Tales From Scherazade

The Introduction of our Heroine and her Lord and their First Night of Passion

At the command of my Lord, I, Scherazade, will attempt to relate my adventures in the service of my Lord, the great Sultan of Baalbeek. Oh denizens of this fair land, gather round and hear how I alone survived 1001 nights with the great Sultan and have now become his erotic queen.

First know, that my Lord is a beauteous and kindly king and I gladly do service to him. His heart was hurt by a traitorous woman who caused him to believe that he could only enjoy the pleasures of a woman for one night. I, upon seeing his goodly form and deep teal eyes, knew that I must win him as my own by offering myself completely to him. I vowed that I would only exist for his pleasure and by such existence, I would experience such erotic delights that many have only fantasized.

My story begins as follows:

I was brought to the great Sultan's palace as a slave, being bound to my Lord's service as a tribute from my father's house. In my father's house, I was unusually educated by a great courtesan who taught me all secrets of erotic pleasures, including story-telling, music, dance, the uses of scent and sight to entice the desires. I came into my Lord's service as a virgin, yet a knowledgeable one. My virginity was to be a one night gift and then I was to disappear into the harem along with hundreds of other women who give pleasure for a night.

My first sight of my Lord pleased me greatly, for he was tall and broad shouldered with a pleasing visage and great strong hands. From the first time I saw his hands, I desired them on my body, pinching my sweet nipples, caressing my nether lips. I knelt in obedience before him and proclaimed, "My Lord, I am yours to use as you please," and I bowed low before him. Now I am an exotic beauty, olive skinned and buxom with large pleasing hazel eyes. I was dressed as befits a slave girl, in transparent pantaloons and a brief top that barely covered my bosoms. My Lord looked upon me with great desire and ordered me brought to his chamber for the night. His purpose was to deflower me and send me on my way like so many others.

That night, I came to his chamber with aromatic oils and great desire to please and be pleased. As I entered the chamber, I noticed that he sat alone, on a great bed with pillars at all four ends. My pleasure knob, began to throb at the sight of him. I could feel myself becoming flooded with desire for him and I blushed that he had such power over me. "If it pleases my Lord," I whispered, my head bowed low, "I have brought such oils to relieve your tensions and heighten your pleasures." My Lord was surprised at my readiness to please and he asked me to be naked in his presence so that he might enjoy the sights of my body. I immediately took off the flimsy garments which covered my now erect nipples and my passionate lower lips and I could see by his rapidly growing shaft that my Lord was indeed enamored of my parts.

I moved over to the bed and slowly undressed my Lord, until he was completely naked. I took a bottle of secret oils, containing rose, and myrrh, and bergamot, and other potions which I care not to reveal, and I proceeded to warm the oil in my hands. Starting at my Lord's feet, I slowly massaged the oil into his feet and his ankles. I could not help but kiss such beauteous feet as I touched them, and my Lord was visibly moved by such action. I massaged my way up his legs taking care to avoid touching his by now incredible weapon of pleasure. "My Lord," I asked demurely, "would it please you for me to massage your great shoulders and back." My Lord's eyes seemed dreamy as he nodded and I proceeded to continue my massage, down his neck and back. As I moved over to his chest, I could not help but lower my mouth to suck and kiss his nipples. He moaned with great delight and I could see his desire begin to leak from the mouth of his shaft. I knew that such essences should never be wasted, so I boldly asked, "please my Lord, may I taste you?" He reacted in such surprise by my boldness, and yet did me the great honor of nodding his approval. I knelt in front of him as he sat on the bed and I took each of his jewels into my mouth, slowly and tenderly licking and sucking on his sacks of pleasure. He moaned and held my head so that I would not stop. I removed his jewels only to lick the beginnings of his essence from the tip of his shaft. He tasted so good that I craved more. I looked at him intensely and boldly as I licked the tip of his shaft, taking him slowly in and out of my mouth. As I withdrew him, my eyes engaged his and I begged, "if it pleases my Lord, I am hungry for your essences." His eyes were as deep as the sea as he nodded his approval. I proceeded to take him deep into my throat and slowly withdraw him, using my tongue to lick every part of his delectable shaft. His hands went to my breasts and he began to pinch my nipples, making me moan in passion for him. I continued teasing him in this manner, until he began to thrust in and out of my mouth, reaching deeper, it seemed into my throat. Finally, his torture could not continue and his essences flooded into my mouth. I hungrily drank all that he could give me and kept him there until he was at rest. "Scherazade," he whispered, "no one has ever pleasured me so well." "Please, my Lord," I begged, "may I share the taste of your passion with you?" He smiled in pleasure and I climbed on the bed with him and kissed him deeply and passionately on the lips, exchanging the taste of his passion from my mouth to his. My body was alive with passion for him and I craved more of his taste.

