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Archive-name: Slaves/helen-lt.txt
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Archive-title: Helen Finds a Master


Helen fancies herself a queen.  She is intelligent,
attractive,with a marvelous voluptuous body.  But she has a
haughty,imperious, I-am-superior-to-you attitude that annoys many
people and absolutely infuriates others.  She is married to an
older man who obviously adores her, pampers her, caters to her
every whim,but who cannot at all control her and has never
satisfied her. Her husband travels extensively.  Just now he is
in Europe. Helen has gone to the symphony, alone, and there met a
man whom she had known well once, a tall, spare man of curious
temperament, a hedonist, a true male chauvinist,
stubborn,opinionated, willful- a type that Helen usually
detested.  That evening, after the concert, he offered her a
drink, and thinking of avoiding a long cab ride home alone, she
accepted.  The thought of physical involvement with this man,
though perhaps not repulsive, was certainly far from her mind. 
After stopping for a drink and a late, light supper, he did drive
her to her house,made the expected pass, and she responded by
giving him a stinging slap in the face.  He responded as no man
had before. He twisted her arm, turned her away from him, and
using a hard, barehand, slapped her fiercely across the rump. 
She reacted immediately, and when he slapped her fanny hard
again, she gasped aloud and all thought of resistance was gone. 
Recognizing her reaction exactly for what it was, as complete
submission, he led her to her bedroom, stripped her bare, spanked
her further and harder, and soon joined her nude in her bed, took
her in strange positions and in strange ways, vanquishing her
completely and satisfying her better than she had been satisfied
for years.He had peeled off the veneer layer from her, made her
feel like a true love slave, ready, anxious to please his every
whim.  Her husband will be gone for a month, and for that month
she has a master, one who owns her, will train her in the image
that he finds desirable.   He will spank her when he pleases,
perhaps in the privacy of her bedroom and perhaps elsewhere, with
otherswatching.  Now these spankings are not severe beatings-
only firm spankings applied with a bare hand or a leather strop
to her naked bottom.  They paint her rear end a bright pink,
leaving her heaving and gasping, and incredibly excited, looking
only for ways to please him even more.  And he promises her
nothing more than regular, almost constant excitement, wild new
adventures,exciting new friends, and orgasm, orgasm, orgasm!!!!
So she has found a master, a strong man on whom all her almost
juvenile feminine wiles of the past are useless, a man who has
captured her, has spanked her thoroughly and often and made her
love him for it, conquered her totally, used her sexually in
every conceivable way, introduced her to threesomes and foursomes
and orgies, photographed her nude body in unbelievable poses,kept
her constantly aroused and is now putting her through her paces,
a series of varied sexual adventures, all embarrassing to her but
marvelously, deliciously dangerous and exciting at the same time. 
The queen has become a willing sex slave to a highly imaginative
master, and never has she felt herself so much awoman as now. For
the past year and a half she and her neighbor, a particular pal,
have been taking belly dancing lessons- at first with agroup of
woman at the local YWCA- and at the end of that series,privately
from an older, very experienced belly dancer, anelegant, exotic
lady of Turkish extraction who had learned this dance in the old
country as a girl.  This older woman, now about 60, is an
incredible specimen.  She is slim, lithe, with a marvelous body
and more energetic than women half her age.  She has continued
the lessons with Sara and Helen, and has taught them things that
the YWCA classes did not- much more advanced things, and
especially she has taught them about the sexuality of the dance. 
She believes that belly dancing is inherently erotic,that it is
meant to excite both the dancer and the watchers, and that it is
senseless and practically impossible- for the dancer not to have
sex after she is through dancing.  If she has no partner
available, then masturbation is expected and encouraged. She
believes that belly dancing without orgasm following is absolute
nonsense. Helen has been delighted with the lessons- they are
real fun,marvelous exercise, and they give her the most erotic
feelings imaginable. When she began her lessons, she thought that
they might put some excitement in her otherwise hum-drum
existence. Well, she thought, they certainly have done that. 
