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Joanna's Contribution

By: clarepanties



A Contribution from Joanna: (as an adjunct to "Matt becomes Mattie"). 

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Mattie has asked me to consider writing something for you, the reader, especially about my experiences and feelings as regards the education that I have had from my now friend, Duncan.

I am not as emotional as Mattie and tend to write in a more matter of fact style focusing on the events and conclusions rather than the intricate detail that she so, successfully, weaves into her writing. So excuse me for this.

I want to start by giving a brief summary of the relationships involved and some background on me. As I write, Mattie and I have been married for eleven years. I met her (him) when we were postgraduates at a dinner party hosted by one of our mutual friends and was attracted to him because of his humour, education and sensitivity. He was also working in a business that I was interested in, albeit a different discipline. Matt wasn't your average Jock. We had a fairly short relationship before we were engaged and then married.

At the start of this new phase of life, our marriage was solid if not spectacular. Matt was a good breadwinner in his communications field and six years ago we managed to purchase a really nice cottage and buildings in a good lot just outside our village. With an increasing family, I was able to make this a nice nest for us and then worked from home, gradually building up more clientele and income from the company that I was contracted to. This I enjoyed as I had graduated with a first class degree in bio-chemistry from Durham and, at that point when I started up home-work in communications, I felt that I was not using my mind sufficiently.

We have been graced with two wonderful intelligent children whom I deeply love, but then what mother doesn't say that.

Not everything was perfect though and two years ago I would say that I am not sure our marriage would have stayed the test of time. Matt was somewhat distant, over-pressurised at work, not talking about his emotions and wasn't really that good in bed. He was, however, a brilliant father. We were also, I would say, good friends.

Our sex life was fairly miserable and I will admit that I too was partly to blame, especially after the birth of our second one. He would probably say that I was fairly boring too and saw sex as something perfunctory and, how can I phrase, it a reproductive process. Our sex was something that was not really discussed between us and when we did, it was all rather vanilla. We never covered what we liked, disliked and the subject of fetish, I think we both saw the other as seeing it as 'taboo'. Totally irrational for two intelligent people.

I came to realise this when I started to lose weight after my second child and realised I was overweight. I had been a 38c 32 40 and was too heavy. My breasts were too large and carrying too much fat and my bottom was massive. I was wearing size 16 (UK) clothing and I decided to lose weight. Eventually, I have come down to a 36b 28 37 and am now a size 8 to10. I have kept my young looks with my milky skin and for that I am grateful and my hair has no grey in it. I wear it in a short bob.

There were two realisations, firstly I much preferred wearing simple male-like clothes and plain underwear, and secondly, I had realised that my sex life needed a boost. I was seriously considering finding a better lover and or a female friend. I had enjoyed a lovely lesbian relationship in my hall, Castle, at Durham and missed the tenderness of the female body, the emotions involved and the intensity of mutual orgasms. I was largely what one would describe as the top.

That doesn't mean to say I didn't like men but I quickly realised that I am bi with a 'male' leaning in the way I like my sex and probably in mind too. I can easily separate fact and emotion. I wasn't that experienced only having had three boyfriends before Matt came along. I really did enjoy sex back in my late teens and early 20s and enjoyed some 'fetish' aspects but Matt and I never went there to explore such directions. I was happy with him though as life is all about balances.

Then the bombshell hit with Matt coming back from Vancouver and me discovering the panties. I was suspicious that he had been enjoying mine from time to time and I knew he had a weakness for lingerie. He was always looking at shops and furtive glances at magazines, other women, I had noticed pairs missing from time to time or the laundry basket having been turned over. I didn't really mind as, to the best of my knowledge or as a result of his good disguise and cover, he had always been faithful. When I went through his luggage to retrieve laundry, I found not only a pair of mine that I knew was missing, but another black lacy pair that were definitely not mine. And there were a pair of stockings.

I quietly went ballistic but then decided to look at our computer and some good digging in the cookies soon found that he had been looking at various crossdressing, transvestite and lingerie sites, not only for porn but for transformation information. I thought about this and gave him the benefit of the doubt but that this had to be aired with him. As I have indicated, I am more factually driven than emotional and, indeed, Matt was far more womanly in that regard.

The rest, as one says, is history and I will not repeat what Mattie has written except to say that she has had my full love and support. He was very brave in unloading his want to cross-dress and his other interests. And, as you know, I accepted his want to dress and outlined my wants. Firstly, that I wanted to find a girlfriend in addition to loving Mattie, secondly, that I wanted to assume control of Mattie in bed, and thirdly, I raised the subject of his endowment and that in time, and when we were, ready I wanted to experience some larger men in terms of their cock size, and also I would say, their make behaviour in bed. On the male front, I had always fantasised about large hard cocks.

After a couple of really good sessions with Mattie and the fun of exploring his sexuality, it dawned on me that the way forward was a role reversal between us. And how it has worked as my career has really taken off, back in the folds of corporate advertising. I enjoy my work, my clients and my fellow staff. I enjoy the pressure and the travel and I enjoy my time off. Mattie has been brilliant as a mother and wife and we have been lucky how the children and our families have adapted to her transformation. That has been a godsend for both of us.

I have thoroughly enjoyed the way the sex had developed between us, much more variety, better stimulation, proper orgasms and best of all open communications about sex between us.

And then came Louise, right on our doorsteps. We both cherish her not only for the sex she offers and her own individuality in that and what she has introduced me to, but, most importantly, as a person. She has a gorgeous, open and loyal personality and why no-one has swept her before, who knows, but it is to Mattie and my fortune that she is the third axe of our triumvirate. The kids so love her as well. I love her and I know Mattie does as well. For me, it is like having two wives to love and cherish. I am so lucky. I will say that night I discovered Louise, as a birthday present in the suite bondaged up and on the Tower, I was stunned. Mattie and she were very naughty but it was a brilliant move on Mattie's part. I liked her a lot but had no idea that she felt so deeply about me; it did not take long to love her intensely.

So, in conclusion of this first part, I have been so lucky and I love Mattie and Louise so much, a different love to my children. I would never want to lose them or risk losing. Even though I am the domme I will sound them out to their thoughts and will not risk putting our relationships at risk. They know that and they are also equally open with me about how they feel and want to develop.

That brings me onto Duncan, which is the main theme of this writing of mine. I thank Louise for introducing me to him. She and Mattie had discussed my longer-term want for a good man and the she had raised the subject when we went for a latex fetish weekend in Austria. Having gauged what I was looking for, she mentioned that she knew Duncan and that he could be a good candidate in the sense that he enjoyed sex, was known to be fairly perverted, well endowed and had no current lover. Most importantly of all, he was caring and could separate the act of love from pure unadulterated sex, which is what I wanted.

I re-emphasise to you that I can separate the sexual act as being a transactional one from sex in romance. On our first meeting in an Oxford pub, we closely explored that subject. His Middle Eastern wife had died some time ago tragically and since her death, he had explored his dominant side through being a bull in cuckold relationships and a range of fetish clubs and contacts. He talked about some of his experiences and scenario planning that he had been involved in.

He talked about his main interests being heavily dominant to women, extending their experience range, BDSM and associated with this piercings and chaining as well as heavy punishment to pain to pleasure sessions. He enjoyed voyeurism and sex parties. I asked him about what fantasies he had and he came out with two major ones, firstly to have a Middle Eastern or Middle Eastern looking girl as his sex partner and, secondly, to set her up as a high class 'escort' to selected clients (well as a 'lend out' to his friends) from many of the upper echelons of society in the Levant and the Gulf. Louise was aware of all of this and has played a very discreet role in keeping these conversations privy, leaving me to brief Mattie accordingly.

Apparently, he was primarily taken by my eagerness to learn and experiment. He liked that I was obviously intelligent and not emotional in my thinking. Also, that I wasn't a young thing; he commented that he found late 30s to early 40 women really appealing as they often retained their looks but were more willing to experiment, test themselves and, in doing so, seek out really good sex.

Physically, I appealed to him because of my dark hair though my bob was too short for him. He loved my youthful looks, dark brown eyes, my milky skin and full lips and later I learnt that my largish bottom, my breasts with their purplish pink nipples had registered his interest. And that I was completely waxed was a big appeal as well as my very prominent labia and clitoris when excited as well as my brown puckered anal entry. I could qualify as a light skinned Emirati girl.

Visually, Duncan is not what I would call an absolute stunner. He is a gentleman though and very caring at all times. He is very well educated and was an academic working on Middle Eastern politics working in Oxford. He came across as conservative and somewhat crusty. His hair is all their and his physique is in good condition. He is also healthy, clean and trim. He asked that of me as well and he checks up on all participants in his scenario plays.

Duncan is interesting to talk to and that is important for me too. On the sexual side, he does ask me to chat to him about what I liked, what I think of, what I do not like so that he can modify play accordingly.

Mattie has described the dinner with him and our first experiences with him. I must add that I was somewhat shocked when I saw the size of him for the first time, his gorgeous massive cock. He isn't ultra long at just over eight inches but his girth is huge and it really splits me in two. I believe his diameter is some two to two and a half inches. He also has lovely heavy large balls, a nice foreskin and lovely massive purplish helmet glans to his penis. He dwarfed Mattie and was very much what I was looking for.

He is also a magnificent lover and Mattie also enormously enjoyed her cuckolding, as he didn't just focus on me. She has been back some three times for cuckold sex and bondage. She, and Louise, is aware of most things that go on or are planned as he cleverly has involved them in my preparation and post-visit sessions.

However, his focus has been fourfold with me when we are one on one.

Firstly, that I am to be his cum-bucket and slut. When with him, I have to offer myself totally to him and be used and abused as he sees fit, not when I want to. The purpose of this is that he is in sexual control of me and that I am very much his sub. And in doing so, I can learn what it is to be sub and take plays and imagination back to Mattie and Louise.

Secondly, within this first parameter, I will enact out the role of a Middle Eastern woman. I understand that his wife had been very devoted and ceded herself to him. However, he felt that, because of her Coptic background, he could not develop her out to the extent he sought and indeed his previous relationships had fallen short of the fourth parameter. Less so Coptic, but certainly the Arabic culture isolates the woman from childhood and especially puberty through to her presentation to her husband; there was no western style of going out with boys. Traditional society sexually dictated that what was at stake was not mutuality between partners but the adult male's achievement of pleasure through domination. Female sexuality, if unsatisfied or uncontrolled, could result in social chaos (fitna) and social order thus required male control of women's bodies.

A Middle Eastern woman who disregarded the above and ventured outside her husband for another man or woman would be discarded from family and society. However, Duncan's perversion of this is to offer a western woman, masquerading as being Middle Eastern, and a chance to become sexually open to him and, perhaps a creative idea in his mind, to all those partners he selects, and such a fetish oriented woman would be highly cherished by his Arabic friends.

Thirdly, my commitment to him is that, in the above as a sub, I am to be made available in whatever manner and to whom he deems fit at sex parties and of what persuasion in terms of fetish. Nothing, other than blood and children is taboo to him and he encourages me to participate to increase my experiences. However, he will respect my limits as he did when he first proposed pony play early on and I said no and he objected very strongly when someone at a party suggested cutting and tattooing me. These interventions, combined with his familiarisation and training techniques, give me a lot of confidence and trust in him.

Fourthly, that I am now to be his 'escort'. This did not really surface early on, only when he had confidence in me and vica versa. I find that his is a fascinating area that has just begun in earnest and I do find it very exciting as a play as power rests with him as my pimp and my 'clients.' I haven't be traded out on a whim off the phone but rather he has approached people that he knows and offers me to them on a total temporary power exchange in return for hard considerable money. But again he knows them or they have to have very good references from a close friend and have to certify their health.

Mattie has described the pre-requisites I have to meet before arriving at Duncan's house and also including the humiliation of being walked up the street ready for service and invariably leashed. There are just seven major pre-requisites inside his house.



Joanna's Contribution Ch. 02



Part 6

I wondered what Duncan wanted to chat about. I didn't think it was about rejecting me to continue with my 'training.' Overall, I had really enjoyed the previous night and was thoroughly revelling exploring this wonderfully perverted side of me.

I climbed off the bed, these white panties still on me, and took the pottie and peed for Duncan. "Ok, Yuwannā, you can remove the panties for the moment; I want you to go and clean up including your enema, do your hair and put on some light make-up. I have put some Arabic perfume out for you. Then come and see me for what you are to wear this afternoon.

I went and showered and did all that was requested of me. The perfume was an intense mix of jasmine, saffron with water lilies and hints of frankincense and orange blossom.

Into the bedroom and Duncan had laid out what I was to wear, a new medium Abaya with some ornate gold stitching woven around its base and on the arms and for lingerie, a white Agent Provocateur Cendrillon ¼ cup bra that pushed my breasts up so my nipples would be open. It was lacy underneath and around the breast support and then two straps came up and joined the main strap with a ribbon positioned. With it was a matching deep style suspender is styled the same embroidery with smooth elastic detailing and a sensual satin bow. It was open at the back with its design that arched around my bottom down to the back garter straps. On the bed were also the matching panties; these were briefs in the same soft lacy fabric but at the back only the lower third supported each of my bottom globes; the rest of the brief consisting of three straps either side running up over each cheek to join at the top.