Three more times that night, I pleasured my Lord in this manner. As the light of dawn crept into the bedchamber, and I had tasted my Lord's passion for the fourth time, I crawled into his arms and pressed my naked body to his. "Lord," I whispered, "I am still a virgin and would like to have you taste my passion before I am sent away from you forever." "Tomorrow night, sweetheart," he promised me as the guards came and brought me back to the harem for the day.

And thus, our first night had ended, and my Lord thirsted for more of my favors.

The Second Night of Our Pleasures — We Feast

Oh Denizens of this fair, fantastical land, I bow before you and beg of you to listen again, while I tell of my 2nd night before the great Sultan, my Lord. Being more enamored of his glory after drinking his essence four times in our first evening, I was more desirous than ever to serve his erotic pleasures.

Again, I was brought into his bedchamber. As before, I was garbed in translucent garments that revealed much of my pleasurable parts. This night, I carried a tray on my head of luscious foods to tempt the desires of man and invoke erotic pleasures. I had learned of these from the great courtesan in my father's court and I knew subtle tricks to use to invoke my Lord's pleasure.

I knelt before my Lord, still holding my tray. "My great Lord," I whispered, "I beg you to allow me to give you sweet treats and sustenance for this night of pleasure, before you send me away forever." My Lord motioned for me to place the tray on the bedside table. "Scherazade," he commanded me, "I want you naked in my presence so that I may gaze at you for my pleasure." I immediately stripped off these translucent garments and approached the great bed upon which My Lord now reclined. "My Lord," I begged, "please allow me to feed you these delectable ripe fruits."

My great Lord, clothed only in a loin cloth, seemed already aroused at the sight of my naked body. His great manhood swollen and straining at the light cloth. He commanded me to feed him on the bed. I took a ripe berry and slowly rubbed his lips with its juices before placing it in his willing mouth. I took the next berry and rubbed it against my swelling breasts and nipples, shyly looking at my Lord's reaction to my boldness. His greatness seemed mesmerized by my actions and he responded by pulling me toward him and suckling at my bountiful breasts, licking all of the juices from each erect nip.

I moaned in delight at this and opened my legs, feeling the nectar of my desire, flowing from my passionate lips. My Lord moved his hand to that spot between my legs and proceeded to investigate the source of my flow. "Scherazade," he commanded, "I command you to display all of your passion to my eyes, for I am your Master, and I will dictate your pleasure." His hands stroked deep inside of me, moving lightly over my pleasure knob. "Oh Lord," I moaned, "my pleasure is for you alone." His massive fingers entered my virginal tunnel, causing even more nectar to flood from my swollen nether lips. My Lord then took a ripe berry from the tray and proceed to introduce this luscious fruit into my flooded tunnel, his hands swirling it around my knob, causing me to cry out in even greater passion. My Lord ate this luscious fruit, coated with my own sweetness by his own hand. My eyes grew smoky with the passion of his caresses. "Scherazade," he whispers to me, "your nectar is sweeter than the fruit and I must delve its source with my tongue."

My Lord pushed me on the bed and using his mouth and tongue, he explored every aspect of my pleasurable lips and my throbbing pleasure points. I flowed and flowed and cried out in desire for him over and over, holding his head closer to me. "Lord," I cried, "please let me taste of you also." He moved his throbbing desire between my lips and I gladly sucked and licked him whilst he pleasure me until both of us exploded many times in deep floods of passion. I drank more of his essence than I had the previous night. We continued in this mode throughout the second night and I was weak from his constant ministrations to my delectable parts.

As dawn arrived, I whispered to my Lord, "More, Lord, if it be your will." "Scherazade," he commanded, "you will come to me tomorrow night and show me more of your charms."

Thus ended my second night with my great erotic Lord.