Consider the basic movement in the belly dance- the thrusting
forward and backwards of the pelvis, an almost perfect parody of
the female movements in sexual intercourse.  Consider the source,
too. Belly dancing was first done in the Harems of the Sultans in
the Ottoman Empire, and the dancers were always harem
slaves,selected for having the perfect, voluptuous figure that
the dance demands- full breasts, firm, shapely legs and thighs,
and adelicious, magnificent bottom.  Helen's figure matches this
description exactly. And further, the slave is a Houri, a nubile
female whose whole purpose is pleasing her master, however he
might wish to be pleased.  It is her responsibility to excite
him, almost beyond control, so that he will then take her,
manfully, forcefully. During the early lessons at the YWCA, the
students  dress in sweatpants and shirts and tennis shoes, a
ragpack looking group,not in the least exciting in appearance. 
After the YWCA phase,the teacher suggested that Helen and Sara
buy the appropriate costumes, the diaphanous, filmy materials,
designed to show more than they hide, so that beautiful breasts
are apparent, nipples are protuberant and obvious, and thighs and
bottoms excitingly displayed as much as they are hid.  One
Saturday afternoon, the girls made an excursion to Greek Town to
an obscure shop, and bought the costumes.  Later in the week they
met, each to see how the other looked dressed.  Helen looked very
attractive- but Sara was absolutely gorgeous.  Her pitch black
hair, intense brown eyes, full shapely mouth, and dark coloring
gave her an Italian look, almost like Sophia Loren.  She was sex
personified in this costume, her gorgeous body almost completely
revealed and still hidden slightly.  She looked the perfect
Houri, the beautiful,nubile, voluptuous maiden that Moslems think
await them in Paradise, trained to excite and to give perfect,
exotic, never-ending sex in ways almost beyond the comprehension
of mortal man. Helen put on a tape, and they danced- first
together, and then,one for the other, obviously both very
excited.  Sara approached the end of her dance, and in Harem
manner, began to remove the few articles of clothing she wore.
First the pantaloons came off so she was dancing in her vest and
underpants.  Helen removed her own pantaloons.  Sara unbuttoned
the vest, showing Helen her gorgeous breasts for the first time,
utterly delicious looking love apples, high and full and firm,
with chocolate brown aurioles and nipples, fully erect, almost
demanding to be kissed. Helen stared, transfixed.  Sara danced
closer, took down her underpants, wiggled free of them and
danced, her legs spread, her podex wiggling, her black pubic
triangle in front of Helen'seyes.  She turned, her gorgeous bare
bottom weaving, the cute rosette now and then visible as the
cheeks parted, almost beckoning to Helen to come forward and kiss
it.  Helen stared,absolutely entranced, unable to take her glance
away from the heavenly sight of Sara, now turned again towards
her, her legs slightly spread, her unbelievable femininity
clearly visible,juicy, lovable, as it moved forward and back,
offering itself forher kisses. Helen pulled off her few items of
clothes and knelt before this dancing nymph and moved forward,
her face now between the dancers legs.  And for the first time,
she kissed that glorious cunny.  Her tongue found the erect clit. 
She massaged it wetly.  Now the two nude girls stand, the dancing
stopped though the music goes on.  They kiss deeply and wildly. 
In an instant they are on the couch, in a position of 69, each
feasting on the sopping, squishy. delicious cunt of the other. 
Both have found the only logical, the only possible end of a true
Harem belly dance when no man is present. And now, much later,
after Helen was captured, her new master has decided that Helen
will do a public performance of the belly dance, before a small
audience, in his own home.  The guests have finished dinner and
are relaxed, and Helen has gone to don her costume.  She will be
wearing a semi-transparent vest, deeply cut to show her cleavage,
and through which her nipples are easily visible.  She is wearing
the dancers pantaloons, again of a diaphanous material through
which can be seen her panties, again almost transparent, and
through which can be seen the shadow ofher pubic triangle and the
delightful cleavage of her behind. She is wearing a boxfull of
junk jewelry, assorted baubles and bangles of glass, in bright
colors.  She has on bright, vivid makeup, and a heavy squirt of
perfume in strategic places.  The perfume itself is a special
type, with a very sweet, aromatic scent.  It is potent when she
is still, but later when her wildmovements have caused her body
to heat up, the perfume vaporizes further and the air takes on an
exciting, erotic aroma, almost like incense.  This arouses her,
and she knows that it excites the audience.  There will not be a
flaccid cock in the room,later on. She hears the music begin- a
tape of Turkish music, exotic and slow and exciting, music one
can almost taste as well as hear. She dances in, her body
throbbing in time with the music, her sexuality obvious, her
excitement clearly showing.  Those present applaud, enjoying the
private show.  Very soon, the tempo changes, the beat picks up
and the pace of her movements change. Quickly her master signals
her.  Her pantaloons are removed.  She dances now, bare legged,
her scrumptious bottom in constant motion, more excited now and
more exciting now than before.  The master signals again.  Her
vest flutters down.  She now stands bare breasted before the
audience, her nipples erect, her excitement growing.  Will her
panties come off, next?  Of course they do.  Now she is nude,
continuing the motions, the parody. She knows what to expect
next. When the dance is done before a private audience in the
Harem, it concludes with the nude dancer being given for the
night to one or more of the guests.  Sometimes the person
selected will take her, then and there, with the others watching,
cheering him on. She will already be fully excited.  No foreplay
is necessary. The male selected may or may not need further
stimulation.  If so, the dancer is fully trained, and will use
her body in any way to excite him, to prepare him to take her. 
