The Three Domains: #9: Life in the Second Domain

The Three Domains

Copyright © 2022, Dave Potter

Previous chapter: Living in the Third Domain

Life in the Second Domain

The following morning, I was awoken by the maid, my wrists unchained, and I had my morning bath. My sleep had been deep, and the dreams intense, powerful erotic imaginings interspersed with a storyline in which I was kept hidden and restrained for the rest of my life, my mum announcing to me that they had found me a husband who would never see or hear me, our only interaction being when he took me through a hole in my burqa. It was weird and yet perversely arousing.

Following my bath, I breakfasted naked in my room. I expected to them be dressed in my usual attire before being led to the main room to converse with grandmother, but to my surprise a large pile of white material had been laid out on the bed. When I questioned the maid about this, she told me that grandmother was expecting visitors and so she would be entering the Second Domain and she thought it best that I do too as it would uphold the propriety of the household and also help me to understand what she was talking about when she discussed life in the harem. I couldn’t disagree of course and besides; I was rather excited to be dressed like a harem concubine again – all be it a virginal one – with all the layers and restrictions that this entailed.

Like my Third Domain outfit the previous day, things started with my chastity belt which had only been removed for the bath, and then some adult nappies. Over these came a pair of rubber pants and then a second pair to be sure and then the full-body catsuit in shiny sports material, incorporating gloves and socks but with openings for the eyes, nostrils and mouth in the hood. Then came a white corset but this one was like the one that I usually wore, with my arms left unencumbered. It was, however, laced far too tightly, causing me to pant for breath and my maidenly breasts to surge up and down. Thus, the underwear was complete.

Numerous frothy petticoats gave the gown shape and white boots with heels of several centimetres and, like in the Third Domain outfit, a chain between them. After the petticoats came some hoops and then another gown of glorious embroidered white silk which was laced over the corset. And Next, as per grandmother’s descriptions of the Second Domain outfits, an elaborate panel gag was produced, fitted in my mouth and strapped tightly and thus I was now silent as well as helpless. Veils were then produced, three layers, of which the third was flipped back. My site was hazy, but I wasn’t blinded this time. Finally, a padded silken muff was fitted over my gloved hands which clicked into place sealing them in there. Thus, silent and helpless, I was able to make my way out of the bedroom and towards the main chamber.

Grandmother – or at least, I assumed it was her, for naught could be seen of her – was waiting for me, a vision in deep blue. We embraced by pressing our veiled cheeks against one another and then sat side-by-side on the sofa. Before us, a screen had been erected and then each made placed a small electronic tablet with a pen on our laps. My hands restrained by the muff, there was nothing that I could do, but the veiled maid then unfastened grandmother’s muff and, when her hands were removed, clipped a pair of jewelled golden cuffs separated by a chain of some 20cm or so around her wrists. The maid then flipped back our second veils and grandmother started laboriously typing a message on the tablet which, when she pressed Enter, appeared on the screen.

Good morning Sevan, I trust you slept well. Welcome to the Second Domain! Since I will doubtless talk about it a lot, it is only right that you get to experience it first-hand. As I mentioned yesterday, the Second Domain is the Elegant Realm, the space where one’s sole purpose is to be feminine and beautiful. This is the realm where one may meet and communicate with other females in a private setting where no male may chance upon you. We receive female guests or family members in the Second Domain.

I nodded to show that I understood.

Today we are expecting two guests. The widow of Minister Hagob and her granddaughter Shushan. Shushan is your age and so you may become friends. She has also grown up in Gentanants Province, having only come to stay with her grandmother recently although she hails, as her name suggests, from Shusha and not the Sevan region like you.

In the Second Domain, unlike the Third, our hands are left free to type so we may communicate with other females. That is the key difference. We are still covered of course, as only our male masters, personal maids and intimate family members should see us uncovered, but whilst in the Third Domain the focus is on modesty and obscuring our assets, here in the Second, we accentuate them. Look how these gowns draw the eye to our tiny waists and uplifted, surging bosoms, whilst our collars ensure a regal posture. We become elegant beacons of feminine beauty.