Our Third Night of Great Desire, My Lord Punishes Me for My Arrogance

Faithful Listeners! I beg your indulgence to listen once more to your humble slave, Scherazade, as I relate the tale of my third night with my beloved Lord and Master.

Feeling proud that I had had two nights with my Lord without yet surrendering my virginity and that he had summoned me back for a third night, I arrogantly pranced down the hall behind the guards leading me yet again to my Lord's chamber, feeling the caress of my transparent garments around my aroused parts. No woman, slave or not, had yet pleasured my Lord for three nights!

I sauntered into my Lord's bedchambers and forgot to do him his obeisance, so absorbed in pride was I. My Lord's teal eyes grew dark seeing my pride in this manner. Without dismissing the guards, he stood from the bed and ripped the garments from my body. "Never again, appear in my presence clothed without my permission," he stormed at me. I blushed deeply and bowed myself low before my Lord, trembling in the presence of his anger.

My Lord, grabbed me and pulled me over his lap. Without hesitation he began to spank my delicate bottom. Tears flowed from my eyes as he disciplined me in this manner, before his men for my prideful stance. After a short time, his slaps became softer and more caressing. I found myself becoming unusually aroused and more desirous of his touch. My Lord dismissed his men and continued to caress my tender parts so lovingly now, that I could not help but moan through my tears. "Scherazade," he said sternly, but with passion in his voice, "You are mine and for my pleasure. You will do as I command when I command it." "Yes, my Lord," I sobbed, but desire was in my voice. My Lord continued to caress my bottom, now exploring the tender recesses of my passionate parts which quickly flooded with the nectar of my desire. "Will you obey me?" he whispered in my ear. "Yes," I moaned, "yes Lord, whatever pleases you will be my command." I could feel the strength of his arousal even as he held me and continued to caress me.

His large, beautiful fingers, explored my virginal depths more intensely and my legs parted willingly at his touch. I could feel his fingers moving deeply inside of me, where no one had yet explored at the same time his thumb moved against my tender knob of passion. I moaned softly, trying to keep his fingers in contact with my sweet flooded blossom. His fingers, wet from this contact, began to gently probe my other hole and I gasped at the unexpected contact. "Scherazade," he whispered in my ear, "I cannot yet take your virginity, for I want still more of your sweetness."

He removed me from his lap and I immediately knelt in obedience in front of him. "Pleasure me," he commanded as he took his large, swollen manhood from his robes. I immediately began to love him with my mouth, taking him deep in my throat, swirling the tip around and around with my tongue. The taste of his flesh aroused me further. I took him even deeper into my throat and moved my hand down to the wetness of my blossom. Inserting my fingers deep inside, I coated my fingers with my own sweet nectar. Then, suddenly, I inserted my wet finger deep inside of his own puckered hole, probing gently and reaching that point deep inside of my Lord which caused him to cry out and hold my head tight as he thrust into my mouth. His essences flooded down my throat and I greedily drank every drop, until he was at rest.

My Lord dropped back on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep. In complete surrender to his will, I slept on the floor next to his bed, ready to show him obeisance at his command.

As dawn came and the night ended, my Lord awoke and called me to his side. Holding me close to him and kissing my eyes and mouth, he whispered, "I shall have more of you Scherazade." Thus ended the third night

The Fourth Night of Our Passion — I Play For My Lord

Lovely denizens of this fair world. I have related how my exquisite Lord, the great Sultan, has taken me as his own in three nights of great passion. Yet, my Lord has still not taken my virginity and has expressed desire for more of my sweet pleasures. My Lord, stern in my disobedience, showed me great favor when obedient to his pleasure. And thus, I am brought to his bedchamber on this fourth night. I walk down the hall, naked as is his command. My eyes are downcast as I blush at my nakedness in from of my Lord's men. Yet, I know that I am bound to my Lord in obedience and passion and perhaps love.

Throughout this long day, I have laid in bed remembering the pleasures I have shared with my Lord. My body ached for release from these memories, and I explored myself, pinching my own nipples, rubbing my passionate parts until the nectar flowed and I cried out loudly in great ecstasy. I prepared myself more carefully than usual for his pleasure, bathing in a bath scented with rose, my maidservant massaging my sweet smelling oils into my flesh, brushing my long dark hair which became my only veil against my nakedness.

