. I wished greatly that my hands were free as the images of my grandmother’s steamy night with the Sultan were filling my head and I longed to touch myself.
Afterwards, I was towelled dry and released. My hands stayed chained behind my back though. That night the most lust-filled dreams filled my head, and I woke up twice, my sex on fire before finally drifting off into darkness.