I nodded again to demonstrate my understanding.

Now, that is all I need to say now and so we must wait until our guests arrive. Although the use of hands is allowed in the Second Domain, one must stress that it is only when necessary and since neither of us have that need now, the maids shall resecure me.

She nodded and the maid came over, removed the cuffs and replaced them with the muff. She then flipped both our second and third veils down, leaving my world a white haze. In that state we waited.

It was around half an hour later that I heard noises and saw very blurred outlines of figures moving through my three veils. A few moments later, my two outer veils were lifted, and I saw, on the sofa opposite, two similarly spectacular figures, with tiny corseted waists and surging breasts. The one on the right was a mirror image of me, clad in virginal white with a maidenly bosom, whilst the one on the left sported a more pronounced bosom and was dressed in a gorgeous outfit of forest green picked out with embroidery and jewels. To my annoyance, whilst the maid removed grandmother’s muff, mine stayed on. Opposite us, the figure in green also had her muff removed whilst the virgin stayed restrained.

Grandmother started the conversation:

Widow of Minister Hagob, welcome to my home. It is a blessing to have you here along with your beautiful granddaughter.

The figure in green replied:

Widow of Minister Artaxiad, it is my honour to come and may I also congratulate you on the elegance and beauty of your granddaughter.

As the messages flashed up on the screen, I and the other virgin read them silently.

And now that the formalities have been done with, shall we use our real names? How are you keeping Big Sister Ziazam?

I gasped. Ziazam! The same Ziazam that had been in Marigold Troupe with grandmother?!

I’m good little Sister Zagiri, how are you?

I’m well. Have you heard from Middle Sister Talleen lately?

You are naughty; we really shouldn’t call her that these days!

She’ll always be Sister Talleen to me. But to answer your question, yes, she contacted me last month. She’s well I believe. But please, tell me, this fine young lady here. Shushan isn’t it? How old is she and how is she adapting to life in the capital?

Shushan is 17 and she’s been with me three weeks now. And, I must say, she’s coping well, better than I did at that age. She was so excited about coming here today. I’ve been telling her all about our time in the palace and the chance to meet my harem troupe Sister really intrigued her.

Well, Shushan darling, I hope I live up to your grandmother’s tales, although I doubt that I shall, for she was always prone to exaggeration.

I was?! More like you were! And what of your granddaughter here, Sevan I believe. Such a delightful name; it, makes me think of the beautiful lake in that part of Gentanants Province with its deep blue waters and forested shores. How long has she been with you?

Sevan has been here less than a week and it is all quite new to her. Would you believe that this is her first day in the Second Domain?

Really? Well, she seems to be coping with it. Perhaps she’s a natural! But what about when she gets onto the Third Domain? Shoushan still finds that a bit of a struggle, don’t you darling?

Shushan nodded as much as her high neck corset would allow which was not very much at all.

Oh, Sevan had her first taste of the Third Domain yesterday. She coped but I think that she found it a bit of a struggle, right?

I nodded the little that my own neck corset would allow.

Well, girls, let me tell you that I found it more than a bit of a struggle. I absolutely hated it for years. I always preferred the First Domain even with the reverse prayer. Has Sevan tried that out yet?

Give her chance to settle in first, Ziazam! No, we’ve experimented with a monoglove, but no reverse prayer yet. I’d thought about maybe next week.

Why wait? Start her tomorrow. After all, it takes around a week to fully achieve it.

What would you say to that, Sevan dear? Would you like to try reverse prayer tomorrow?

What could I say? Well, gagged as I was, nothing of course. On the one hand, I wanted to experience all the things that grandmother talked about first-hand but on the other the reverse prayer sounded both difficult and painful. I sort of shrugged and nodded.

A yes, it is then! And what about Shushan here? How’s she coping with it?

It’s been hard, hasn’t it darling, but she got her elbows to meet on Monday, didn’t you?

