TALES FROM SCHERAZADE

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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 3 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.

Humbly,  Scherazade


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