The men ushered me into my Lord's presence and I immediately showed him obeisance, as was his command. My Lord dismissed his men and show great pleasure at my demeanor. He called me over to his bedside and lovingly touched my face, stroking my neck and my shoulders. I moaned at his touch and asked, "how may I pleasure my Lord tonight?" My Lord smiled at my desire and looked at me long and hard.

"Scherazade," he whispered in my ear, "I desire to watch you pleasure yourself tonight, as you did this day in the harem." I was shocked that my Lord knew of my activities and blushed deeply but knew I could only obey his command.

My Lord pulled a great chair close to the bed and sat in it, far enough away so that he could not interfere with my activity, but close enough to see and smell my self-pleasures. I laid on the bed and put a pillow under my backside. I took the perfumed oils next to the bed and pour a little into my hands. Slowly I began to caress my breasts, pulling on my nipples, pinching them until they grew long. Now I am quite full-breasted, so it was easy for me to take one of my breasts and tongue and suck on my own nipple. My Lord moaned and I observed him taking his own weapon from beneath his robes as it also grew long and strong. My eyes could not leave the majesty of his organ as I continued to sigh in pleasure at my own love of my breasts.

Gradually, I moved my hands lower to my nether lips. I spread my legs and pulled my lips, so swollen and pink, wide open, showing my Lord how much desire I had for him. My fingers rubbed the wetness I found there. Soon I began to make that descent into ecstasy as I found my pleasure knob and circled around and around it with my thumb as my fingers entered my virginal tunnel. I cried out, "Please, my Lord," over and over again as I convulsed strongly with pleasure.

My Lord could no longer control his desires and he came to me on the bed. He took my fingers in his mouth and cleaned the sweet nectar he found there and then proceed to drink directly from the source. His strong manhood, so close to my face, I could not help but take him in my mouth, deep into my throat, desiring all of his essences. We pleasured each other for quite a while in this fashion until I once more reached ecstasy and he proceed to release all of his desire down my throat. I drank so deeply of him, savoring his taste. After this tremendous release, my Lord moved up into the bed and took me in his arms. Our tongues entwined and we shared the taste of each other's passion. Deep sleep ensued as my Lord held me close through the night.

In the morning, we awoke, and my Lord again kissed me deeply and passionately. "Lord," I begged, "Please let me come clothed to you tonight so that I may please you with a special dance." My Lord gave his consent and we parted reluctantly.

So ended the fourth night of pleasure with my Lord.

Our Fifth Night of Pleasure — I Dance for My Lord

Lovely denizens of this noble place. I will try, once again, to relate to you of my passion for my noble Lord, the Great Sultan and our activities on the 5th night of our passion together. As you now know, my Lord has become somewhat enamored of my charms. My knowledge of the erotic, learned from a famous courtesan in my father's harem, and my deep passion and desire to please, has contributed to this enamourment. I am more desirous than ever to please and be pleased by my Lord. Yet, I am still a virgin. I know that losing my virginity may condemn me to banishment forever from my Lord. Since he was betrayed by a love, my Lord has never repeated pleasures with a woman he has deflowered.

Throughout this day, I made preparations for our 5th night together. I am awash with desire for my Lord and my body continually reacts to thoughts of him. I find myself touching my erect nipples and my wet blossom and thinking only of his pleasure and his touch. I had requested of my Lord, to come clothed in his presence on this night so that I might perform a dance for his pleasure. He had granted me this request.

This day, I prepare his bedchamber for my performance. I order drapes to be hung, so that the musicians can not see what I will only give to my Lord. I scent the bed with sweet smelling herbs and rose petals, so that his senses may be full indulged. I drape his great chair with a soft fur to cushion his body during my dance. I arrange for wine and fruit and other delectables to be available so that he may quench his hunger and thirst.

As the day wears on, I become more excited at the prospect of my performance before my Lord. The night approaches and I must now prepare myself. I bathe in a deeply scented pool and wash and dry my long dark hair. My maidservant rubs my body with oils until it glows with the vitality of my passion. I dress my eyes with kohl and my lips with henna so that I am more pleasing to my Lord. Finally, I dress in my costume. It is time to appear before my Lord!

As his men escort me down the hall to the bedchamber, I can see the lighted candles and hear the sounds of the hidden musicians awaiting me. I am covered this night in sheer veils, from head to ankle. Only my painted eyes and my painted toes can be seen.

