Ambassador's Delights
Chapter 29: Second Harem Visit
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 29: Second Harem Visit - It is a great honour to be appointed Ambassador of the United States. When President Maria Suarez appoints Professor Klein as her Ambassador to Kobekistan the objectives of US policy are to help that country out of the feudal age of being ruled by the Emir, and to sell them US products. How will Professor Klein fare in a country which is ruled largely by the whip? Will the Professor resist the sexual temptations, and the dominance/submission culture so prevalent in such a society?
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Historical BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Group Sex Harem Interracial First Oral Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Teacher/Student Caution Violent School
"Is there anything you want to ask of me?" he inquired as he reached for his kameez, "Some people use ... er ... close encounters to ask favours, or questions."
"There is one thing," she said, tentatively, "I really would like to discuss the position of women in this country."
Then she blushed as she realised the unintended double-entendre.
He laughed, and embarrassed her further by saying, "Any position you like!"
Sharon looked at him standing there naked and erect, his prick glistening with her juices. She got up from the bed and stroked the mound in the front of his robes, then moved over to the whipping bench where she lay face down and closed her eyes. She was ready for anything, she thought.
"How about this one?" she asked.
"That is about right for a whipping," he remarked, "Shall I give you six more whip strokes?"
Remembering the six painless strokes she had been given before, she whispered, "Yes please, very please, pretty please."
Whish ... THWACK!
The pain was all the greater for being unexpected. It dawned on her that this time he was really using a whip and that her bum would be marked for some time.
"One," he intoned.
Whish ... THWACK!
She screamed involuntarily, even as she heard, "Two."
Whish ... THWACK!
"Three."
Whish ... THWACK!
Her screams had subsided into one long continuous wailing, springing from a combination of pain and arousal. As he counted, "Four," the Emir could not tell if she was thrashing about in agony or in near climax, but still she lay face down on the whipping bench, neither cuffed nor shackled. If she wanted to move away she was entirely free to do so. He took her lack of movement to indicate a willingness for him to continue.
Whish ... THWACK!
"Five." For her part, she had no thought of moving. Indeed, she had no coherent thoughts at all. Her emotions were in such turmoil that she could not tell any difference between the pain and the pleasure which surged through her being.
Whish ... THWACK!
"Six," he whispered as he thrust again into her narrower passage. His jism from the earlier sodomy lubricated her back passage sufficiently for his entry to be smooth and relatively painless, but try as she might, she could not forget the brutal rape of her bum that the Emir had ordered many months earlier. Although the Emir was not hurting her as he moved slowly in her arse, she was well able to recall the burning pain of the big African slave's forcible entry. Somehow that made her orgasm the stronger and her wish to be dominated ... no, owned ... by this man all the greater.
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