Chapter 2

After his first night in the scented room, Doleman had once again felt a little peculiar at first, when donning the clothing the maids left for him when he first took to his bath. There was no question of him sticking to the routine of wearing his grimy western wear, so inadequate for that climate, as the maids had secreted them away on replacing them with what he’d now slipped into. Soft, loosely fitting and pyjama-like, set of with shoes which were also soft and slipper-like, he felt almost naked wearing the outfit, and the adoring smiles of the maids as they plied him with cool drinks and fruit, had him permanently erect in the caress of the silky material. The smiles of those maids were more than those of showing a false hospitality, they were with genuine pleasure at seeing a western male who was now, in effect, the captive of their Mistress ... and given the arrogant reputation of western masculinity in those parts, which was not unfounded, they longed to see one of their kind dominated and humiliated; the swell of their cunts accompanying those smiles.

The wearing of appropriate attire, already softened his image in their eyes, and emphasised the fact that he was well on his way to becoming the desired asset of their Mistress. They knew he’d be erect as they flaunted their covered yet shapely forms before him, filling the ornately shuttered room with their feminine scents, as each drink, which he consumed readily in acclimatising to the turgid heat, was laced with a little kif. The doses of the tranquility inducing weed, would be increased dramatically when the time was right, its equally pleasure inducing qualities having him learn to enjoy the humiliation of his inevitable surrender to their Mistress ... and the likely possibility of their personal spiteful pleasures of him whilst he remained under that roof, prior to sale.

Doleman was aware of his thoughts constantly drifting toward lewd sexual acts with those maids, more so than his mind would normally, but he put the exaggerated drive toward lust, down to the fact that he was so relaxed by his new situation, and the excitement of it. He was shortly to know excitements such as he’d never dreamed of.

Jalbala had received an immense thrill in watching him masturbate, and was more than in the mood to do so herself as Nasira helped her into a tight, full length purple dress, which emphasised her ample breasts, hips, and womanly bulges delectably. She then put on a black hijab which emphasised Her attractive moon-like face ... and somehow gave her an air of disciplined authority, which was further emphasised by the short whip she picked from a selection of varying lengths, Nasira’s cunt tingling, as did Jalbala’s, on her flexing it with a stern smile, the servant girl sighing.

“I so long to see you use that on his white flesh ... that moment can’t come soon enough Ma’am.” Jalbala smiled and closed her eyes, thinking of just that moment, but remaining rational, as she flicked the short whip in the air beside her face, as though to emphasise it’s use as a flying insect deterrent, though there were none in evidence within her residence. He’d see it as such, but as it was without doubt a whip, she knew his cock would stiffen at the possibilities of its true use. She held her head high with the regal pomposity that a woman of her standing enjoyed within that dark community, and strutted toward the room where her prey resided. With no underwear below the tight purple dress, the moistness of her cunt had her broad thighs slip together wonderfully.

“We must be patient Nasira ... but we’ll have our full enjoyment of him before you know it.” Nasira sneered at the luscious thoughts of what that next encounter might bring forth for Jalbala and every female under that roof, and though she longed to listen in on the conversation, there was another male under that roof, who needed be dealt with. She took solace in the pleasure that would give her, as she descended the stairs to the basement.

Doleman found it a little strange, how the plethora of maids who’d shown so much interest in him, suddenly disappeared, bar one. On hearing the laughter of women outside beyond the verandah, he peeped through the ornate lattice at the world outside, the maid, a particularly large and athletically built woman, in close attention. He erected hard as the eyes of six shapely maids looked up to where he was, seemingly aware that he’d be watching, their smiles smug as they chatted and laughed, busy carrying a large box with six handles, the body of it perforated with lattice work similar to that of the window he viewed them through. He noted the six girls found the transportation of it to a handcart somewhat difficult, despite their number, and looked to the maid as if to ask. The excitingly shaped maid increased his budding erection with her curt smile.