I put on the bra, then the suspender belt and took the tan stockings out of their Wolford packet and rolled those onto my legs and clipped them home. Just as I was to put on the panties, Duncan appeared. 

"God, your breasts look good in that bra, it's the way it pushed up your nipples. Sensuous"

He tweaked them,

"I wish you would reconsider having them pierced. They would look and feel fantastic for you. But more about that at lunch perhaps?"

I smiled at him and thanked him for the wonderful sexy outfit.

"Dildo time first, Yuwannā." He took two large dildos and with no lubricant pushed them home into me, letting me swallow them inside. He then laced up my pussy rings with a little white ribbon, leaving my butt plug dildo still out. I went to put the sexy white Cendrillon panties on.

"Not those, Yuwannā, they are for this evening. You won't be back until later, so I will pack a small bag of things for you. Here you are; I want you to wear these now."

He gave me the panties that had been my outer hood during our sex together. 

"I have a small test for you this afternoon but I am sure you will pass with flying colours. More over lunch."

I put on these simple white full bikini panties, noting that they were fairly well stained already. I said nothing.

"Now put on your black slipper shoes." 

I did that and Duncan came across and attached my thigh and ankle cuffs over my stockings, and then my wrist ones. He produced a wide steel neck collar and padlocked that home on me. And then he pulled out a lot of Middle Eastern jewellery, two heavy waist chains, two Adara necklaces each with a pendant, long earrings and plenty of bangles for my wrists and ankles.

"I would like you to wear one more thing, Yuwannā, and it is an Arabic silver ring, silver heading off diseases and bad fortune. It is an expression of my affection for you. You will see it is a wide band and it has an engraving in Arabic, "Yuwannā, Duncan's cock slave" engraved on it."

"I will be honoured to wear it, Master."

He slipped it onto my right index finger as that is the most important ring finger known in Arabic as the al shahid. The left wedding finger represents love as well so that wasn't totally appropriate. Deep affection, yes, was growing in me but not love.

He helped me into my Abaya and I straightened myself.

"You are not wearing your Burqa this afternoon, but I do want you well veiled with my idea of a veil to hide your face and collar."

The first thing that Duncan took was the heavily-stained white panties that I had inhaled as I took his cock not that long ago. He slipped them over me and used small clips to tighten them at the back of my neck and under my chin. He then put a white skull cap bonnet over my hair and then helped me put on the black Hijab followed by the matching Niqab. He pulled the veil across so just my made-up eyes stared out from under through the three to four inch gap; the white of the panties looked as if it was an integral part of the veil. Here I was completely anonymous under the black of my veiling and just about to step outside taking in the intimate love and toilet scent of a young woman I was to shortly meet.

We stepped outside Duncan's house and started walking. I was not leashed and carried a small bag and Duncan took the overnight bag I used. We retrieved his car and drove over to the Jericho area of Oxford and to the Brasserie Blanc in Walton Street. He had borrowed the car parking space of a friend for parking up and we again walked the short distance to the restaurant. It was most odd to be walking around pantied like this and I mentally filed it for Mattie.

We were shown a quiet table and Duncan said I could unveil and to discreetly remove the panties as I took of my head and face wear.

We ordered and then Duncan started; I shall paraphrase the discussion but it ran on the lines of the following.

"Yuwannā, let me say a few things up front and don't blush too much. You are intelligent, sexy, obedient, open minded, loyal, and emotionally balanced and you strive for success. You take my orders without questioning and you are very trustworthy. I also think that you enjoy being in your hood and it enables you to really focus on what is at hand. I am impressed by the way you can exclude everything else from your busy life and focus on nothing but sex when with me, be it me and my cock, the dildos in you, bondage whatever. You do see sex without the normal emotional levels of most women and that gives you a huge advantage."

I smiled and Duncan continued,

"You have a wonderfully stable relationship with your two girlfriends and I am not ever going to come in the way of that. You are successful in your career and you are a super person. You are very stable and what I will say in a minute this is a big, big plus."

"When you came to me, and thank you Louise, I think that you had three main objectives in your mind; firstly to bring a balance in your marriage between the women in your life and the need for a man as you are truly bi; secondly to experience good sized cocks in you and thirdly, more importantly, to stretch your experiences and limits as you are highly sexed and you were coming off several years of non-release or discovery. You are domme at home but also needed to understand if you are submissive on the basis of experiencing what it means to be sub so you can better dominate them."

He looked at me quizzically,

"However, I am thinking that you may have made a discovery, that you are indeed submissive. Am I right, don't answer that for a sec? My own take on it is that you almost have a split personality, a need to be successful and a need to be dominant in that and your love for Mattie and Louise is built on that; there's nothing wrong with that at all and everything that you have and evolved into on that front. What I offer is a route to that sub experimental side of you, your creativity and your womanhood as a female. You enjoy all that it offers and you wonder how far you can go."

Duncan took a sip of wine that had arrived,

"You know where I am coming from and what interests me and, Yuwannā, I do appreciate how you have responded to me as I have never had a woman like you so responsive, so eager to learn and a willingness to try anything. What are your feelings now and have things changed?"

I looked at Duncan.

"Well yes and no, Master. I am indeed very, shall I say the wrong word, comfortable in my sub role and didn't really I had such a strong submissive side. I don't want Mattie and Louise to know that completely though they are already aware that occasionally I will show it. I do enjoy being submissive and, yes, I guess I do have a split personality as you put it. I think it also may be relief to my decision making capacity in work and home life too."

I continued, Duncan sipped more wine,

"I revel in being sub to you and I have been more than surprised how I have enjoyed it and I have shocked myself at the pain I can take. I do get a buzz from seeing myself marked after your beatings, like looking at my body after last night and today's additions. And that spit roasting last night, that was wonderful. Even though last night's whipping was sore and that one into my pussy, combined with your flaying of my tits and mons this morning was agony, I got a big creamy buzz from it though."

"There are a couple of things more, first I am very open, no pun meant, to your suggestions of how we take things forward from here. I will say upfront, I thoroughly enjoyed serving James last night and the sex with you has been brilliant, that session this morning was very erotic to me as it played off my feminity and in looking to pleasing you and your cock. As you know, that orgasm was one of my really special deep mind-blowing ones."

One more sip of wine and the starters arrived,

"In summary, Master, I am at your disposition to any man that you choose for me. As long as you screen them for their sanity and health, and of course, their fetishes, I am willing to offer myself to your complete domination under the original terms we agreed on. I do not care if you bring me your friends or you make money for us, from cameras, videos or by setting me up as an escort."

That I knew was a big commitment to Duncan and I would have to take care positioning this to my two girls. I took my first bite; it was, by the way, delicious.

"I know that I have to communicate somehow this to Mattie and Louise. They have been aware of most things we have done and the objectives of why. I wouldn't mention the transactional side but rather that it is all for my experimenting and learning my own limits and that it will not impact on the relationship. They know that and I think accept it, but of course, continual reassurance from me and also from you, is essential in getting the time and space to serve you in this."

"Agree" and we ate our starters. As we had our plates cleared, Duncan responded,

"What you said, Yuwannā, is so right and I certainly do note what you said. If you are willing, I am willing to venture with you deeper into exploring all of this."

"I am, this is a strong commitment and I think proofed how I can separate work and home from here, totally, so all I think about is sex, cock, you pleasure and my pleasure."

"Well, I will put it this way, a highly successful, intelligent and well educated, obedient and submissive, fetish-driven woman could be a wonderful high class escort. Especially when she is pretty, sophisticated and a very young lower 40's with some of the, I will say, older men I know. They prefer such women to the 20 something because of that experience offer and also the 'brain connection.' They too offer experienced sex and fetish play."

"You know that you could make some serious money that would pay for all our equipment, clothing for you and far more. I know that you say this is in part for your enjoyment and limits, and you would certainly have that, but if you ever needed the cash in the future, you would be well trained for the role of being a very high class professional escort."

I smiled and laughed, we had another sip of the wine, "Possibly true, continue, oh by the way, what age are we talking about"

"Well, on the latter probably 40 to 70 with the main age spread being 50 to 65. I can think of some folk in London who would be very pleased to meet with you and for which we would already see significant fees. I can also think that if this is a success and you enjoy this and maybe another session after that for training you further, I could set you up with one hell of a deal."

The main course arrived and we tried that and again tucked into it, enjoying the Burgundy too. Eventually I said, "You left that last one hanging out, give me a clue."

"Yuwannā, I know someone high up in the nobility in the Emirates and they would revel in you and I know that you would enjoy them and the whole experience of being in such surroundings. Furthermore, they have a huge business spread and I could engineer that a contract or contracts of significance come your way as to their UK communications, so we could arrange a relatively long trip out there, say five to ten days, under the guise of business. I can vouch for them and there would be no danger, after all they couldn't risk the scandal, could they?"

"Mmmmm, I could be tempted."

"You would live as an Arab woman in one of their palaces and you would be in with the other wives and attendants, or I will be blunt, the harem. You would really get to know about the culture and the way sex is perceived so you would be more than cosseted as you offer a side of sex they do not like that much, so they would be relieved that someone is taking the burden off their husband and others. I know a Gulf Air 1st class stewardess who did this and, if you like, I could give you her number if you want a reference and to hear about her experiences."

"No, not necessary, and I think part of the fun could be the excitement of the new." I said I trust you in your choice and preparations and I do. So what is needed?"

"Well, let's get down the line to that as you aren't ready yet; you are well advanced."

"What do you have in mind to what I need?"

"Yuwannā, I think there are six main things. These are to continue on with the cock and kegel training to become an even better cock slut. You are really getting there but I want you to take even larger if you can. You have had over 8 without any major cervix discomfort and we need to see if you can go larger and, on girth, there are some out there over 3 inches in diameter, whereas I am just over 2.8. As you may be realising it is girth that counts, not length; most women can't even take what you can in length and, as you know, anything more than nine starts to cause problems for the woman especially if the man pounds the cervix. By the way, I also want you to be able to take a fist into you.

Secondly, I want you to experience real chastity from now on so as to make you even more mine and build up your sexual frustration and discipline between sessions and also up your orgasms. You know all about this but we need to get you a Neosteel harness soonest.

Thirdly, I presume that you tan pretty well given your colourings. I would suggest take regular tanning from now on as you will be even more realistic if you are darker skinned."

At this point our plates were removed and Duncan ordered coffees.

"Now where we? Ah, Number four; this is a delicate one, Yuwannā. How can I put it? I'll be direct. Do you know that you can be equally dominant at home if you are even a bit more feminine? I'm not saying to stop wearing pyjamas, male-style clothing and underwear but rather to consider wearing your hair longer and to have French nails as these feminine style traits will help your future in selling you to men. It doesn't weaken you as a dominant person with Mattie and Louise, you know, as all this is a strong mind game."

"Perhaps not, I take your point and, yes, I could work on all of this for you if I am taking this path into deeper submission to you."

"Well, perhaps could I then be even more direct. I know that you have been thinking about breast reduction but your clients may prefer you as you are; you aren't huge and you aren't small and your shape is really nice for a man. You offer nice bouncy breasts and nipples for the man who likes a fuller cup but at the same time, you can flatten out for 'the man who likes a boyish look.' And while I am it, I would love you to consider having them with D rings if you don't have them reduced. The rings would bring your nipples and breasts even more into play with bondage and you could even use them on Mattie and Louise to chain them onto you to stimulate you and make them subservient to you just by your nipples."

I sipped on my coffee.

"Mmmm that is true and yes, I have been thinking about this, but I haven't given thought about tit and nipple play with the girls using my rings as control points. I know that you do want more feminity from me and that I think is fine and, yes, I think, I will do it (all) for you as it does take me closer to the real thing and shouldn't affect the other two. As to dress and lingerie, that is only a cosmetic thing and, to some extent, part of my split personality as you call it. When would you suggest the piercing to be done?"

"I would suggest get to going on the chastity and then one Saturday soon we could schedule it between out-of-house sessions, as you need some time to get the basic healing over and strengthen. I would want you to be fully ready for the Emirates, assuming they say 'agree' and that you come through, but that will be some time."

"Anything else, Master?"

"Yes, one more, and that is giving you fetish exposure. There are a number of areas we have to see you are comfortable with as you may run into these in the future. Let me question you?"

I nodded.

"What about baby play and simulating a school girl. It is however unlikely given you aren't twenty!" "Not my scene, but it's just a role play."

"Watersports, we haven't done that but you may have to accept or give?" "Well I give to Mattie and Louise and I have accepted in the past at Uni."

"Male pee?" "Yes, male pee. No problem."

"What about toilet play including periods?" "Well I have given but I need to be tested on taking poop, yes." "Well, it does tend to be a female thing with males perhaps watching. Do you or would you take menstrual fluids?" "I think I would."

"Caging?" "In theory no problem, and you have had me in that net!"

"Medical Play?" "Well certainly some of it, I have no objections to probes, speculums, ratchet wires etc., electric I am more wary on. And I do like vacuum pumping when you have done it."

"Public Exposure, though that probably will be low down the list and I guess there are others?"

"Oh, pony plays and dog plays?" "Well Master, I guess being harnessed up like them is just role play, being taken by them, well I would now say possibly given their cocks and my Master's or client's wishes, whereas four months ago I would have said no."

"Yuwannā, I have no interest, it would be a client thing so it's down our list."

"Ok then, I agree."

Duncan smiled and drunk some more coffee.