My Lord is enthroned in his great chair. I immediately do him obeisance and beg his permission to dance for him. This he grants willingly and I can see that his passion for me is already rising. I begin to sway to the music raising my arms above my head. My hips move faster and faster to the increasing tempo of the song and I feel my passion soaring into the dance. Slowly I remove a veil from my body, teasing him with a glimpse of my bountiful breasts. I swirl the veil around and place it on his chair. I continue in this manner, shaking my bosoms and my hips in tempo, my stomach muscles contracting and releasing to the tempo of the song, rippling for his pleasure. As I reveal more and more of myself to my Lord, I hear him moan. He sees that I wear only a small jeweled cloth, covering my loins and baring most of my cheeks. My nipples are covered with the most transparent of fabrics, and he can see the erectness of these.

The last veil covers my face and hair. I slowly remove it tempting him again, with visions of my lips and mouth those same lips and mouth that have drank of his essences in previous nights. My hair is unbound becoming my only remaining veil.

I continue to dance before my Lord, my bosoms shaking. I move my hands to my erect nipples and pinch them once before I remove the thin covering. I am naked before my Lord from the waist up and I raise my arms high over my head and continue now deep into the dance.

I can feel the flood of passion coating the little jeweled piece of cloth and I wish to remove it. But I dance closely to my Lord and whisper, "does my Lord wish to remove this last impediment to my obedience?" My Lord rips the piece of cloth from my body and my flooded passionate parts come into his view. I continue to dance, revealing more and more of my parts to him, bending over so that he may see as much of me as he desires, holding my nether lips open so that he may see my throbbing pleasure knob. My Lord can no longer resist my body and he calls me over close to the chair.

I am covered in perspiration from my dance and trembling just a bit to be so close to my Lord. His manhood is swollen before me and I long to touch him, but must wait for his pleasure. My Lord places his hand deep inside of me, his fingers probing my tunnel, his thumb circling my knob and I cried out in pleasure from the contact. "Lord," I whisper, "what do you command of me?" His teal eyes are dark with passion, as he picks me up and throws me on the bed. His body covers mine and his mouth and lips begins a demanding path, from my mouth and my ears and my neck and shoulders. "I want you entirely for my pleasure," he moans back into my breasts. His mouth teasing my nipples, biting and sucking on them till I cry out in ecstasy just from this contact.

He continues his assault, licking my navel and spreading my legs so far apart that I think I will split in two. He puts my legs on his shoulders and begins to feast deeply on my swollen blossom, sweeping a trail from back to front until I feel that I will die from passion. His fingers explore both my ends, deep inside both holes. I am aflame with desire for him and know that I can not deny anything to him.

My Lord whispers to me, "I must enter you Scherazade, but I cannot take your virginity yet. I will take you as a man takes a boy. He pauses for a moment and grabs a bottle and oils his great shaft. I am frightened and excited at the same time. He slowly enters my small puckered backside as he continues to delve with his fingers into my flooded tunnel, only stopping to circle my hot point. I cry out in pain but also in passion at his entry and I feel filled to the brink and beyond ecstasy, as he thrusts into my backside. After an eternity that I wish could last longer, my Lord cries his release and pours his essence inside of me.

We collapse together on the bed, his member still inside of me, I am crying from the intensity of my passion. My Lord holds me so close and whispers secret words in my ears that I will never reveal to a living soul. At last, we fall into a deep slumber.

In the morning, I awake and find that I am alone.

Thus ended my fifth night of ecstasy with my Lord.

Our Sixth Night of Passion, My Lord Tests My Courage

Sweet friends from this land of dreams. I humbly thank you for your many praises for my little stories. I beg you to listen once again as I relate yet another tale about the passion between me, Scherazade, and my Lord, the great Sultan. Now as you remember, my Lord has called me for his pleasure for 5 nights now. On our 5th night, I danced for my Lord, and he took me in a manner that a man might take another man. I was overcome by the intensity of his actions and I cried tears of passion and fear. My Lord held me so close that night and whispered sweetness in my ears. Yet when I awoke, I was alone. My Lord had left my side. I laid in his great bed for a long time, feeling where his body had lain and smelling his fragrance and the aroma of our lovemaking. I could not leave this bed.