Slight nod.

Oh well done, Shushan!

Anyway Zagiri, tell me all the gossip. I heard that Maida, Lord Borna’s wife was pregnant again…

As the two former harem Sisters descended into gossiping, I merely sat there, motionless, and silent, staring at the similar white apparition across from me, wondering what sort of girl she was under all those layers.

Next chapter: Making a Friend

The Three Domains: #8: Living in the Third Domain

The Three Domains

Copyright © 2022, Dave Potter

Previous chapter: The Three Domains

Living in the Third Domain

My Third Domain costume was laid out on the bed waiting for me after lunch. Like all my clothes seemed to be, it was in white which, I presumed (and grandmother later confirmed) was due to my virginal state. Like the Second Domain costume that she had described, it began with a chastity belt, a curious device of polished silver which locked my sex away behind an engraved panel but which had rubber nubs on the inside that caressed me disconcertingly with every move. Then came the thick nappies in case of an accident as apparently going to the toilet was out of the question for Third Domain ladies. Over the nappy came a pair of rubber pants and then a second pair to be sure. Over this came a full-body catsuit in shiny sports material, incorporating gloves and socks but with openings for the eyes, nostrils and mouth in the hood. Then came a white corset but it was quite different to the one that I’d worn before lunch, for with this corset I had to fold my arms behind my back and the stays were actually laced over the arms, squashing them and sealing them in, which was rather uncomfortable to say the least. Finally, it was complete, and it almost looked as if I were born without arms which was disconcerting. Thus, the underwear was complete.

Numerous frothy petticoats gave the gown shape and white boots with heels of several centimetres and a chain between them were laced onto my feet. Wearing them my step was limited and, with all those layers on top, I seemed to glide, not walk along, although without my arms to balance me, I felt unsteady. After the petticoats came some hoops and then a gown of glorious embroidered white silk which was laced over the corset, sealing my poor arms in further. And then, as per grandmother’s descriptions of the Second Domain outfits, an elaborate panel gag was produced, fitted in my mouth and strapped tightly. I was now silent as well as helpless.

Then came the final layer of the Third Domain outfit: a burqa. But this was no ordinary burqa at all. Inside the garment, attached to the cap, was a full hood for my head. The inside of it was leather and it was laced tightly so that it compressed my skull, but the outside was silk. Vision came through two teardrop-shaped eye grilles and wearing it I felt both confined and protected. It was weird, a mixture of good and bad and, perversely, with the nubs caressing my private areas, I felt hot and warm down there.

The hood fitted, the burqa was dropped down around me covering my wide skirts and turning me into an anonymous cone of white silk. The burqa had a single grille the size of a letterbox for both eyes but coupled with the grille of the hood, this meant that my vision was now quite blurred and limited. That was not however, the end, for, unlike most burqas, this one had an extra layer, a flap of embroidered material that was flipped down over face reaching to the hips and rendering me totally blinded.

Wearing such a costume was strange. Never before had I been rendered so helpless by my clothing, so unsure of my balance and step. Never before had I been so weighed down by all my layers and never before had I felt so isolated, blinded as I was and my hearing muffled. I simply stood there, alone in space, unaware of place and time. Was this how grandmother had lived?

How could anyone live like this?

I felt a hand on my back and another at my side. I took tentative steps forward, scared like a child in the dark of night, unsure. My maid guided me for a time that seem immeasurable. We walked and walked, at snail’s pace and doubtless elegantly. Then I noticed myself getting hotter and a degree of light penetrated the opaque material. We were outside. Under my booted feet gravel crunched. I followed the directions I was given and then I was stopped, turned, and pushed slightly. I sat and found myself on a bench. Then I merely waited, alone in my dark and silent world whilst I got hotter and hotter with all those layers.

The outer flap was flipped back, and I could see. At first the light blinded me, and I had to blink. Then, when my eyes had adjusted, I could make out that I was in a beautiful garden with tinkling fountains, flowering shrubs and beds packed with marigolds. Sat beside me was another burqa-clad figure, but this burqa was in deep crimson. Grandmother.