"Now, for this afternoon and tonight, Yuwannā. "We are going to head over to Swindon and see some friends of mine. They are a Lebanese woman, Soha, and her two daughters, Mariam and Leyla; they are into make-up and salon activities and will get you ready for this evening. You are going to a party with them, which I will join at some point as I will leave you with them. This party is one of our fetish get togethers and everybody has been screened, so health wise, you need not worry. However, Yuwannā, you are going to be one of the inductees on offer to the others tonight and you may have to take a very large number of cocks into you tonight in all your orifices."

I think that I was open mouthed.

"By the end of the evening, you will be soaking in cum; it will be over your body, in your hair, your face and mouth and completely filled up below. There will be no respite once it starts." I want to see just see how much you can take and yes, you will not even know who is fucking you; it will be like a gang rape. You will be just a sex toy to the party, a live cum doll."




Joanna's Contribution Ch. 02



I looked on and Duncan went to look at settle the bill.

"We need to be going now, so back on with your special Hijab and Niqab. I'll help you fix the clips of the panties; by the way they are from one of the daughters. The ones last night came from Soha who is in her late 50s. All three women are devoted lesbians by the way so you may well be taken by them this afternoon. I want to see if you can handle women on the same transactional basis as you can handle us men and as a submissive."

I put on the sweet pungent panties again and Duncan quickly clipped it home. We were, thank goodness, in a quite corner of the restaurant. I then put on the veil and we headed out. As we got to the car, Duncan said, "Yuwannā, nothing to be said now; contemplate your forthcoming female pussy assault and then what you will face tonight. You should certainly think and focus on that you will be probably taking over twenty decent cocks in you."



Joanna's Contribution Ch. 03



Part 7

We drove to Swindon with me thinking of the rest of the day to come. My mind was totally fixed on sex and cocks and I could feel my dildos stirring in my pussy and arse.

Some forty minutes later, we parked on this street in a nice neighbourhood, just on the outskirts of Swindon. I didn't really know where I did not know the town. Duncan came over to the door, attached the leash under my Niqab and led me out of the car down the street to this nice looking house. We walked up the path and Duncan tied the leash to the post of the house, produced a short chain and asked for my wrists. They were secured in front of me. He knocked on the door; it opened and he went in.

I was left standing outside in full view of the street, contemplating my imminent sexual future, wondering who was in side. I was there for some fifteen minutes and, actually, I didn't see Duncan again that day until much later. He had left by a back door.

The door opened and this small girl, also in black and veiled appeared and undid the leash to walk me inside. The house was gaudily and opulently furnished; she led me to the back of the house and into what was obviously a playroom for them. She took me in and put a chain onto my wrists and pulled my arms up by a pulley until I was standing on tip toes. She dropped to the floor and attached a spreader to my ankles and then she left me in rather an uncomfortable position in being spread. I could really feel Duncan's dildos inside me, working their magic on me down under and in my brain.

I looked around. I noted that there was sex equipment everywhere and racks of various toys, devices and whips. These women were obviously close aficionados of bondage and discipline. In the centre of the room, there was one strange seat that looked like a chair in the dentists or gynaecologists in being six legged with a long heavily padded leather back on it, and with straps. The seat looked like a padded toilet seat but open at one end to allow access, and then there were two legs stirrups. Off it were various holders with all sorts of sex accessories in, along with the attachment rings, straps and chains. I noted that I needed to source one of these for Mattie and Louise.

At the side of the room there were the requisite crosses and benches to enable various other positions and restraint and I also noted that I was being watched by cameras and probably filmed.

Some twenty minutes later, and my toes were aching now, the veiled girl came back in to the room. She took three clips and lifted my Abaya up off my bottom and pinned it so it stayed up. She pulled down my stained white panties to my knees, were they hers, I wondered? She walked around me carefully looking at my pussy and bottom with its various beating marks and then gently fingered me and tasted her finger. "Nice" this little voice said.

She went behind me and the next thing I knew was the swish and crack of the came hitting my bottom. Quite forcefully too but not as hard as Duncan could deliver. Seven more strokes rained in to add to my 'colour' and collections of welts. I gasped and deeply inhaled through the stained panties.

The beating was over and my spreader and my chain were undone by her. Her next move was to indicate to me that I should remove my outer clothing but keep the nasal panties on. She took my panties down from my knees and put them on the chair. She then led me over to the chair and made me sit down. She attached the body restrainer straps on, one to secure my neck, one just under my breasts and one over my tummy and the waist chains Duncan had put on me. She took each leg and in turn put it in a stirrup and locked me in off my cuff to it. 

Her final actions were then to slowly undo the lacing on my pussy and remove the dildos; she sucked on my pussy one. She took fine chains hanging off and below the chair and ran those up to my pussy rings and these pulled at my lips to open my vaginal door. I was starting to build some excitement now and she inserted a small finger to capture some of my creamy extraction and again tasted me, savouring it all. She took the panties and hooded my face with them and then left me.

I sensed someone had come back into the room after some twenty minutes or so. I could hear them and make out a shadow coming across the white of the panties blocking my sight. I was being inspected and then I felt her fingers on me, playing with my breasts, nipple and then down to my clit. She went between my legs to carrying on playing, tugging at my rings and hence my lips. And then onto my clitoris. It was a lovely feeling.

I felt her mouth close to my pussy and then her tongue was playing with me, quickly arousing me, engorging my clit and my lips. She was delicate but deliberate with her actions and knew how to work me. She concentrated principally on my clit getting my buzz started and sending shivers into my brain. She built me up close to orgasm and backed off me.

I felt the back of the seat being lowered and next she was climbing on to the chair over me. She lowered herself half down on to me, I could sense and sort of see her above me; she then pulled off the two stained panties off me and put them into one of the chair's holders. I got a view of this olive coloured naked pussy, also ring-pierced like myself and a cute rosebud of her anus; her bottom was towards my head. Her sex aroma poured off her as she was already wet and glistening. Down she came onto me, her pussy onto my tongue and her anus onto my nose. Her aroma was very familiar as it was what I had been taking into me these last few hours.

She rocked her bottom on me to control my air flow and I inhaled and went back to pleasuring my new friend, playing my tongue into her delicious pussy entrance. I could spend hours under her. She continued to grind herself onto me, using me as her frotter. I then felt another tongue skillfully invade my pussy. I was being taken as if I was with Louise and Mattie.

The tongue between my legs suddenly became a hard large cock. I felt her strap, who ever it was, as she started to take me, fucking me hard between my chained lips. It wasn't long before I was bending my back in total pleasure and coming onto my favourite mountain to go up it. The girl above me came into my mouth, her lovely cream soaking me; I lapped her up. She sat on me to enjoy herself and her partner stayed in me, letting herself revel on me. I presumed she was cumming on a matching toy deep inside her.

The girl who had been fucking me pulled out of me and I heard her putting the creamy strap up to her girlfriend so that she could take in my own cum. The girl then climbed onto the seat behind her friend and they shuffled forward; all I could make out was olive soft skin. Very quickly the second girl smothered me in the same way her mate had done so. This was a much bigger girl in her bottom and she was very hairy. I could feel her weight on me; the smell was also familiar, strong and pungent and similar to the panties last night. 

I pushed my tongue out and let it did its work; she was much wetter and stickier than her friend. Her odour was really intense but she knew how to control her pace on me and to maximise her masturbation against my nose and tongue. She knew what she was doing. Meanwhile her friend went back to taking me with the strap again, but this time it was in my back channel, while she had a vibrator going in my pussy. 

The bigger woman came first and all over me, spurting cum out of her and this triggered my second climax, surging the breath out of me. I didn't even feel the other girl come. I was spent. Again they took their time on me.

Finally they climbed off and greeted me, Soha and Mariam. Soha was in her mid to late 50s, a large woman with dark hair that was greying, dark eyes and features, big firm breasts with bar-bell pierced brown nipples. Down under, she had the hairiest black bush I had seen and her pubes ran up in a thin strip to her belly button. Her bottom was correspondingly full and somewhat overweight. Mariam on the other hand was a sweetie and very attractive, again dark haired but very sleek with attractive brown eyes, beautifully made up. 5ft 4 and slender with I guessed 36C boobs; her nipples had also been pierced and were sporting rings. Her pussy was shaved too and she had a cute bottom...these were the two that had taken me.

I lay there and eased myself back into reality. The rest of the afternoon was engaged in chatter about their culture, our backgrounds, my interests and the evening to follow and, of course, more of them taking me sexually and most importantly, pleasing them. Despite Soha being on the large side and not that attractive, she did know how to make love to a woman and would encourage Mariam to follow her. From time to time, their veiled girl brought in refreshments. 

Towards the end of the afternoon, Soha suggested that I needed to clean up and start my preparations for the evening. However, I first had to serve them in theirs. I was put back on the chair and strapped in once more. Soha climbed over me and squatted down to lower her bottom to me. She ordered me to open my mouth and next thing is she released herself onto me. Her pee surprised me and I got the order to take in as much as I could. It streamed into me and I tried to catch it all. She lowered herself onto me and started to rub herself up and down to use me to wipe herself. I could feel her getting wet again with my tongue as her nectar welled up once more. 

However, she got off only to be replaced by Mariam who repeated the process. She sat closer to my mouth and made it much easier for me to serve her. She was also a lot sweeter in taste and therefore swallowing and cleaning her was that much easier. She too climbed off. They called for Leyla. In walked the clothed and veiled girl and Soha and Mariam removed her clothing and hood but not her veil. 

Leyla was very slender and she had no bra on; she had wonderfully small nipples and breasts that had not yet been pierced. The women helped her onto the chair and she stood over me. They helped her out of her white panties and I saw the string hanging down out if her pussy.

"Take it out of Leyla with your tongue, Yuwannā, then she shall pee on you, you will catch it all and then you will clean her with your tongue and clean her well."

Leyla lowered herself so she was close to me and I took the string and pulled. Out came her tampax and fell across my face. Mariam removed it. Leyla started to pee and her yellow nectarine started to flow. This was very sweet and only a hint of her monthly flow at the start. I took her all in. Leyla lowered herself onto my tongue and I picked up the sharp scent of her back channel. I started to clean her and now I picked up her menstrual extract as it started to emerge from her pussy. This was tart and tasted of what it was. However, she very started to cream up, just as I do when stimulated during my monthly and this made it a palatable task, especially as it was quickly turning her on. I carried on focusing on her vulva just below her clit with my tongue darting down to her pussy entrance, pushing in it to ensure she was clean. This was bringing her evident pleasure.

I felt myself re-entered and it was Mariam taking me in my pussy again. Soha started by kissing and sucking my nipples and then slipped under Mariam to start inserting a heavy vibrator into my anus. I was arching my back to receive it, to absorb this invader. I was getting well worked up as was Leyla who was now frotting and fucking herself on my tongue. She came strongly into my mouth and I tasted both of her fluids mixing together. She shifted backwards and sat on my nose. 

I clasped Mariam's cock with my pussy muscles as she took me and my orgasm welled over me. I was thinking how many this was and I still had this evening to go. I was almost beaten with exertion before I had got going. Mariam came on the other end much to Soha's pleasure, as she got cum from both of us flowing out and around the cocks in our pussies. 

We all cleaned up and I was allowed to shower in an upstairs bathroom and have an enema, but not before having to take another eight strokes of the cane and three flays on each breast and three on my mons from the multi-tailed and beaded flogger Duncan had used on me earlier and a smaller version of the one James had seriously punished me. This was administered by Mariam.

I admit that I was starting to get nervous about what was to happen this evening. After my shower I couldn't even count the marks across my body all these had been incurred in the last 24 hours but were reflecting the different ages and types of beating that I had experienced.

Leyla came in and helped me dry and then perfumed me dowsing my bodily extensively in this exotic, sandalwood scent. I was led into a large bedroom and sat down in front of a large mirror and make-up desk; the girls went to work on my nails, manicuring them all and applying very good quality false nails to my fingers which gave the impression of me being Frenched. 

Soha worked on my hair applying hair extensions by wefts and lengthening my hair by some nine inches. Having put the clefts in, she worked on shaping my brown hair into a wavy curl down my shoulders.

Soha suggested that I eat some sandwiches to get a little food in me as I would not be eating later and Leyla, with a welcome glass of wine, brought these to me. As I refreshed myself they finished my hair and afterwards they worked on my make-up, putting me into a true Middle Eastern look with very dark eye brows that they arched and lengthened. My top eyelids were blackened and once done they glued long black eyelash extensions on. My eyebrows were coloured in a shade of a purple with a hint of pink and then my lower eye lids were lined carefully in black and, once set, a highlighter was applied in the inner corners and wings.

My cheeks had been darkened down with foundation and they finished their work off with emphasising my cheeks with a strong blush. My lips were hand painted on in a lovely dark pink and secured with a water resistant gloss for good reasons as to what was to happen.

I was dressed in the lingerie that Duncan had chosen, my nipples standing up out of the Agent Provocateur quarter cup bra and the wonderful enclosed feeling of the deep suspender. Dark carbon grey Wolford stockings were rolled onto my legs and clipped on to their white garters. Rubber lined wide high quality steel cuffs with D rings were then fitted to my ankles, wrists cuffs and a matching collar donned. I was later to find out that these were from Neosteel and would become my bondage cuffs of choice.