And when he takes her, he will take her however he pleases, in
any orifice in anyway.  Will it excite him to spank her naked
bottom with a strop or a cane?  Then he will do so, without
opposition from the Sultan or any other person there.  He is the
chosen guest and has been given the use of the dancer, and use
her he will, as he pleases. There is another historical custom
from the days of the Sultan. In those days, a eunuch was present,
usually carrying a bamboocane.  If the Sultan decided that the
dancer's pace was too slow,or if there was a certain movement
that he wanted emphasized, asign to the eunuch would tell him to
slash the dancer across her behind, a stroke guaranteed to bring
results.  This might be repeated a few times, or many if the
Sultan was cruel.  Tonight,of course, there is no eunuch and none
would be needed. This night, the audience is composed of the
master, three other men and a woman.  Helen dances on, now
turning her back to theaudience, bending far forward, and
slightly spreading her legs. Her marvelous buttocks are only a
foot away from those watching,her squishy femininity fully in
sight, her podex wiggling and wobbling, the rosebud of her anus
almost winking at those watching.  As she is bent forward, her
body so intimately exposed to those who watch, her own feelings
are of gigantic excitement. She knows that soon her master will
give her for the night to one or another of the guests- perhaps
one of the men, or perhaps to the woman, and she knows that she
will do her part to please this person.  She is playing out the
part of the harem slave, and it is as much as her life would be
worth to displease the Sultan if she really was a slave.  And in
a sense she is.  Since she has come under the control of this
master, she has been getting regular punishment- which she loves
and hates at the same time. There is no question that it is truly
painful to be turned over,rump-up and stropped thoroughly with
that leather.  But at the same time, she adores the wild
sexuality that she feels as her master uses her in strange ways
and givers her body for use by his friends.  Yes, in a sense he
has converted her from lady to whore, but never has she felt as
attached to or as involved with any man.  Yes, he totally is boss
and she would not willingly have him any other way. And she
absolutely revels in the joy she feels as her master shows off
her beautiful body to strangers and willingly shares her most
intimate charms with others. She dances on, her nude body
writhing and turning.  At times her back is turned to the
audience, and they then are treated to the sight of the muscles
working in her beautiful thighs and ass, a particular delight in
the eyes of her master and exciting absolutely to any man. 
Perhaps whomever gets her tonight will want her that way, she
thinks, and gives a special, exciting plunge that exhibits that
particular delight to the audience,signifying perhaps that there
is orgasmic joy to be had right here for a strong man.  And who
will the winner be, the one selected to conquer her, perhaps
right there in full view of all,on that pile of cushions?  Maybe
it will be the woman this time. She is attractive enough, about
40, shapely, quite well dressed,with a good, slim figure.  Helen
dances a little bit, just for her, and this is immediately
obvious to all.  Yes, that one mightjust spread her thighs  and
Helen would kneel between them cheerfully, gladly looking into
and then kissing and worshiping her delicious femininity. 
Perhaps it will be one of the men. One, seated in the center,
attracts her especially.  He is talland sturdy, perhaps 50, salt
and pepper grey in his hair, and astrong, powerful look-- and
obviously very excited. Now, she dances especially for him,
facing him, her thighs parted, her curly dark blonde triangle in
full view, and as she moves backand forth, her vulva opens and
closes slightly, her pink clit now erect and peeping out at him. 