We sat in silence, unmoving, watching the garden. Although it was beautiful, I longed to rip off the layers and smell the flowers, feel the breeze on my cheeks and see those glorious colours without two layers covering my eyes.

Then the maid came and flipped the flap back down. I was guided back indoors, and I was thankful for the cool. By this time, I was exceptionally thirsty, but wearing such attire, drinking was out of the question. The maid seated me somewhere again and flipped back the flap. I was in the sitting room again. Grandmother followed in her crimson burqa and was seated next to me. She leaned into me so that her head rested on my shoulder. Then the flaps were lowered again, and we were left in pitch-black silence, only the feel of her covered body leaning against mine reminding me that I was not alone in the world.

How long we stayed like that, I do not know, but when I was finally taken back to my room and stripped of my attire, my evening meal was waiting for me and then, after bathing, it was time for bed.

Next chapter: Life in the Second Domain

The Three Domains: #7: The Three Domains

The Three Domains

Copyright © 2022, Dave Potter

Previous chapter: A Shared Bed

The Three Domains

The following morning, I returned to my grandmother, desperate to hear more about her night-time escapades in the harem. The night following that one, had she returned to the Sultan’s bed? What had transpired. But, when I asked her, she batted me away, saying that it was not really done to talk of such things so early in the morning, that topics relating to the bedchamber were best left until the evening. Instead, she began to tell me about what happened the morning following that most erotic of nights. She said that she was woken up to the gentle rhythm of Ziazam working on the Sultan’s tool. As he came around, the Sultan pulled her closed and kissed and caressed her before erupting into Ziazam’s mouth. Then he rose to prepare for the day as there was an important meeting of his ministers scheduled for that morning. The moment that he departed; maids came in to sort out the girls. They were all toileted and then dressed in sportwear – a bra and shorts, before leather padded mittens were fitted on their hands and trainers on their feet. They were then taken to the harem gym where they engaged in an hour of strenuous exercise – jogging, cycling and so on – under the watchful eyes of the female trainer, a former top athlete who had represented the sultanate several times in the Olympic Games. Then, tired, starving and drenched in sweat, they were returned to the bathroom where they were stripped, their wrists chained to the wall, and showered thoroughly, the maids soaping every orifice and, much to grandmother’s relief, finally wiping the encrusted seed from her face. “And after that,” she continued, “we were prepared for the First Domain and then our maids fed us breakfast.”

“Grandmother,” I interrupted, “please, could you explain something? You’ve mentioned this First Domain a couple of times now, but I don’t understand what you mean.”

She nodded. “Yes, I forget that you are coming to this absolutely ignorant. Well, the harem of the Sultan ran – and indeed still runs – on the system of the Three Domains. Indeed, this ancient and revered system is employed in all the noble houses. It is the bedrock of all life in that strata of society and so you need to understand it to understand everything that I talk about.

“You have already encountered the first domain: the Intimate Realm. That was the domain of private space, the domain that I lived in with Ziazam and Talleen. The Intimate Realm is how one dressed when with those people whom one was intimate with: your Lord and your Sisters. The whole purpose of the First Domain was sensuality and temptation. In the Intimate Realm, a woman is there to sexually attract and pleasure. That is her sole purpose, and it for that reason that she is entirely naked save for her jewellery and arm restrictions. Her job is to enflame her Lord and her Sisters with lust by baring her breasts and bottom, bewitching with her eyes and smile, and attracting with her three holes.”

“Grandmother, why would she want to enflame her Sisters?”

“A good question, dear Sevan. She must enflame and tempt her Sisters because then they are on heat, desperate for sexual fulfilment but, naturally, unable to achieve it on their own and so longing for their Lord even more.”

“This sexual desire that you talk of. It sounds both wonderful and frightening. I do not know that I want to feel it myself.”