Leyla was then given the responsibility of pushing into me two wide girthed 2.5 inch diameter dildos and to lace me up. She then attached hooks and chains on to my pussy rings and fitted them loosely to my thigh cuffs. She also put four chains onto my clit piercing and ran two of them through my labia rings and let all of them hang loose. 

I stepped into my matching panties and Mariam pulled them up my legs smoothing them into position. They look really sexy on my bottom with their cups supporting me and the spider's web of straps meeting on the nape of my bottom valley. 

And then came all the jewellery onto me, my waist chain, ankle chains, necklaces and bangle, as well as long earrings.

Soha told me that this is how I would be presented to my 'clients' this evening. I could feel myself clamping on my pussy dildo in a cold anticipation of what was to happen.

I was dressed, or rather stepped into, a beautiful long cream dress. Mariam did it up at the back. It had plain straps and then plunged around my breasts with a beaded bodice. From a high waist band, silk and chiffon spread out, sweeping to the floor. I would be the first to say it was the epitome of feminity, and the girls loved it. 

I stepped into grey slippers and the girls perfumed me once more. I was then put in a matching beaded shawl to keep me warm and finally donned the Hijab and Niqab, but not before Soha offered me a pair of panties as part of my veiling from two days ago, pre period, that Leyla had worn.

Leyla and Mariam attached chains to my ankle and wrist cuffs and secured them to cuffs that they had put on. They were dressed in plain Abayas and Hijabs. I was led out by leash held by Soha to their SUV and put in the centre seat between the two girls. Soha drove and we set off across country towards Hungerford. Nothing was said so as to let me meditate on what was to happen.

Part 8. 

We pulled into these large gates and drove up to a rather splendid manor house and pulled up outside the front door. An attendant, dressed in latex, opened the car door and Mariam got out followed by me then Leyla. Soha took the leash and I was ushered into the house and taken through to a comfortable library with a nice fire in the hearth. My new 'girl friends' were offered a drink by yet another attendant in latex and Soha asked if I needed water. I declined as my heart was thumping with nerves and I felt that I could have easily spilt a glass. 

Mariam went under my dress and fixed two substantial blue glass weights off the chains running through my pussy rings and this pulled both my lips and clit down. She joined the other two up and hooked them onto a chain that Leyla had hooked onto my collar and passed down between my breasts. This pulled my clit upwards and put it and my lips under some pressure.

We were left waiting for over half an hour. The guests were still eating their main course and I was to be presented before their desert. One more attendant told me that the form was that I was going to be brought on by Mariam and Leyla and then spotlighted. While details about me were announced, my chains from the girls would be briefly removed and I would be helped out of my dress. I would then stand there and turn around twice to slowly show them my back.

I would then have to walk a cat walk that would take me up the centre of the U table. At the top, I was to stand there and let the top guests closely look at me and turn around twice. Before leaving, I was to take my panties off and bend over and splay my legs and hold the position and then repeat it by pushing my pussy outwards. I was to wall back down the walk and repeat the presentation of my genitalia to each side of the U. And then Mariam and Leyla would reaffix my cuffs to them and lead me off.

Soha asked me if I understood all of this. I nodded yes and then thanked the three of them for all they had done in preparing me and for their taking of me this afternoon. My nerves were now really going as the adrenalin shot through me. I knew that I was already very wet between my legs.

Then came my moment. The door opened and Mariam, Leyla and I were ushered in. They helped me step up onto this stage and Mariam and Leyla removed my headwear and my shawl, except Leyla's panties, and adjusted my hair so that it was nicely falling down onto my shoulders. A voice announced, "Please welcome our special guest tonight, Yuwannā." With the applause, the spotlights came on, almost blinding in their intensity and I could hardly see anything beyond me.

The voice continued

"Yuwannā is a protégé of Duncan's. She is highly intelligent, very successful and married with a very stable polyamorous lesbian relationship. The accepting nature of that relationship, her want to explore her sexuality and that she is bi has led her to finding Duncan. She has very much taken to obedience and oral servitude, bondage, hoods, pain, used panties and a number of other fetishes including watersports and latex. She is very open to new experiences and tonight is the first time that she will have experienced a mass take of her orifices. I know that you will all enjoy her body and Duncan has been considerate to offer her tonight as our cum doll. Women are also invited to enjoy her too.




Joanna's Contribution Ch. 03



Duncan and James, his secondee, think that she is exceptional. She is being trained to easily facilitate us larger endowed men or women with large straps and enjoys her submissive role. In the near future, Duncan hopes to turn her into a high class prostitute for selected clients and she is willing to pursue that direction. She is only to be used en masse by us to night, no single couplings with her in the bedrooms therefore.

Yuwannā will be ready for your use and abuse shortly but in the interim, Yuwannā, I command you to give us a catwalk."

At that point Mariam and Leyla released the chains from my ankles and cuffs. Leyla moved behind me and loosened my dress. Mariam whispered, "Now, Yuwannā." She helped quickly slide the dress down my lingerie body and I stepped out of it and forward right into the light. A gasp went up and applause.

I turned slowly around and another gasp and I rotated again. I started on my long walk down the raised stage between the tables. I could make out numbers of men and women all in evening wear, but couldn't really focus on any of them because of the glaring light. I strode slowly down the walk to the other end and could feel their eyes on me. 

I stood at the top end of the table, obviously the hosts and let them take me in and, as Soha, had instructed turned around slowly two times for their approving gazes, evident from the comments I could hear. I turned my bottom to the host and provocatively took my panties off, bending down and spread-eagling my legs as requested. More gasps as they saw my bottom, the beatings, my laced pussy and my chains. I turned around and pushed my breasts backwards as if a gymnast to offer them a clear view of what they were shortly to enjoy. 

A slow walk back and the requested turns and I was back into the hands of Mariam and Leyla who immediately re-secured my wrists. There was a massive applause and banging of the table so, evidently, I had passed this test.

I was led out, through the library, and to a similar sized room, also with a fire burning. This had been set up as a mini stadium with gradually elevated double love seats to allow people to watch me, but obviously to be able to play. I guessed the room could seat some thirty people, plus there was standing room. There was a well stocked bar and sandwiches and small cakes laid out for refreshment.

However, in the centre of the room was the most incredible bench I had seen and already lit by dimmed spotlights. I was allowed to inspect it. It was custom constructed with hydraulic steel legs as well as fine tuning screws. It was shaped as a body on its tummy with two lower legs an elevated bottom support area, a very thin waist to support the tummy and the breast plate but designed to let the breasts hang down and then widening out to support the shoulders. There was a slot for the neck and under that an adjustable plate to support the chin. Then there were two arms that stuck out and at the end grip poles for the hands. All surfaces were heavily padded with 4 inch padding to aid comfort of 'the victim.' All around the framework were various rings for attachment and even power points. There was a small box attached with paddles and floggers.

I could also see a second box with various gags, mouth ratchets and a hood similar to mine but without the collar was also there.

In addition, there was a small electronic display board showing five categories; the first two were titled cock and strap and with sub categories of vaginal, anal and oral fucks. They were going to keep count! Then there were counts for Yuwannā's orgasms and beatings. On a side board, I saw the message, "Please, no condoms, Yuwannā is to be filled." To the left of that were some clothes horses; my dress was hanging from one with my shawl and, nearby, there was a small table offering ziplocks with the message, "Yuwannā's recent panties and briefs, please use to scent her but do not remove from the room." Finally, there was a tip box with the wording "Yuwannā's Neosteel chastity fund."

Soha indicated the girls to get me on the bench and be prepared. I was released from my wrist cuffs by the girls and asked to position myself, my head facing the fire. Then my wrists were attached onto the frame, my hands free to grip the poles; this was followed by my ankles and then the thigh cuffs were attached with short chains. This had the impact of pulling my pussy chains wide open as the chains from the other side of the cuff tightened as my legs opened. 

Leyla slipped under my breasts and attached clamps with matching weights to my pussy ones. Soha took Leyla's panties off back again later. I had enjoyed her scent since they were put on me. Soha put me into the hood and laced it on tight and arranged my cascading hair that came out of it. This hood had open eyes, nose and mouth so my face could be soaked, but also with the ability to close the eyes using a pop-stud cover. Soha took the cover that limited my eyesight but didn't blindfold me so that I could make out who was in front of me. Her final act was to replace Leyla's panties and that they would be removed just before the start.

I was ready and could feel my nerves rebuilding in me.

The wait was interminable but then people started arriving in the room and started sitting down though I couldn't really see them, just the outline of the fire burning in front of me. Some fifteen minutes after the room had filled, Soha came across, removed Leyla's panties and lent down to kiss me. She then lifted her Abaya and pulled down her panties and opened her legs. "Kiss me, good luck and enjoy yourself."

This was followed both by Mariam and Leyla kissing me, then doing exactly the same as their mother, offering me their pussies to savour as a goodbye. They all disappeared behind me. The spotlights went up on me and I could hear comments about my markings and my laced pussy and its silver adornments. My nipples were feeling tense with their clamps and weights.

Some two or three minutes later, there was applause from my audience present, my first 'client' had arrived behind me and I presumed that he, if a he, was the owner of the house and the host, or a privileged guest. I heard rustling of clothes as he removed his wear or had an assistant to help him.

I sensed him between my legs and then these male hands started to stroke my bottom and back. His fingers dropped in to feel my laced pussy and concentrated on my clit. I was aching to be taken now. And then I felt the first of four cracks of a cane across me, and applause from the audience as, no doubt, the scoreboard was moved. 

Back came my man's fingers again and he gently ran them up and down my lips before taking hold of the lacing and releasing it. He removed my dildos and I felt his tongue and nose enjoying me. I could feel myself getting very wet. And then he entered me, into my pussy. Not huge but not a bad size and he skillfully fucked me, using his hard cock to play along my g-spot area, his large hands holding my waist under my suspender, thereby tightening my garters. I gripped my hand poles tightly and I clenched around him to squeeze his cock; I trembled with a small orgasm. Quickly he came and I felt the first surge of sperm enter me. He withdrew and stepped back to applause.

A second man stepped up behind me and a short feel of me and he entered me, this time a much bigger cock. I was now guessing sizes and this one was around seven inches and a decent girth. It was what I needed and I soon was hitting a better level of orgasm. Again there was applause as he withdrew.

There was absolutely no rest, third up I felt another man slide into me, but this time it was my anus that he took, sliding straight into me, with a round of applause for this. I sensed a man in front of me and all I could see was this black haired pubic bush offering me a nice thick six inch cock. I opened my mouth and took him all the way into my mouth and he started to fuck my throat leaning forward over me to ensure that he was all the way in and to play with my breasts and nipples that were hanging down between the 'chair.' Meanwhile the man behind me was fucking me rigid with his seven inches. Both of them surged into me and left their cum deep in my throat. 

Immediately, I had two more men and this time they were much larger, the man in my throat was easily Duncan's size and the one taking my pussy had a huge girth. He started by giving me three strokes of a small flogger and then went straight in to my pussy and roughly started screwing me. I didn't last too long on these too, relishing the feeling of them inside me and using me. As they gushed their loads into me, I came hard.

I still wasn't allowed to relax. The next two were female and they started by paddling my breasts and bottom and giving me oral sex on both my breasts and clit before I felt a large strap cock coming into me and her friend, who I thought was about 35, presented her shaved pussy to me to tongue as best I could. They switched position and I got this cock that she had been using in my mouth bearing the previous men's cum and my own to take. The second woman also had strapped herself up and went for my upper channel for her pleasure. Again they stepped away to applause

On it went and no relief. Cocks seem to be coming now at me quickly and I started to lose track of just how many and the orgasms I was having. The real pleasure came from the larger ones and the more unusual such as a bench being brought under me and the hydraulics of my bench being quickly adjusted. With very little foreplay, I felt this huge girthed cock push itself upwards into me, my pussy walls having to work hard to accept him with ease, and then I felt another good cock from over him invading my back channel. This was a heavenly feeling as they started their fuck together. My bottom was trying to thrust as much as it could to accept their rhythm, but meanwhile a third penis entered my mouth to spear me from the other end. God, I felt myself cumming on this first triple roasting and accepting and sponging up their jism into me.

I must have taken at least ten men wanking into my face and at one point, I was washed down with two of them who peed on me. To great applause one of the women then came in front and unloaded over my head. I was washed and towelled down and quickly had to get back into my stride for another double roasting.

I don't know how long I was in position and service -- time went by so quickly and everything that I thought about was all about service and cock, along with pussy when presented to me. As time marched, their rate did slow down and I got some more sensuous fucks which I greatly appreciated and these, I can say, were the ones that got the better orgasms from me. I was absolutely beaten and nearly on my knees.

My last fuck came from this very well endowed man who started by using something like James's flogger from last night. It cut into me but I had to concentrate on this sweet shaved pussy that had arrived in front of me, so yelping wasn't on, indeed the cracks pushed me deeper into her pussy. This younger lady's bottom had been pushed back on the lower trolley for me to service. The smell and taste was very much like Mariam's. Meanwhile, I thought I could sense the cock in me. It did its work building me up, using its length and girth to stimulate me and the hands explored my bottom and under me to my clit. I tried to push my bottom back to receive him. The girl in front of me gushed out into my mouth, almost spurting. I later understood she had taken a cock into her mouth. And I hit a really good climax, my body bathed in sweat, cum and pleasure, the electricity buzzing through my brain like a white sheet over me. I felt my assailant releasing himself deeply into me. 