“Oh ... it’s just laundry, the lattice allows air through, stops it getting too musty ... it’s nothing that would interest you.” Her smile increased, as did his erection, at her curt tone. Her nipples poked hard and her cunt blossomed sweetly, knowing it would be of great interest to him soon. Bound in a doubled up position to accommodate the cramped box, the male sold into slavery at a handsome profit by his wife, sported a rigid erection too. Naked, gagged and anally pugged, he lapsed into a submissive euphoria as he pondered his fate, pre-cum dribbling from his bell as the girls taunted him about how he was to be taken past his wife’s residence, so’s she may have the pleasure of an eternal memory of his disposal forever ... and he’d see just how deep was her pleasure in being rid of him.

The language they spoke meant nothing to Doleman, leaving him oblivious to the excited chatter which accompanied the spiteful smiles on their faces. Unaware of the male’s darkly submissive pleasure in being confined and taunted by mere girls, and now being wheeled away on the cart, he surmised that the girls were cheeking each other over some issue, but the interest that many of a passing woman had in the box - those in the know of Madam Jalbala Ayad’s concerns - left him intrigued, and rudely erect, at their smug smiles at the passing box. His attentions were distracted wonderfully, as the woman he was becoming more and more desirous of, entered the room.

Doleman gasped audibly at Jalbala’s lustrous and elegant femininity as she sauntered into the room with a curt smile, her eyes half closed as she basked in the immediate adoration her asset-to-be illustrated so potently. His cock boned at the magnificent sight of her curves, displayed so explicitly in the clinging purple dress, the black hijab giving her an air of matriarchal power ... and the short whip she carried, taking his erection to a pulsing rigidity at the dark promise it might hold, from a perverse corner of his mind that he was yet to awaken fully. As she stood before the helpless gaze he offered her, her moist cunt had her flick the short whip instinctively, seeing he was already well on his way to submission ... simply through her presence. The big maid sensed it too, taking his arm and pointing to the floor, her cunt tingling at an erotic opportunity not to be missed.

“It is the custom to kneel before the mistress of a household...” Her cunt expressed the nub of her clitoris as she deftly put her hand to it, unseen by him, the eroticism of the moment having her chance taking her dominant pleasure even further.

“ ... you’ll show your respect!” Though it was something he’d never done before a woman before, Doleman sank to his knees without hesitation, the act of doing so, and the almost barked command that the maid had given him, awarding him a curious pleasure. Both women sighed softly as he went down, the kneeling stance pulling his loose clothing a little tighter, bringing pleased smiles from the women as they viewed his erection tenting the material, illustrating his pleasure in kneeling before her. Jalbala noted his eye focus on her whip ... which she now had no intention of feigning its utilisation as an insect repellant, her cunt ripe to dominate him.

“You’re not used to women in authority are you?...” His cock pulsed at her wicked smile, he now longing to know a certain authority from her, and beginning to understand just what it was that drew him to her, and now, his belongings having disappeared, the steamer he’d arrived on having departed that day and leaving him in a little known land, his balls tingled on realising he was her captive ... her next line emphasising it, as the athletically built maid stepped behind him and clutched his arms.

“ ... and you’re going to meet a lot of women in authority here.” Her laugh echoed about the room as she clapped her hands and several maids appeared from the door, one carrying a large flask of the drink he’d found so refreshing ... this time laced with a great deal more of the erection inducing weed. He didn’t resist as a a large glass of it was offered up, while the big maid held him tight, and like a child served with a dose of medicine, swallowed its entire content. Jalbala was overcome by the ease of her triumph, her nipples poking rock hard through her purple dress, her clitoris matching them as she though on her cunt being licked in worship, long before she’d anticipated.

“Strip him naked ... his discipline begins today!”

The slave sweated in the heat of the box as the sun beat down on the cart relentlessly, the wafts of feminine scents from the girls, and their spiteful giggling, ensuring his erection boned in the blissful humiliation of being drawn through the streets and byways he was so familiar with, but would know no more after this journey. His boning member pulsed a lusty blob of sticky pre-cum in acute and perversely masochistic pleasure, as the sound of applause grew louder on their passing a residence he was intimately familiar with. Contrasting starkly against the whitewashed walls of the house which was once his, and beneath the partial shade of vines he had trained across the verandah, were the jubilant household of maids he’d once lorded over before his fetish was exposed, in their full length black dresses.