The perfume is now at its fullest effect and the sight of her
nude body, obviously totally aroused, fully ready to be
conquered, has all of the audience incredibly excited.  They now
want the dance to end and to see Helen take upanother challenge-
the total satisfaction of another person. The master designates
an individual who wins tonight's prize. As she had hoped, it is
the stocky man with grey in his hair.  He seizes her immediately,
his hands rubbing across her back anddown over her bottom, and as
he grasps each cheek of her rump in a huge hand and squeezes, he
kisses her, a long, wet kiss, his tongue plunging deep in her
mouth.  And of course she responds to his kiss, offering her hot
tongue in a kind of duel, her nipples rubbing against his shirt. 
They are in full view of the others, but she does not care at all
who watches- in her mind she is afully stimulated slave girl who
will do her utmost, her absolute utmost to satisfy this man, the
man designated as her lover for tonight by her master.  He bends
slightly forward, taking a nipple between his lips and gives it a
hard, sucking kiss- almost too hard for her comfort, but still
tremendously stimulating.  He stands and his trousers immediately
drop to expose a monstrous erection, standing straight out, all
but pointing at her.  Helen drops to her knees as her master has
taught her to do.  She greets this appendage with a large, wet
kiss, massaging the head with her slippery tongue. The dance has
done what it always does for her-left her feeling almost
orgasmic.  Now she wants to pay homage to this lovely huge cock,
to make it even more ready sothat it will invade her body, give
her spectacular pleasure andthen squirt its full tribute into
her.  And she will willingly do as she has been taught- she will
relax totally, no matter where this monstrous cock is put, and
then participate in the pleasure whole-heartedly, giving as much
as she can, and cummmming with her new lover, cummmming for him 
again and again until he has had enough. He takes her to the pile
of cushions, and removes the rest of his clothing so that he,
like she, is nude. She wonders if this new lover will want to
spank her first- there is master's leather strop, hanging on a
hook on the wall.  Will he want to use this on her, to
demonstrate his total control?  He does not.  She drops back on
the cushions, thighs spread, ready to be pleasured by him.  He
kneels before her, first giving her delicious, wet pussy a deep
tonguing kiss.  She responds wildly, raising her bottom up to
meet him, throwing her legs up and back so they rest on his
shoulders.  He raises his head, thrusts a finger into her oily,
juicy nest, withdraws that finger and searches for and finds
another orifice for it, thrusting it deep into her bottom. She
gasps.  She knows that he will very quickly make her cumm for the
first time this evening- that she had practically been there a
number of times during the dance, but not quite, but this oral
stimulation and anal stimulation she cannot resist.  But not yet.
He moves his body forward so that his rigid cock is at her outer
portals.  She will get, will need, no further foreplay. 
Slowly,deeply, thickly, forcefully his rigid rod enters until
it's entire depth is planted in her.  He strokes back and then
forward again- totally in control, setting the pace that pleases
him best.  And suddenly she throws her arms around his neck and
says for all to hear, "ooooooh,oooooooh I'm
cummmmmmmmmmmmmmminnnng!!!!".  Her new lover smiles, his macho
feelings excited, he has conquered this delicious bitch.  He has
caught her, fucked her, and made her surrender his orgasm to him.
But he is by no means through.  He continues the slow pace.Though
she has just cum, her arousal has really not diminished at all. 
Her new lover is fucking her masterfully, slow, deep powerful
strokes, his finger still imbedded in her anus, keeping time with
the strokes of his cock.  Never has she enjoyed intercourse so
much as this instant, but at the moment she thinks how terrible
it is to do this with people watching, how embarassing, how
awful, how dangerous, how absolutely delicious. And her thought
goes to her master, who has orchestrated this whole event, you
might say choreographed it, and she loves him for understanding
her so well, for analyzing her needs for sensation and
humiliation and having them satisfied.  Her head turns, she sees
the audience watching, transfixed.  The woman is obviously
aroused, her legs now spread, her crotch pointed towards Helen,
though she has her panty-hose on.  They make eyecontact.  The
woman makes the sign of a kiss to Helen, and Helen makes the
response, her tongue emerging and making a licking motion.  Helen
knows, just absolutely knows, that when the othersleave, that
lady will remain, those panty hose will come off, andHelen will
be treated to a closer sight of those female delights and that
Helen's master will give her to a second lover tonight,and at the
thought, her body shakes and quivers as she goes through the
throes of a second orgasm.

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