Applause from the folk still in the room entered my ears as I cam down. I heard Duncan's voice, "It's ok, Yuwannā, it is all over." He was the last man to inseminate me and I felt warm about that, having my Mater's cum in me as the last token. My head went forward and I just about collapsed or rather slumped. I heard folk leaving the room.

Soft hands came in and firstly slid in two plugs into me to stop the leaking. The/y released my chains and then took hold of me and helped me off the bench. I groggily stood on my feet and there was Mariam and Leyla. They kissed me and helped me out of my hood and my cum-stained lingerie. However, there was no clean up of the cum all over me and I was to be left in this as a reminder for the rest of the night. They helped me into clean, soft white panties and a long soft white David Nieper nightie, and then an Abaya and a Hijab. Mariam snapped a cuff onto my wrist and accompanied me straight out to Duncan's car and climbed into the back seat with me.

Duncan got into the driver's seat and we started back to Oxford. I remember him saying that I was amazing and had managed to take over thirty men in me, some twice and thrice, and also ten women had enjoyed me. And my beating count was just unbelievable.  

I can remember falling asleep and then be helped out of the car and up into bed. I sensed Mariam climbing in on one side of me and Duncan on the other. I was 'gone.' 



Joanna's Contribution Ch. 04



Part 9.



I shall focus on what happened a good four months on and after Part 11 of "Matt becomes Mattie" so I am a little out of 'synch' with that as a chronology.

My mass taking that I described in my Part 8 left me whacked on the Sunday. I woke up feeling soiled and still reeking of spunk but still had some sensuous sex with Mariam and Duncan. The rest of the day before heading back to Mattie and Louise was given over to cleaning me up, some pussy, kegels and anal stretching, and lessening the bruising, though the girls were somewhat taken back with what they saw but realised that I had a significant tolerance for it. We also took measurements for my Neosteel chastity belt which was delivered for the following weekend.

My training continued unabashed and especially around chastity in which I came to realise that it delivered far better orgasms for me, though this was in part also the benefits of my pussy and anal muscle control increasing.

Shortly afterwards, having convinced Mattie and Louise who were totally laid back and I think relieved that I wasn't going to undergo breast reduction surgery, I had my breasts pierced to meet Duncan's requests. This was more painful than my pussy and clit rings but not unbearable. A sharp 'ouch' as the bore needle went in and through and given my propensity for pain, it was more than manageable. Being reasonably small breasted, I healed very quickly, combined with wearing a bra 24 hours and the regular use of ice packs. I was initially barbell-ed but have now moved over to D rings.

Duncan was a genius with the girls as to my forthcoming acts with other clients. They knew about my experiences with James of course and Duncan positioned it that I had such a high sex drive that he and even the girls couldn't handle and that in accumulating experiences I could bring plays back to them. Also, that I completely had and would separate such transactional sex from my relationships with them and they probably did not know just how much I was in love with them – this was so true. The other side was health and they knew how Duncan was very careful in this area. We ended up with their support.

Having passed my mass taking, and Duncan was most impressed by what I had achieved, the next stage was my 'prostitution' to two Arabs that he knew and could vouch for as to my overall safety. I won't spend too much time on this as Mattie has referred to it in her writing. However a brief synopsis is that my first experience was really enjoyable. 

I stayed up in London for a Tuesday night and Duncan came to my suite and put me through my paces the night before. Wednesday mid-afternoon onwards I took off, under the guise of a client meeting, and prepared my body for the night ahead, waxing, nails, still not Frenched at that time, and make-up by an Arabic artiste, Soha had recommended. 

Duncan had me dress in leather, a leather halter exposing my pierced nipples, hold up stockings held by my thigh cuffs, my wrist and ankle cuffs, and then my pussy splayed by little clamp clips and their chains attached to the thigh bands and my wrists. My nipple piercings were still off limits. He had already lodged my customary two dildos in my love channels to open me up and my pussy one was then held in by some thin leather lacing. I wore a leather thong to hold in my other dildo and this thong had a circular rough patch to massage my clit. 

My clothing was all thin leather too, my Abaya and Burqa, and underneath I was in my favourite hood, laced in and collared. I also wore very high heels. I also wore the usual selection of Middle Eastern jewellery and was liberally sprayed in the Princess perfume.

Duncan drove me over to their hotel at 10.30 pm and we walked in. We got to the lift and Duncan attached my leash and walked me down the corridor. I was very wet with anticipation of this act I was about to commit, i.e. that I was effectively entering the world of prostitution.

We stood outside the door and I had to knock on it. This swarthy dark haired man came to the door and spoke in Arabic to Duncan. We stepped into a small ante-corridor and the conversation continued. The second door opened and there was my main client, a five foot ten man, black haired, dark eyed and dressed in a lovely suit.

The first man greeted me and told me that the agreed fee for the night was £2000. He gave me the cash in £50 notes and I handed the wad over to Duncan. This very act had me almost cumming underneath my Abaya.

Once Duncan had left, I was asked to remove my Burqa and Abaya and was closely inspected and probed by the men. I found myself chained and beaten with paddles and had to render blowjobs for them and through the night was taken by both of them, best friends apparently, singly and doubly, in all my orifices. They greatly appreciated that I took them without condoms. They were of a good size and the sex was fairly good; the big thrill for me tough had been in the fact that I had joined the ranks of the sex industry employed, and for the benefit of my pimp, Duncan. 

In the morning, they gave me a further thousand. Duncan picked me up and we returned to the suite and I had a long pleasurable and painful sex session with him.

I ended up being sold three times more by Duncan in the following five weeks, once a mid week session with a Kuwaiti sixty five year old who took me out to dinner as an Arab woman with white lacy lingerie on underneath and conventional sex. In this experience, I had 'the buzz' of leaving the five star hotel at 3am to be picked up by Duncan, acting as my pimp. He enjoyed the cream-pie that I was carrying.

The third occasion was as a latex doll at the client's house, the client having been one of the men who took me in the mass fuck of me. That session was mainly latex and watersports oriented coupled with immobilisation in a vacuum- bed. There was some restraint as well but the pleasure in this was very much the size of the client. 

Soha provided Duncan with his fourth client for me. She was a wealthy English fifty five year old divorcee seriously into lesbian and bondage sex, so this session involved no Arabic theme just a night of sex where I was her total submissive as if I was dominating Mattie and Louise. I also had to role play her 28 year old daughter's closest friend on who she had a crush and Duncan had her provide a lot of background information to assist me in my preparation. She was more than delighted with me.

In the space of four clients, I had grossed £8000 to be split with Duncan. That meant nearly £3000 in my back pocket and I had doubled that with tips. That was a nice bonus to the real benefit of my submission to Duncan and exploration of my sexuality and sexual limits, whilst retaining intact my immense love, sex and care for the family.

Shortly after my fourth client followed by a night with Duncan, I got a call from him asking me if I could meet him for lunch in London in the next two days as he needed an answer on a possible power deal for me. My diary was free for tomorrow from 11am so I readily agreed to a midday meeting, I asked him if we needed a hotel and he said ok. I mentioned that I could swing it as a client meeting and stay the night; that would give us ample time together and, if he wished, to visit any specialist sex shops or other establishments. I made the booking at Browns with whom we had a corporate deal and great light food in their Michelin restaurant. 

I asked him if he would be bringing my key to release me from my belt as I was four days into a week's chastity session. He agreed to that and suggested I bring nice lingerie, a white nightie and that we would have essentially vanilla sex being mid week and that I had to work next day. He would bring some small accessories. And that I was to temporarily drop the 'Master and Yuwannā' for the stay, after all there may be colleagues of mine around – actually, that wasn't too much a risk as Browns was reserved for top clients, and those I knew about.

At midday, I left my offices and walked the short distance to Browns in Arbermarle Street, carrying my overnight bag, pc and my handbag. I entered the hotel and left my luggage with the concierge and then checked in for later. One of the things I liked about the hotel was the light airy nature of the hotel and the friendliness of the staff, a massive turn-around from the dark, dismal "Windsor Soup" image of the old hotel.

I headed for Donovan's bar and sat down with a glass of white wine. Duncan was about five minutes late and came bouncing into the bar complaining about the traffic over from the station and how did I manage to do it every day I was in London. Answer was that I worked all over the place and occasionally stayed overnight when late or with a client meeting.

With a G & T in hand, Duncan relaxed and set about describing what was on his mind. I won't bore you with the food and wine details, but Mark Hix's food is wonderful and light; we could go for something more 'heavy' later like a candlelit French Bistro such as Le Poule au Pot in Ebury Street.

"Well, this is a client meeting I guess and so therefore fully justifiable for you. Do you remember how I described these contacts in the Middle East?"

"How can I forget, Duncan, and I thought this may have something to do with the meeting."

It was odd calling my Master 'Duncan.'

"So no long spiel from me then, but I have been really impressed how you have delivered these last few weeks and I think that you may be ready for rather a special mission. Carpe Diem and all that. How is your diary in the next few weeks for say, a ten day major business trip?"

I pulled out my pc and went through it, quickly assessing what I could delegate or shift and also covering family events. There was a workable slot in three and a half weeks, a period I had given over for annual planning. Duncan pointed out that I would have time on my trip to put my ideas together and could even profit from being out of the office.

"Ok then Joanna, you have the possibility of a trip to Doha in Qatar. As you know the Qataris are investing substantial sums of money at Commonwealth, Royal and privately. My client is very, very close to the Al-Thani family and they have a substantial investment portfolio in property, equities and now they are looking at soccer clubs and other leading brands. They want to bring their European portfolio under one advertising agency and that's where the business opportunity lies"

Duncan and I went onto extensively discuss the business over lunch and what they required and how my agency could meet their needs. We also planned the actions needed to make an opening pitch and we thought that if I could lead a pitch to their London representatives with Doha over the web, that would help open up the business, worth some $7 to $10 million of all billings. It would of course provide good cover to an extended visit out there, as they also wanted a review of their local communications; for this the agency would receive a consultancy fee.

Duncan had been in direct contact twice with this old 'colleague' of his, a Mohammed Salal bin Hamad, about me and had send over an extensive report on my background and sexual interests and a DVD of me in action. Apparently, his interest was more than piqued.

"So Joanna, Sheikh Salal wishes you to come out to Doha for a ten day stay to cover overtly the business needs but also to be on call for his bed, or rather I should add his playroom. So before you say yes or no, here's the outline of how it will all work."

"Ok, I am all ears, Duncan."

"You will be picked up by limousine and flown out 1st class on Qatar Airlines. The suggestion is to go for QR006 as that leaves at 10.50 and arrives in the evening locally at 19.45. You will travel as Yuwannā Salal bin Hamad and the Sheikh will be arranging a Qatari passport to be issued to you as this will avoid visa issues and prying officials as the name alone ensures due respect and assistance. That means you will travel as local folk do, in that you can fly out in western dress but on the way into local airspace, you must put on your Abaya, Hijab and your veil."

I sipped on my wine.

"Everything will be facilitated at Doha airport, both arriving and leaving, and you will be met by one of the family's senior attendants and then quickly sped to their complex in the centre of Doha, close to the royal palace. Accommodation will be sumptuous and you will have the status of a VIP within the family and the women. You will be expected to live with them, male presence being limited to the Sheikh and who he designates and for any work purposes, again designated by the Sheikh. "

"Go on."

You will live, need I say, as an Arab woman for your time in Doha. The only condition in the whole trip is that you are on call for the Sheikh's pleasure. Knowing him, this will not be 24-7 so you will have time to a lot of time to relax, be pampered, work on your Business Plan and their project, and prepare yourself for the next session. You will not be out of communication by the way, except when with the Sheikh and I guess that is understandable."

Duncan laughed at his own joke.

"You don't need to take a lot of clothing, cosmetics or even lingerie with you, just enough for work purposes and to keep Mattie and Louise 'happy.' I have forwarded your sizes already and you can take your chastity belt and cuffs with you and I will arrange for duplicate key to be sent out there. Obviously, I wouldn't wear them through the flights as they will show up on security. As to being in your luggage, your case will pass into the diplomatic bag, so feel free to add what you require."

"You will find the Sheikh kind and considerate, but interested in bondage and he is also pretty well endowed, so you will enjoy that, and that is a frustration that he has with his wives and attendants, his girth and their love of fetish sex. You may be available for the females in household as well."

Duncan looked at me and drank some more wine.

"Finally, your money. Certainly no problem there. I will receive a transfer of £50,000 in the week before you go, so you should expect a large deposit on your account before you go. I suggest a 50:50 on this; in addition, you may receive all sorts of extra perks that will be substantial especially if he likes you. If, in advance, you want to buy some extra lingerie for the trip and the future, you have the means for top of the range items to supplement what they dress you in"

"Wow, I can hardly say No can I?"

Duncan smiled. 

"So it is a Yes then?"

"Yes, Master, I will do it."

"Well let's drink to that and then I have been itching to take you, my lovely Arabic cock-whore."

The rest of the meal and coffee, we discussed the finer details and arrangements for the trip as well, as the business details. We also teased each other. My pussy was beginning to moisten itself at the prospect of it being released from its chastity and friend to be replaced by Duncan's hard cock.