“Want it or not, you shall, little chicken. Indeed, I suspect that you have already felt it on occasions, though not to the extent that you soon will. At night, as you lie in your bed, or if you see a handsome man in the street, do you not feel a warmth in your cavern, an urge to put your fingers there?”

I blushed and that blush revealed my shame.

“That is nothing, Sevan. Soon you shall feel it constantly. It will be both your oppressor and your liberator. In the Intimate Realm it was my constant companion, and the loyal partner of both Ziazam and Talleen also.”

“So, if that is the First Domain, what is the Second?”

“The Second Domain is the Elegant Realm. In this space one’s sole purpose is to be feminine and beautiful. This is the realm where one may meet and communicate with other females in a private setting where no male may chance upon you. We would receive female guests or family members in the Second Domain, and to do that nakedness was unthinkable.”

“Did you wear a similar outfit to that which I now have on?”

“Ha, not really, although it is true that some elements crossed over. What you wear is no Three Domains costume but some sort of middling hybrid. I would never appear in public dressed like that but, since I am aged and no longer as attractive as I once was, I deem it suitable for the Intimate Realm. No, to meet with other female we donned a most special costume indeed. Firstly, we were stripped naked in our room and then fitted with a chastity belt and thick nappies in case of an accident as going to the toilet was out of the question in those gowns and we often wore them for extended period. Over the nappy came a pair of rubber pants and then a second pair to be sure. Over all of this came a full-body catsuit in shiny sports material, incorporating gloves and socks but with openings for the eyes, nostrils and mouth in the hood. Then came a corset, laced much tighter than that loose thing that you are currently wearing, to give us a very feminine and elegant silhouette. Thus, the underwear was complete.

Over the underwear came the gown itself, supported by ten frothy petticoats and wide hoops. The gowns were usually velvet and richly-embroidered and jewelled. They accentuated our tiny waists and were tight around our enhanced bosoms. Our femininity was on full display, and they incorporated high collars that kept our postures regal. Wearing one was heavy, so our movements were slow and graceful.

“Our mouths were then fitted with an elaborate panel gag which denied us speech, whilst silken and embroidered and jewelled gloves went over our hands, and slippers on our feet. A headscarf was wrapped around our heads and then we put on our veils that fell to just above the bosom – which should not be obscured, after all – and allowed but a narrow slit for sight, even this having a layer of gauze behind it to preserve the mystery within and give us a slight grey blur to all proceedings. Dressed so, we would meet the noble ladies who came to visit the court, or chat with our fellow concubines.”

“But grandmother, how could you chat if your mouths were gagged securely?”

“We did not chat with our voices, for such is unseemly for a lady. Instead, we used our hands. In the olden times Second Domain women would communicate via notes; in our age things are more technologically advanced and so we used typepads. Each lady would be handed a typepad by a maid and then we would sit facing a large screen and we would all type, the individual messages coming up with the author’s name.”

“Like an internet chatroom?”

“Sevan, please, I am a lady! And a lady should never go near such a source of sin and temptation. Please do not tell me that your mother has been allowing you to…”

“Oh no grandmother, but my brother Jirair uses them and he tells me things.”

She nodded. “Very well, that is acceptable. Although your mother should have been more careful. Any contact with men should have been stopped when you turned twelve. But then, your home was not noble, and it is far from the capital. Things are different there. Thankfully, you are here now.”

She had a note of reassurance in her voice, but I did not feel reassured. Although I was appreciating getting to know her and what it is like to live in a noble house, I did miss my simple home. Naturally though, I did not mention this, and my gown hid my emotions. I decided to change the subject.

“So, grandmother, you have explained the First and Second Domains, so what about the Third?”

“Darling Sevan, I shall not explain the Third Domain to you. Instead, you shall experience it. After lunch I fancy an hour or two relaxing in the gardens. What better introduction to the Third Domain, the Public Realm, where men might be present. Your maid has been ordered to have your costume readied.”

Next chapter: Living in the Third Domain