Suddenly, my maid servant entered the room with a great robe of soft blue silks. She bowed before me and said these words: "Scherazade, lady, our Lord has commanded me come to you with this gift and to tell you to bath and rest and to come to him tonight in total obedience." I reluctantly arose from this place of passion and allowed myself to be wrapped in the silks. I felt weak as the maid led me back to the harem. There, I was ushered into a hot, fragrant bath. All fatigue melted away as did my concerns for my next night with my Lord. I left the bath and was laid on a bed, my body massaged with myrrh and oils of rose and orange blossom. I feel into a deep sleep and dreamed of my Lord's teal eyes, his lips kissing mine, his breath and his secret words in my ears.

My maid awoke me at dusk, telling me that my Lord again commanded my presence. I arose to find that my Lord had sent a fine gold chain to be placed around my hips and another to be placed around my ankle. Each had a dark purple amethyst as a clasp. Naked except for these chains, I accompanied my Lord's men once more to his bedchamber.

My Lord was seated at a large table, covered in papers when I entered the chamber. I immediately prostrated myself before him, crying, "Lord, take me for your pleasure, for I belong completely to you alone." My Lord dismissed his men and rose from beyond the table. He bade me rise and as I did, he gathered me deep into his strong arms. His lips reached down and found mine and I felt his tender kiss and responded in kind. His kiss grew stronger, his tongue lightly traveling my lips and into my mouth. I craved more of his mouth and my tongue reached into his mouth and we stood there in the bedchamber in a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to be endless. His lips left mine and traveled to my ear and down my neck. I moaned in delight as he sucked in a little of my neck and used his tongue to soothe at the same time. "More," I whispered to my Lord. My naked body was so close to him, yet he was still clothed. I wanted to feel his naked body against mine, to feel his manhood rising unimpeded by his clothes.

My Lord picked me up and brought me over to the bed. "Scherazade," he breathed my name, "do you trust me?" "Yes, my Lord," I whispered back. My Lord took silken cords that were lying on the table and proceeded to tie my arms and then my legs to posts of the bed. He took out a silk scarf and veiled my eyes. I was afraid, but my Lord whispered in my ear, "Courage, Scherazade." Bound immobile and deprived of my sight by the scarf, I waited in anticipation for my Lord's pleasure.

Little did I know that I was to be the recipient of so much pleasure on this, our sixth night.

Our Sixth Night Continues — My Lord Takes Command

I humbly ask that you listen once more to tales of the passion that my Lord has gifted me with. You may recall when last we spoke, that I have pleasured my Lord, and he, I in return, for 5 nights. And yet, I have retained my virginity, fearing that once I have surrendered this aspect of my virtue, that my Lord would banish me forever into the harem as he has many other women before me. I long for oh so many nights of pleasure in his arms and for that sweet obedience to his desires, that I have pledged in my heart.

On our sixth night of pleasure, my Lord bid me come to him and he carried me to his great bed and with silken cords, bound me to the bed and with a silk cloth, he covered my eyes. Whispering "courage" in my ear, he proceeded to torture me with pleasure beyond my imagination. My Lord then proclaimed, "Scherazade you are for my pleasure. You will not experience that ultimate ecstasy until I command you to do so!" I trembled at his desire to so command my body, yet as he spoke, my pleasurable parts began to throb with my desire and I could feel them dampening.

In complete darkness, I could sense my Lord's strong body which I craved so strongly, yet could not reach out to touch. My Lord, began to caress my body with a feather so soft that I begged for further attention. He started by running this feather down my neck, tickling my nipples until they stood out at attention, begging for more stimulation. I gasped, not knowing what more he would do. He continued to explore my body with the feather, tickling my arms and the undersides of my breasts, moving down my belly and down my legs. I moaned at the contact, my body straining for more pressure, frustrated that he would so tempt me. The feather tickled my feet and played with the bracelet around my ankle as he slowly moved up my legs. Upon reaching my knees, I involuntarily gasped out loud, knowing that my Lord had discovered the unique sensitivity of my knees. He chuckled at my reaction and my passionate knob began to truly throb with the desire for his touch.

My Lord moved the feather to my passionate parts, exploring my nether lips with the tip, opening them just a bit. I could no longer contain myself and began to struggle against the cords, wanting more contact. My Lord removed the feather. I waited in the darkness, breathless with anticipation. Tears streamed down my face in frustration, and I bite my lip, trying to control my desires.