I settled the bill to the room and we headed upstairs. Our small amount of luggage was already there. Once inside the room, Duncan took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, his hands feeling my bottom. Before he got too far, I slipped out of my clothes and asked him to release me and whether he needed me with my cuffs or collars on. 

He said no to that but that he would release me. I climbed out of my white lacy bra revealing my pierced breasts which he fingered and toyed with my bars. Then I presented him with my bottom, my soft buttocks protruding from the Belt's split thong strap holding in my residential training dildo. His hands felt my globes and his fingers moved down to tease my anal bud. Quickly he unlocked the heavy-duty locks and released me from my restraint, readying me to be taken by him. His fingers quickly found the wide dildo he had placed in there and he pulled it out, replacing his tongue in my mouth with this toy for me to take in my cream that had accumulated on it. Back in came his tongue to savour me, to prepare me for my taking.

He took me by my hand and led me to the double king bed, pulling back the covers to lay me down on the soft Egyptian cotton sheets. He moved close to me, kissed me again and then started to work down my body, my ears and neck being closely kissed and paid attention to. I threw my head back in anticipation. Gradually he made his way down my chest towards my waiting breasts.

He took my breast deep into his mouth and began to nuzzle it, the feeling was wonderful as I ceded to his control of me. I played with his salt and pepper hair, yearning to serve his hardening cock. I arched my back so as to push my erect pierced nipple deeper in his mouth. He sucked me harder and his loose hand played with my other breast and its ring, hardening that nipple to being as hard as the one in his mouth. God, I was pleading with him to take me, my language turning blue.

I held Duncan close to me and moaned; my nipples felt they were getting tighter and tighter and the feeling of his onslaught was sending electricity to my brain. Duncan knew how to play me like a polished violinist, he moved under my breast line, slowly caressing and kissing me; he moved gradually down my body, focusing on my mini-erotic points that he had got to know where they were. I was curving my back now enticing him to take me.

I was beginning to buck my hips now as my excitement grew and I lusted at him when he looked up my body at my reactions to his pleasure giving. His head moved down over my mound and towards my already damp love grotto. I knew the top of my thighs were covered in my nectar and that he could smell my rampant sex. I gripped his head with my mid thighs and coaxed him in so that his tongue would relieve me, my fingers darting roughly through his hair. 

Duncan took my legs and moved them over his shoulders; his head was now ready to serve me, to please my pulsating slit. I begged him to tongue fuck me. Duncan made me beg for him. To relieve me – I had had no direct vaginal sex all week, relying on oral and breast pleasure that the girls had given me. Slowly Duncan circled in on me, working his way over my mons and over the join of my pussy area onto my thighs. He ringed his way in, focusing in on my outer labia lips. 

And then he moved on to my inner lips, playing on the other side of my rings, such heaven as he teased me erotically, running his tongue up and down me. I was growing tenser by the passing minutes.

He took my legs and splayed me wide and closely looked at my sights. 

"God, I know why men so love your pussy, you are gorgeous and how you are opening up for me is incredible and I can see your cum bubbling up for me. The Sheikh will be a lucky man."

His fingers darted over me again and I was just about ready to explode over him with his verbal teasing and the sensation of his naughty finger play. I started to buck my hips in anticipation of feeling him inside me, inadvertently giving him an even better view of my open cunt.

His tongue moved right onto me, the entrance to my cock home. His mouth enveloped me, taking me in by his tongue, kissing me and slowly sucking me harder and harder; his nose playing against my upper slit and clit. I was nearly there and I could feel my kegels starting to tense automatically, pushing my cream out onto his face and into his mouth.


Duncan's motion changed to a long sweep of his tongue taking my heavy pre-cum in as if it was a milk and then he entered me with his proboscis, exploring my inner depths with it. And then came his fingers, one, two and then three as he slipped them home into my waiting cunt. I was hot and ready, swollen and creamy and I bucked my hips again to take more. I felt him push his fourth in, and then finally he curled his thumb in and I was there, his fist was in me, fucking me. I was so wet; I could hear the sounds of the cream and air popping around his wrist. 




Joanna's Contribution Ch. 04



My head was moving side to side, my cheeks and chest were red hot. 

I was moaning, no just about screaming for release, 

"Fuck me Duncan, Oh God, fuck me." 

My hips were jumping to take him in deeper and respond to his in and out motion.

Then it came, my orgasm, my electric shock. This was the best fuck Duncan had given me, even more powerful than when I had literally masturbated him using only my cunt, with my wrists chained and suspended from his the roof of his four-poster. It grew on me this one; I felt it coming deep in my cervix and brain, threatening to overwhelm me. It was managing me, controlling me, my cunt moving to his hand, opening me right up for his predilection. My brain was opening my legs and cunt wider for him and I was groaning with impassioned joy. No one, not even Mattie or Louise had ever taken me like this before. 

He continued with his fist fucking and his other hand went up over my tummy to take my nipple and tweak it, sending another signal into me and then his mouth was over my clit, French kissing it. This was what sent me over the top. I was quaking and urging him to take me and that I was cumming; he felt it on his wrist, my cunt going into voluntary overdrive, spasming around him. This had me bucking hard; no, thrashing is the only descriptive. And then she arrived, a massive spasm, cum everywhere, my head frozen and white with the intensity and I was gone.

I came and came and my body was still quivering with pleasure. Duncan held his wrist in there and slowly and expertly started his withdrawal, but only to replace his fingers by his massive cock. He slid straight in and could feel me quickly adjusting and clamping onto him, my pussy control having been trained to respond. Within seconds, he was adding his cum to mine, washing me with his expression of his manliness, making me his for his time with me.

God, I had no strength to move and I lay there, taking in the moment, electric shocks still bouncing around my body and slowly moaning, as Duncan lay on my body, owning me. I could learn to love this man but I knew instantly that I couldn't.


Gradually he withdrew and Duncan asked if I would kiss him. I took him into a missionary hold with my legs and we French kissed. His tongue probed my mouth in a way that felt even more intimate than when he had taken my cunt and I could taste my own erotic, sticky juices on his face. We kissed like that for a long time before he gently slid into me to take me for a proper cock fuck. The afternoon was young, the night was to be long; my brain and cunt were to be rightfully pounded by him; I was his for our few hours before rightfully being put back into my chastity to await his cock the next time.

Part 10.

Mattie and Louise were thrilled to hear about the advertising deal in Qatar and that the bonus for me could be very substantial. I promised them a luxury holiday if it was landed and they could choose if it was to be sand and sea, inland France or elsewhere, or skiing. I was more cautious about the details of the sex expedition. I didn't deny it, rather that Duncan had an old friend out there who was interested in a session with me, and Duncan being Duncan would have full screening of my safety and health before ever releasing me. That seemed to appease them.

Duncan was, in the meantime, nailing down the fine details for me whilst I focused on preparing my body. My nipples had healed well and Duncan had D rings inserted in them rather than bars the weekend before I was due to leave; these were rather nice I thought and certainly my nipples were more sensitive now.

I was due to fly out on a Thursday and then to return a week the following Tuesday, giving me two full weekends, starting Friday, with the Sheikh and also a working week and two more days, though I needed only some three to four days for what was required. I agreed with the girls that I would leave on the Wednesday morning and overnight in London as it would mean me leaving home by 5pm to be sure of making the flight. I booked in to Browns again and Duncan would join me there for last details and, no doubt, one more fuck session. 

As to preparations, Duncan lent Mattie a key so that they could make proper love to me or rather vica versa before I left them. My hair was growing out and that I had styled into a nice 'Va-va-voom' style, a sexy look as the hair has such volume to it. Thick all around, the medium length style looked very classy as my hair was parted to one side with the hair curled outwards at the bottom. Soft bangs lightly fell on my forehead. The girls loved it. Secondly, the previous weekend I had my nails properly Frenched. Thirdly, I bought more cosmetics and fourthly, I had serious lingerie raids in London, being custom fitted in Rigby & Peller, and expeditions to Harvey Nicholls Agent Provocateur and Myla. Finally, my skin looked really good, as it had bronzed up nicely after a month of treatment. 

By the way, as promised, I had received a deposit of £25000 onto my bank account.

I packed my lingerie, business clothes, threw in a swimsuit, three nighties and robes, and slipped in two vibrators and a couple of butt plugs along with other day-to-day normal items and various items of jewellery. I filled out 'love you' cards to the kids, Mattie and Louise and then left after breakfast with them, Mattie driving me to the station. As she rightly pointed out, it was only two days longer than a (genuine business) trip I had made to the States a few months before. We kissed and I was on my way.

Duncan and I met up in Browns and had a quick raid on a high-end sex shop where he bought me an Elemental Le Lynx titanium vibrator with three different shaped ends. I loved it and we used it on me after he had removed by Belt. This went in my case for my trip, along with my collar and cuffs. We had a nice dinner and then a lovely, passionate, last session with no beatings rendered, as he wanted my skin devoid of marks at the outset of my trip and lots of oral sex.

The weird thing in the evening was when Duncan handed me a brown envelope. Inside was a Qatari passport with my photo in, the tickets and boarding card for seat 2A and the special labelling to go on my bags to direct it towards diplomatic baggage. I had given him passport photos a few weeks back after being made up by Soha and her girls but it was still odd and with a sense of some apprehension when I saw myself with a second passport of another nation. Still, I do know one person who carried 5 passports, so I guess having a second 'nationality' may prove useful.

Duncan also ran through how I was to meet my greeter and that I would be quickly 'expedited' away from the airport; this sounded like I was a FedEx delivery. 

I was up early to shower, make-up and dress as a Middle Eastern girl, as Soha had showed me. I decided on a white La Perla Art Deco bra with matching suspender belt and low waist brief. These were kind of retro in look but of a striking design if anybody had my clothing off straight away after arrival and they were soft for travel. I clipped on La Perla stockings too. 

My clothing was simple a cream chiffon-silk just-below-the knee skirt with a nice waist belt built in, along with a luxurious green silk blouse through which my bra could just be seen, and a cream matching jacket. These came from one of my favourite new designers KJ's Laundry. Cream low heels, some of my eastern gold jewellery and Duncan's ring, a splash of Arabian Oud's Prince Diamini perfume, and I was ready to set out on my long trip and what I considered my first true client, the others having been more tests of my ability to become a high class fetish escort.

I kissed Duncan gently goodbye as he was still asleep and let myself out of the room. Downstairs a nice Mercedes limo from the Embassy was dutifully waiting for me. We headed out of London in the early morning rush-hour to the airport. Check-in and passport control was a doddle, and my nerves of being a Qatari soon eased. 

I was soon in the lounge relaxing; the flight was on time and it wasn't that long before I was safely in 2A and the Airbus 340 was moving off the gate, en route to Doha and the adventures that lay ahead.

The flight was uneventful. Comfortable, good food for being at 30,000 feet, quiet and I worked on my business plan to push ahead on that. An hour out, the crew started the preparations for landing and I took the opportunity to refresh myself and put on my Abaya and Hijab. The veil could wait until just before disembarking. My nerves started to grow, firstly about entering Qatar and, secondly, with what was to come. It was similar, but more intense, to the excitement of being in front of a client's bedroom door.

Final approach and down came the plain. It was night time and 7.45pm. I could see the sand and the bright lights of Doha. I had been here several years ago on a Gulf Air transit and it had certainly grown. The airport backs on close to the sea. The tyres on the plain touched down with their familiar bounce and then we were gliding to the terminals. 

The usual disembarkation scramble took place and I put my Niqab on took my travelling and pc bags and waited for the main door to open. I got the "We hope that you have had a nice flight Ms. Salal bin Hamad," and I stepped out into the heat and then the air conditioning kicked in. I was greeted by an airline official with my name on a small board who asked me to go with him and he duly took my travelling bag. We walked through to the 1st class immigration gate and he took me straight through, even though I had my passport in hand. Onto the luggage rack and very quickly my case was up and similarly treated, or rather ignored, by customs. 

On the other side of immigration I was met by a woman dressed and veiled similarly to me and handed over to her. She greeted and welcomed me to Doha and the Salal bin Hamad family. She told me she was called Soraya and one of the senior family attendants. We headed outside and, still in air-conditioning; we got into this luxury Mercedes. It was not that far from the airport into town but the architecture was a dazzling mix of modern and traditional and we passed several green parks. We were soon pulling into the compound and around to the female quarters where I would be staying.

I was greeted at the door by one of Sheikh Salal's wives, Sheikha Karimah, who was drop-dead gorgeous. She was late 40s, my height, with beautiful dark eyes, jet-black hair, dressed in a silk dress and with superb make up. She led me in and the quarters were, indeed, sumptuous, as Duncan said they would be. Just like the outside, modern was mixed with traditional such as in the use of a wind tower to cool down the main central court, (the Dewaniah where the women of the household meet and entertain), and old Arabic antiques along with an impressive collection of sculpture and ceramics. 

After small cups of refreshing tea and idle talk over the flight, Karimah suggested showing me to my quarters to settle in and meet my three attendants. These girls would be responsible, twenty four-seven, for looking after me 'to their best ability' and they were there for advice and to help bathe, dress and prepare me for the Sheikh and the family.

