Daughter's Delights
Copyright© 2018 by Charm Brights
Chapter 32: My Turn
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 32: My Turn - In this new book set in Kobekistan the Emir discovers that one of his daughters is a genius, and decides to encourage her. The tale of her adventures, and those of a white girl she meets at Oxford University, tells of the culture clash between the absolute rule of an Emirate and Western civilization, especially in the owning, use and punishment of slaves. For those who have not yet discovered Kobekistan, it is recommended that you read 'Absolute Delights' first.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Historical Tear Jerker Incest BDSM DomSub Humiliation Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Harem Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Caution Royalty
“Nicola, I have been told to prepare myself for the Emir,” said Gwennie, a couple of days later.
“Mam!” said Nicola, shocked.
“I did agree; you were there. After all, if I’m in a harem, I can’t be held responsible for what the Master orders, can I?”
“Mam!“ said Nicola again.
“Well if that’s all you can say, I’d better go and get myself shaved, and oiled front and rear,” her mother said, and sashayed away singing The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Music badly out of tune.
“Oh, mam,” Nicola sighed to her retreating back.
It took three hours to prepare Gwenllian for her first encounter with the Emir. She was bathed, massaged, shaved, bathed again, perfumed, oiled, powdered with talc, dressed in one of the harem gowns, which fastened only at the neck, and lectured endlessly on the protocol of approaching the Master’s bed, behaviour in the bedroom, behaviour after sex, when to leave the Master, how to leave the Master, and what might happen if she offended the Master.
Finally, she was ready. Escorted by the Chief Eunuch himself, she was led through an opulently carpeted corridor to the door of his bedchamber. Pushing her firmly through it, he whispered fiercely, “Remember, he is the Master.”
Instead of kneeling at the foot of the bed as instructed, she wandered round the room, looking at the huge bed dominating the room, and at the fine furniture and the wall decorations, which were somewhere between saucy postcard and soft porn film, in her opinion. Some of the scenes were of women being punished, as she had seen being administered in the harem, but most of them were of couples having sex in a series of more or less improbable positions. Her attention quickly returned to one particular picture, depicting a woman strapped to a whipping bench and being spanked two handed by a man who was standing beside her head, with his prick in her mouth. Gwenllian felt a twinge of desire in her clitoris at this picture, which somehow tempted her more than the straightforward copulations.
She was gazing at the picture when she heard a door open behind her, and turned to see the Emir enter the room. One of the two eunuchs in attendance moved towards her, but was stayed by a raised hand from his Master.
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