I then felt my Lord's lips and tongue on my tender nipples, his teeth pulling on them in sweet agony. "Oh my Lord," involuntarily cried out. I felt his hand reach down into my wetness and momentarily spread my swollen lips. The cold air added new sensations to my desire and I silently begged my Lord to touch me and to explore my deepest parts with his hands and his tongue. But, I was not yet to receive that release. I felt my Lord climb on top of my and soon, there was a hot pressure against my lips. It was my Lord's hard manhood rubbing against my lips and I opened my mouth oh so wide to accommodate his delicious member. His hand went back into my wet depths, his fingers exploring the wetness there, inserting one, then two fingers into my depths, his thumb rubbing my most sensitive parts. I shuddered at the contact, and he immediately removed his hand. Oh, how cruel my Lord was to me at that moment. My tears came faster as I throbbed with desire of his touch.

My Lord removed his member from my mouth and I felt it's absent strongly. Where did he go? Shortly, I felt his warm breath on my swollen wet lips and this made me mad with desire. I strained at the cords, trying to force contact with him until, he finally showed mercy at my desire and began exploring my blossom with his mouth, kissing my nether lips, biting them softly, exploring all the wet folds with his tongue. "Please my Lord, please," I begged. He removed his mouth and whispered, "Scherazade, come." He then inserted his fingers deep inside my tunnel all while applying pressure to my throbbing knob with his tongue and mouth. I screamed out in passion, "yes, my Lord, " and flooded his mouth with a river of my desire.

My Lord left me tied to the bed for many hours that night and used me in many ways. I took his member again and again in my mouth and drank his essence. He teased me with oils and hard things and probed both of my holes with his fingers and other devices, until I felt that my body was his entirely, under his command and for his total desire. At last, my Lord untied my arms and legs and massaged my aching limbs with soothing oils, holding me close and kissing the tears from my eyes. We slept deeply together that night and he held me close. And so, I ended the sixth night with my Lord. And yet, I knew that he had just begun to tap the wellspring of my desire for him.

Our Seventh Night of Passion — My Lord Takes His Pleasure

Sweet, faithful listeners. I have regaled you with tales of my first six nights, with the Lord of my pleasure, the great Sultan, to whom I owe complete obedience. His command of my pleasures has further bound me to his service, so that now he owns my heart as well as my body. I beg you to listen to the tale of my seventh night with my Lord for this night was to be a night of true reckoning for my Lord and for myself.

When I awoke from my sixth night of pleasure with my Lord, a night in which my Lord ensured my complete obedience to his will, I felt a sense of foreboding. I knew that if my Lord commanded my virginity, that I had no will but to give him what he commanded, although it may mean losing him forever. I lingered in his bed, smelling his scent and softly cried into the pillows, fearing that I may never have him again. In my heart, I knew that he had transformed me. I could no longer live without the pleasures we had shared. I mourned our impending separation for good. My maid came into the room and begged me to come back with her to the harem, yet I was reluctant to leave this bed. Finally, she pulled my hand and I walked out of my Lord's chamber and back to the harem.

All that day, I slept fitfully, occasionally crying for my Lord's pleasure. When I slept, I dreamt of his teal eyes gazing at me in passion, his strong hands exploring my body, his mouth on my mouth. I shivered in my sleep at the strength of my passion for him, even in my dreams. My maid awoke me at sunset, telling me that I was once more commanded to attend to my Lord in his chambers this night. I bathed in a sweetly scented bath of rose and orange blossom and rinsed my hair in the fresh rainwater. Naked, except for the gold bracelet on my ankle, and the gold chain around my hips, I prepared myself as the one last gift to take to my Lord.

My Lord's men came to escort me to the bedchamber. The halls of the palace seemed particularly cold this night, as I walked naked and barefoot to my Lord's pleasure and to my fate. I entered the bedchamber and immediately smelled the scent of roses. My Lord had filled the room with this beauteous flower and now its fragrance intoxicated me. My Lord stood there gazing at me with an intensity that made my knees weaken and my passionate floods to begin. For a full minute, we gazed at each other without talking and the passion between us seemed to grow as each second passed. He moved behind me and softly nuzzled my neck. "Scherazade," he whispered in my ear, "I can wait no longer and will have you completely tonight." His arms embraced me and his hands began to play with my stiffening nipples, pinching them so that they grew longer and more erect with his touch. My breath quickened with his touch on my breasts, with his growing hardness against my backside. With tears in my eyes, I whispered back, "It is my Lord's will. I am for your pleasure only."