Karimah led me to her block off the courtyard, explaining that each wife had a large apartment comprising of their own master suite, their children, lounges, a kitchen for their own use, and rooms for guests. I was to be her guest. We entered the guest suite and it was fabulous with a living room, bedroom and bathroom with an enormous deep bath even with seats in it. The rooms were decorated with a subtle blend of European and Arabic tastes, for example, intricately carved lower friezes in a pale sandalwood up to about 3 feet from the floor, earth tone walls to high ceilings, lovely silk curtains 'Versailles' style and lovely non-ornate furnishings. The bed was colossal and could sleep four or five in comfort and was covered in loads of large pillows and beautiful silk covers.

My attendants were there, Alima, Nasira, and Hana. They greeted me rather subserviently. All three of them were fairly small, young and dark skinned. They were of Jordanian origin. Alima was the curviest and full in her breasts; Hana was flat chested and elfish. Nasira had a gorgeous smile. All of them spoke English, albeit broken in Nasira's case. I understood that at any point, there would be at least two of them present with me.

Karimah suggested to me that I quickly freshen up, but not to bother showering as I could do that later, and join her for some supper along with one of the other two wives, Sheikha Suha. I went to the bathroom and came back in to the bedroom. The girls had laid out a choice of kaftans and I chose a pretty green and cream one. I sat down and the quickly went to work on my make-up. Alima led me back to the courtyard and Karimah was there with Suha.

Suha, I learnt was the youngest wife of Sheikh Salal at 26 and very pretty with a lot more blonde in her hair than her elder counterpart. Karimah offered me a glass of wine and explained to me that, as Sunnites, they were allowed to serve wine to guests and even some imbibed, unlike stricter sects, as it did not affect their ability to be good Muslims. 

Over a light supper of prawns, I learnt that Karimah was the oldest of the wives and the matriarch of the household. Each wife and their children had personal attendants and had yielded one up to serve me whilst I was with them. Beneath the attendants, there was a large staff of women to serve the household drawn from the Philippines and Bangladesh as well as the Yemen. 

Slowly the conversation turned to the Sheikh. He was kind and compassionate and treated his female household well, though he expected loyalty and respect to him and his family, like many Arabs. Infringements were, however, treated seriously by him and fed into his sex life. He enjoyed BDSM and, for that, they were pleased to welcome a female aficionado into the house so as to take some of the pressure off them, even if only for a short time. Karimah mentioned that while they all accepted it as part of their life and got some pleasure in varying degrees, the Sheikh enjoyed sex in the presence of other men too and that I needed to be prepared for that. He was however careful with whom was involved.

She also said that the female household was pretty open to sex but, outside the wives, not with men obviously unless invited to do so by the Sheikh, as the household was very much his sole property and under his control. Lesbian sex was just at the level of wives and attendants and I could engage with the attendants as I wished and, of course, for the duration of my visit I had the status of a wife. 

Lastly, the Sheikh, I was led to understand and Duncan had said something about this as well, was pretty well endowed. Karimah mentioned that she had learnt that I could handle that. The wives were interested to learn how to handle such a large girth so I went into some of the details; they said that they hoped to pick up on other 'techniques' during my stay! I must say that Karimah and Suha came across as being very open and nice, and there were chats and laughs about going shopping in the Ladies markets, as well as comparisons with shopping and life in London and Paris.

We parted at about quarter after ten and I headed back with Karimah to my room. She gave me a little kiss and said goodnight. On entering the room, Alima and Hana were there in short white robes. On the bed was laid out a stunning Liliana Casanova Champs D'Elysées cream silk, satin and chiffon full length night robe and gown. It was cream and mousseline and finished with a corset effect ribbon back and lace. I knew this was custom made and incredibly present. Next to it there was a pair of matching panties with a lace ribbon crotch that ran from my waist to back. 

"Miss Yuwannā, (just Yuwannā please) these are a welcoming gift from Karimah to greet you to Doha. We have run you a bath."

Indeed they had and this enormous bath was more than enticing, having been filled with an exotic scent. 

"We can help you undress." 

So, I let them assist me and it was rather exotic to be treated like this. My clothing and lingerie was whisked away to be laundered; I wondered if Mattie would enjoy this job with all these women's used panties to worship. I could see them inspecting my body, bronzed though it was my body colour was still lighter than theirs and my nipples were much pinker.

I stepped completely nude into the bath and the temperature was spot on for me. Alima undid her robe and followed me. Her body looked really cute. Without saying anything, she went to wash me starting with my back. Every part of me was cleaned by her and she enjoyed focusing on my nipples then my pussy and she lingered over my rings down there. I enjoyed feeling her finger sliding along my pussy. She then gave me a lovely massage which was just what I needed.

Stepping out of the bath, Hana was ready with thick towels for me. She helped me towel down, also enjoying my sights. I was then perfumed; just about the only thing I did myself was my teeth – and have a pee.

They then helped me into my panties and nightgown. It felt so lavish and soft and I felt thoroughly spoilt and pampered. I climbed into the really comfortable bed but the girls were not finished. Hana removed the towels and both girls appeared wearing short white nighties and tie-side panties on. 

"Hana and I are available to sleep with you if you so wish; the Sheikha's frequently like us to do so with them, but if you are so tired, then we understand."

As it was still only about 8.30pm back in England, I invited them to join me as the bed was so large. I was asked if I wanted to watch TV or a film or blue movies that apparently covered girl to girl and BDSM movies. I suggested they tell me about as little about themselves if we were to be living together for the next week and a half. They all came from the same village in Jordan and had been at the same school. They were 23 and had been with the family for some 5 years, training for two and attendants for three. There was no contact with men, except for family members and they were off limits both ways, so sexually it was all female. The (good) money that they earned went back to their families and they had been able to travel a little as part of the Sheikha's entourage. They certainly liked Karimah and their environment.

They cuddled into me and I gradually felt their hands gently exploring me. I said,

"If you wish to make love to me, girls, you can. I am very much bisexual and I enjoy women in many ways more than men."

I lent over and kissed Alima gently and, after, turned to Hana. She responded by kissing me in an exploratory way with her tongue and I lay back to be submissive to them, in part to see how good they were. Alima played with her fingers across my breasts. It wasn't long before I suggested getting out of my nightgown as I didn't want to leave that damp and also that they should remove theirs. They helped me out of mine and then helped each other remove theirs. Their breasts and nipples were beautifully shaped and pert. 

Both girls moved to play with my nipples and to nuzzle them, fascinated by the D rings that had been inserted into them. Alima moved slowly down my body, kissing me over my belly and then down around my mound and its creases onto my legs, but staying away from my pussy. Hana stayed on my breasts, sucking one and rolling the other with her delicate fingers.

Alima's tongue found my clitoris and I felt the spark bounce into me. She gently placed her mouth over it and allowed her suction to do its work, in between using her tongue to caress over my emerging bud. Hana then moved over my breasts, swinging her legs up past my head and backed onto me to present her cunt to me for my tongue. 




Joanna's Contribution Ch. 04



Both girls like me were devoid of pubic hair, something I prefer, as it gives me clearer access and Hana pussy was no exception. Small and tight with thin lips, I ran my tongue up, down and between her creamy lips, nipping her labial folds and, in doing so, getting her that little more excited. She arched back to lower her bottom onto my nose and I inhaled her exotic scent. I could feel the walls of her pussy opening ready to receive me, wanting me in her, wanting me to fuck her with my face.

Alima was seriously teasing my perineum, her tongue darting over my slippery surface and I could feel my own lubricant welling up in me. With her tongue, she stroked her tongue through my fluids, spreading them over me, up and down my inner labial lips but not as far as my clit. I was opening up for her wanting her in me. 

These two were exciting me, building me up; my hips were gyrating, trying vainly to entice Alima to enter me and Hana to cum into my mouth. Alima ploughed my wet furrow up and down, slowly teasing me to open up for her. I was becoming hot with desire to be penetrated. I replicated her movements through to Hana, and I could sense her responding on my tongue; also she wanted me to enter her it.

Alima's tongue found my wanton pussy and entered me; I too followed on Hana, with Hana moving to open up further for me. Alima's fingers found my clit and started rubbing it furiously. Suddenly, and I don't know where from, she pulled back and entered me with a nice full vibrator. God, it felt good as she fucked me with it and I bucked into Hana. I could hear Alima complimenting me over my body and how beautiful it was and how she wanted me to cum for her.

Alima withdrew her vibrator from my pussy and held it still at the creamy entrance to me. I took a deep breath and she pushed it back inside me, pushing hard into me this time. This had me pushing hard into Hana, wanting to scream into her. I could feel myself clamping my muscles around Alima's artificial cock wanting it to satisfy me. 

I was bucking now timing it with my tongue into Hana; her cream was flowing freely into me now and her breathing was getting harder with each lunge that I took. She was making low, soft sounds of pleasure every time I penetrated her. Hana was starting to gyrate with force on my face using what means she could to obtain her orgasm. 

Alima's tongue came onto my clit and this was the release I needed, coupled with Hana pressing as hard as she could down onto me. Hana's pussy convulsed and I felt her thick, sweet cream surge out of her into my mouth. I unloaded, my body shivering and my brain going white with pleasure and, I think, actually ejaculating into Alima's mouth. I heard sweet moans of pleasure emerging from both girls. Hana was thrashing around on me but I stayed in her to delight in her love juices. Alima's tongue lingered on my pussy, which kept me on my high.

Slowly we came down off our peaks only to end up going for another strong orgasm as the girl's switched position. Hana, with a strap dildo, and Alima riding a chin cock that she produced. I was later to find that there was an enormous range of toys to use in this feminine palace.

We ended up curling up together with both girls on either side of me in their simple white nighties and me wearing this heavenly nightie that Karimah had give me.

Part 11.

Next morning, I woke and the girls pleasured me once again before bathing me and preparing me for the day. Again, I wasn't allowed to wear my own lingerie but was put into a nice cream Marie-Jo set. It was then breakfast, no bacon sandwiches here, but with some delicious coffee and, afterwards, I went and visited the Sheikh's offices for my initial meetings.

I was back for the midday prayers and lunched with all three wives. I thanked Karimah for her wonderful gift and she was so nice about it, saying it was nothing.

Sheikha Aliyyah was there for the first time, she had had a foundation meeting last night. She was most charming and well educated and also pretty in her looks. She was an Iranian by origin, 38, and had been at Tehran University and the Sorbonne working on social anthropology before meeting the Sheikh through a family introduction. She too reiterated her pleasure at having me present and said that she would be the wife to accompany me to the Sheikh's bedroom tonight. I should sleep, rest, have dinner and then have my attendants prepare me.

I got back to the room and found that Nasira and Hana were on duty. I did some paperwork and caught up on e-mails before having a little relief session with the two girls. I just needed a little stimulation, guessing what lay ahead this evening and to keep myself for that. Nasira was rather delicious and very adept with a strap-on as Hana queened me for a second time.

I slept for an hour and a half with the two girls and woke to the sound of the Mullah for the end of the siesta prayers. I asked the girls to run me a bath and asked were they alright in administering me a substantial enema to ensure I was thoroughly clean. I also asked them to check that I was completely smooth. 

The bath was again a wonderful soak and Hana slipped in with me to ensure I was properly cleaned. Out into the fluffy towels that Nasira was holding and a robe, Nasira set to work on my hair while, Hana, once dried off, worked on my toenails and cleaning up my French finger-nails. Hana applied some henna, intricately decorating my hands and feet. Nasira worked on my make up, working up my cheekbones and my eyes into a classic local look, dark and sultry. My lipstick was a very dark burnt red that was then outlined. Lastly, I was doused in a luxury Dehnal Oud Maliki perfume.

Out came the first part of my jewellery. The girls started by attaching diamond emerald cut earrings into my ears and then Nasira 'sewed' up my pussy with a small leather and platinum lace. She then attached a platinum waist band around me and from the front of it fixed a chain down to my pussy piercing, and a second chain hanging down my back to the nape of my bottom with a small Arabic inscription and a drop pearl. 

She attached my Neosteel collar that I had brought with me and ran a chain down to my waistband. Chains are significant in Arabic culture, reflecting the Bedouin heritage. From the collar, she attached a necklace with small charms and from the bottom of the necklace, chains across to my nipple rings. Over the necklace went another chain with a platinum pendant, this being my "Allah" pendant; it was beautifully inscribed.

The girls then pulled out my lingerie, an ensemble of La Perla Ingenue comprising of a bandeau bra with glossy satin cups, embellished with lace, a matching suspender belt with the matching floral lace panels, but slightly opened between the top and bottom strap as they came into the clasp at the back. The garters were elasticated with a high quality strap and Hana rolled on a pair of La Perla stockings and attached and adjusted them so they were taut on my legs.

The panties were a matching semi-thong with a lace 'v' on the front that one could see the outline of my pussy and just my clit ring with its chain running upwards. The panties were designed to attach to stretch ribbons to two rings on either side of my mound and then behind, my bottom was on view through the semi-transparent lightweight and tulle that came between the ribbons.

Following all this extravagant lingerie, Nasira attached my ankle and thigh cuffs, and then took two diamond studded chains and attached those around my ankles underneath the cuffs. She then fixed a matching diamond banded ring onto each of my two index toes, pulling the sparkling chains between the toe and the anklet. These were traditional step limiters and Nasira mentioned that the diamonds tonight were a gift from Aliyyah and Suha. Over this went soft slipper shoes.