My Lord was moved by my obedience. His hands reached further down the front of my body, touching my belly button, caressing my buttocks. When he reached the soft down of my pleasurable parts, he strongly pushed my thighs apart so that I was open to his touch. I gasped, as I felt his fingers enter my wetness, exploring the depths of my desire for him. My knees buckled as he touched my throbbing point of passion, my heart beating oh so fast. I moaned with pleasure as I felt him insert one and then two fingers, deep inside my virginal tunnel, touching that barrier to complete fulfillment.

At this point, my Lord stopped and removed himself from my trembling body. He walked over to the table and poured into a golden goblet, a sweet potion. He lead me over to the bed and begged of me to share this sweetness with him. I drank as my Lord commanded and gazed at him as I watched him drink also. He removed his robes and I could see in his nakedness all of his desire rising so strong before me. I feel to my knees and doing obeisance to his will, I asked my Lord if I might give him pleasure with my mouth. He smiled and nodded his consent.

As my Lord sat on the bed, I continued to kneel before him and slowly I took my hand, running it down the length of his hard member. My lips reached out to taste of his desire, licking the tip of him and swirling my tongue around and around him. My Lord moaned his pleasure, so I continued to take him deep in my mouth, relishing his taste and wanted him so, so much. Abruptly, he pulled his tool of desire from my mouth. I was surprised and awaited his next command. He pulled me onto the bed with him and together we shared a kiss that was oh so sweet and oh so deep. I felt as if he was trying to take my very soul in that kiss and I believed that he did in fact achieve that end. We spent some time exploring each other's mouths, tasting all the sweetness of the potion and each other with each kiss. His hands continued to explore my body as did mine his.

After some time of this, our desires grew even stronger for that ultimate merging of our bodies and our souls. My Lord whispered secret things in my ear during this endless time, secrets that I will never tell. Finally, the moment was at hand. My Lord was to take my virginity. "Scherazade," he commanded, "I want you to take me deep inside of you at your pleasure." He laid back on the bed and watched me intently as I climbed on top of him and inserted his great member into the beginning of my virginal tunnel. Slowly and carefully, I moved onto his member, feeling ever inch of him enter me with excruciating pleasure. I shivered as I felt myself become filled with his hard desire for me. His hands reached up and pinched my nipples and massaged my breasts, making my desire even greater for him. Suddenly, he thrust inside of me and broke through that last barrier to our fulfillment. I was overcome with ecstasy, finally feeling more full and contented then ever in my life. My Lord and I then began that great dance of passion. He thrust into me, and I held him, using my muscles to keep his member inside of me and to pleasure him as best I could. His great hand reached out and began to massage my throbbing pleasure point and I screamed in ecstasy and cried from the intensity of my passion at our uniting.

Our uniting continued, my Lord controlling himself as I cried out twice more from his thrusting into the center of my being. Finally, he could contain himself no longer, and he flooded me with his essence. I collapsed on top of him and could not stop kissing his eyes, his lips, his neck. He returned my kisses in like and I knew that he now owned me completely.

Twice more that night, we met in this great union, once with my Lord on top of me, and once as I knelt and he took me from behind, inserting his finger in my backside as I screamed again in complete ecstasy. Finally, exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms. My Lord held me oh so close that night and I slept fitfully. We awoke in the morning still in each other's arms. As his mouth found mine in a morning greeting, tears came into my eyes. "Scherazade," my Lord patiently asked, "why are you crying, love." "My Lord," I sobbed, "I cannot bear the thought of leaving your side forever."

My Lord sprang from our bed and walked over to the table of papers I had seen him working at not so many nights ago. He took the one laying on the top and brought it over to the bed. "Scherazade," he smiled, "this paper I have signed ensures that we will have many more nights of pleasure in each other's arms. I will not give you up as long as you continue to please me." I sprang from the bed and threw myself at my Lord's feet. "My Lord," I exclaimed, "your pleasure is my only desire."

So, with his permission, I continued to explore new ways of pleasuring my Lord. But those are other night's tales which, perchance I will relate at another time.

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