Hana had pulled out my dress, not what I would normally wear. This was a floor length silver shimmering evening dress with my left shoulder laced and sleeved, so that the sleeve hung down as a shawl on my lower arm. My right shoulder was bare down to my breast cup. Below my breast line, the dress was textured and beaded in a sand-like ripple effect with the ripples running downwards. The whole effect was light and shimmering. I stepped into it and Hana fastened the back.

My final jewellery started with my wrist cuffs. Over these were put platinum and diamond bangles, some with small ornaments and inscriptions off them. So even though I was in pre-bondage, the jewellery I was wearing complimented my wear and that I was in the ownership of the sheikh. No watch was added, time being irrelevant when it came to serving and pleasing him.

Some more perfume and kisses from the girls. Nasira had slipped into a simple pretty kaftan and she led me out to the courtyard. The three wives were there looking stunning with their outfits and jewellery and I thanked Aliyyah and Suha for their gorgeous presents; they inspected the bangles and ear-rings, asked to see my feet and loved the traditional style.

Kamirah said that we were heading out for a traditional family meal in my honour and that, obviously, we needed to put on Abayas, Hijabs and veils. Firstly though, I was introduced as a friend of the family to their five daughters. The attendants were there in numbers to help us cover up and we headed outside to waiting Mercedes. I travelled with Aliyyah as she was my host tonight; her daughter came with us.

We headed out in convoy and drove through Doha and all its lights and glamour, through the suburbs, and out into the desert. Eventually, we could see lights and this large tented camp appeared out of the dark. I had heard about these family 'camps' and the feast dinners that are held at them long before coming out to Qatar.

The cars pulled in and we all got out and then walked through to this massive tent. Off the back were small permanent structures and a number of smaller tents where all the kitchens and support units were. Inside the tent there were a number of men, all relatives and sons of the Sheikh, along with staff serving drinks and small snacks. This was truly a family affair. We walked in and there was the Sheikh. Kamirah, Suha and Aliyyah took me in to meet him for the first time, Aliyyah holding my hand.

The Sheikh was approximately 5 foot 10, 57, well built. He was in traditional dress like the rest of the males of the family, namely the white thoub, the shumagg and the black bands of the ogal hiding the thagiyah. His only evident luxury was a diamond watch. 

The Sheik welcomed his wives with a courteous Arabic greeting and then Karimah introduced me. He extended his hand and welcomed me to the family, speaking fluent English. He asked about my travel out, that I had arrived safely thanks to the grace of Allah, and the comfort of the quarters and that I had everything that I needed. I replied with a simple thank you and indeed how comfortable the Sheikhas had made me.

We went into the main hospitality tent and I was introduced to other members of the family. A glass of cold white wine surprisingly appeared. At the Sheikh's insistence, and as I was considered as family, everybody removed their hajibs and headwear. 

I was invited to sit next to the Sheik and the Sheikas accompanied us with one of the elder sons. The family tended to divide by sex after that. The food was spectacular with roasted lamb on saffron rice, bowls of stewed vegetables and some which were deliciously spicy. Tea and coffee seemed to be the main drink of choice. Music came from a traditional Arab group. Conversation between the family members was warm and sometimes teasing but, like most Arabic families, issues and business were relegated to private discussions so this was not the forum. The Sheikh gently questioned me about my education and background and was showed that he was impressed with what I had achieved in life and in business. 

The evening passed quickly and soon it was time to leave. The Sheikh suggested that Aliyyah and I return together and then a second car would bring our attendants and that they should prepare the two of us for later. 

We returned to the compound and the driver dropped us at the back of the Sheikh's block; this was an entrance reserved for his women to enter. It was a short walk up the stairs and into his enormous bedroom suite. Off that there was a corridor with an office, gym and, at the passage end, we entered what was obviously his sex-room. 

Nasira and Aliyyah's attendants entered and helped us out of our Abayas and then our dresses. Aliyyah was wearing black lingerie too as well as necklace chains and jewellery. Her attendant, Hessa, attached ankle and wrist cuffs onto her. She looked closely at my collar and cuffs commenting that they were much more sinister than hers; I explained that they were from my chastity set and I would show her the belt. 

Nasira removed my panties, undid my lacing and then clipped chains onto my rings to open me up; these she attached to my thigh cuffs. Her next act was to produce a metal yoke and secured my neck in it and attached my wrist cuffs to it so I was immobilised on my upper body. She led me over to a stand that looked like a half barrel and pushed me over it, attaching a short chain up onto my collar. My legs were then spread out and secured. Meanwhile, Aliyyah had been secured on her back to a low bench by her attendant. She was pushed forward and under my pussy, just at a nice height to pleasure me. Hessa brought her mistress's panties to me, slipped them on over my head so that I too could take in her fresh, damp scents.

Hessa then apparently pleased her mistress with her tongue to get her moist so as to bring up a fucking machine. She set this off a low, unhurried rate to screw her mistress with the effect of pushing Aliyyah's tongue into me.

The girls then stepped back to the sides of the room; Aliyyah teasing the insides of my lips, sucking on my rings and, at the same time, having to take the strokes of the cock penetrating her love hole without mercy.

Into this scene of lesbian submission came the Sheikh dressed just in a black, cotton jock strap that did little to hide his considerable package. He walked around and inspected the handmaidens' work and his fingers went into gently feel my pussy, which was already getting wet. The next thing I felt was a crack across my bottom which surprised me and pushed me down onto Aliyyah's tongue that was starting to bounce with pleasure as she tasted my creamy honey.

A second crack of the flogger descended across my bottom, this time on my other cheek. The same reaction and he then rolled the flogger up and down me, skillfully building up a cumulative effect of heat and pain on me, as well as bouncing onto Aliyyah and take her erotic odour in as I inhaled after gasping. Quickly, I could feel my first orgasm building and I knew by Aliyyah's tongue rate and the way that she had moved deeper into my pussy, rather than her previous focus on my clit and lips, that she too was approaching hers.

The Sheikh moved around me varying his angle of 'attack' and letting the floggers strands find my crevices. His cracks onto my sides and under my arms had me squirming and squeezing down on Aliyyah. The action of this 'sweet and sour' of pain and pleasure had me wanting to release and it was Aliyyah extending what was evidently a long tongue that tipped me over. I was arching my bottom and sent me rippling with pleasure, bathing her in my cum, which she took in. I heard her hit her high and rested down onto her as the Sheikh pulled back from his flogging of me.

Our attendants were summoned and came forward to release us from this position but not from the yoke. She led me over for me to be put over a padded bar, Nasira pulled down a second bar into the small of my back and attached the top of the yoke to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. My leg cuffs were attached to foot chains and my thighs locked in by chains from the wall, again spreading me wide. 

Nasira took some weights on small chains and hung them from my nipple rings; this pulled them downwards sharply duly engorging them and getting them to send messages to my brain that I was to shortly cum again.

Having had the fucking machine removed, Aliyyah was moved by Hessa onto another bench, a little like the one that I had been mass-taken on. She was secured to that with large straps and also using her cuffs. The frame was elevated into the air so that it could slide back onto me so that I could service her between her legs. Hessa took my panties that I had been wearing to the dinner and put them over Aliyyah's head. 

The sight of her was a really nice looking pussy. She was dark coloured but this served to highlight the pinkness inside her lips. She had a lovely little clit, topped by a distinctive hood and framed with a neatly shaped pubic mons. Her outer labial lips were stripped of any hair as was her perineum leading down to a tight anal flower. I gently explored her with my tongue, enjoying my first direct taste of her sweet fragrance, and her residue from her previous orgasm.

Nasira and Hessa had stepped back out of the spotlights and I sensed the Sheikh behind me. His hand wandered over my bottom and up to my pearl that hung off my waistband. Slowly his fingers sensuously danced there way down the inside of my buttocks towards my pussy. This felt good. He hovered over me, teasing me with my rings by gently tugging on them; I felt him slide a finger into me to withdraw and taste it.

I was enjoying Aliyyah and in pleasing her lovely pussy, tempting her love button out of its home, getting her to whimper with pleasure and to wiggle her bottom as much as she could given her restraint.

The Sheikh, having sampled my 'goût,' had stepped back and pulled out a crop. I heard the familiar 'swoosh' as it came in and landed on my bottom. This stroke, I felt, cut into me; he followed it with more, working over my bottom, then strokes onto my thighs and back. Each jolt had me wanting to distract myself in pleasing Aliyyah more. He was working me over good and proper and I needed relief myself. Eventually his fingers returned and then I felt his tongue, probing my lips, taking in my clit. My swelling pussy started to quickly respond to this tender play and I could feel myself beginning to produce its honey juice for him. I tried to push back onto him as I couldn't arch myself.

Meanwhile, I focused even more on Aliyyah's pussy, my tongue rolling deeper into her. I could hear her whimpering now for relief. She tried to push back onto me and I probed her little anus, my tongue entering its hallowed space; I could strap her right now if I could.

The Sheikh continued his play on me, rolling my clit deftly and up and down the inside of my puffy labia. I felt him moving behind me and, then, he was there. He was huge in girth; everything the Sheikas and Duncan had said about him was true. He pushed at my entrance, running his hard circumcised cock up and down my wet, wet slit. And then he thrust home, opening me up. My pussy took him, just; all the training had paid off. He slid into me, my breasts and my weighted nipples juddering with his motion. My mouth, nose and eyes buried deeper into Aliyyah, hopefully giving her more pleasure.

He started fucking me, fucking me hard and true. I could feel every detail of his veined cock. He felt like a pony in me, not that I had ever experienced that. I drove home with my pure lust on his wife in front of me. I could feel her starting to cum, her love juices were starting to get creamier and in the way she was rocking on me. He continued to drive into me, stretching every inch of me, his pressure right over my g-spot. This was what I needed and I felt myself cumming. Then the wave hit me, square on firstly I felt Aliyyah finding her high mountain and, secondly, The Sheikh, exploded into me. This sent me completely over the top and I just about blacked out as my orgasm blew my brain. My breasts and nipples felt that they had electric shocks buzzing them and my pussy was on fire with this lovely penis, still hard in me.




Joanna's Contribution



Visits to him have been about every ten days but there have also been a number of short sessions with me visiting him after work. These sessions were in many ways harder as he would be more dominant and harsh with me. I have now realised why he has gone for these as it links very much to the 'client' plays of his.

I think it was on the fourth visit that he introduced a spandex hood to me. This I keep with me if I have to go up to him on return from work. I liked the sensation and he then introduced other hoods, some blindfolded, some with gags and then latex and leather. The latex and masks I was already familiar with as to my plays with Louise so I have passed his breath control sessions with flying colours. His main hood came as a three month present and I love being in that. This I have to wear as standard uniform with him unless otherwise instructed. It is very comfortable to wear and leaves me in my own little world and apart, from being a reminder of my status with Duncan, it does increase my awareness of what I am experiencing. Louise loves being hooded and I am slowly upping Mattie in this direction.

From the hood, he then started me on his Middle Eastern training. The principle of this is that I must offer my body totally to my partner and accept what they wish to do to me, without any question. The whole objective of the sex coming down to my total acceptance, worship and orgasm around my partner's cock, or if a woman, her strap. Any orgasm in foreplay was only secondary to this veneration and surrender.

When this phase of training started, he has since had me made-up and dressed to, from and in his house as a Middle Eastern woman. Underneath, I may be wearing nothing other than heels, or be exquisitely presented in lovely feminine lingerie, or be in latex. Nobody knows, except Duncan and his guests as, over my lingerie, I usually wear an Abaya, or a Middle Eastern long floor length and long sleeved dress and, outside his house, the Burqa or a veil. Plus, subject to his requirements of course, my hood, the default with which in going out, though, is to be enclosed. This means that I am totally encapsulated in my own world to reflect on my position and what is to come or has passed. I guess it is a form of sexual meditation that I practice, as I have to expunge any other thoughts about work or family when I am present.

As Mattie has written, he enjoys my piercings and uses this in his chain play, frequently to hold me open for whatever he chooses to insert in me. My piercing session with the girls took place just before the 'commitment' from me to accept this play. Part of his recent plays in being under his total control has now extended to starting to fist me for my pleasure and in using the TENS system vibrators; these are evil and very erotic, I find.

His latest activity is in my chastity and he is gradually upping the time I spend in a very secure belt. Soon I will be spending a week at a time in it. The purpose of this is four-fold:

Firstly, I am completely deprived of direct vaginal sex (soon it will be anal as well) when not with him and in the Neosteel. This certainly focuses the mind and reminds me of his offerings to me and that he is ultimately in sexual control of me. This does not mean that Mattie and Louise are deprived of loving me; we just have to be more creative and build lesbian plays around it when I am wearing the belt. (And they too now have belts to add to our plays so we do have an enormous amount of fun; the belts are very adaptable to accessories as well).

Secondly, it builds a degree of frustration in me that I can't have sex as I wish, as before meeting him. Therefore when released from it, I get particularly intense orgasms as I have been thinking about the acts of release and also to let myself really go when I am out of the belt, as I will be shortly deprived again. This applies to not only Duncan and his friends but with Mattie and Louise as well. When I am out of the belt, it really focuses our love making and penetrative sex.

Thirdly, Duncan has also acquired the matching accessories such as ankle and wrist cuffs, thigh cuffs and a collar all made in the same high quality stainless steel and neoprene, and with heavy duty locks. There are various D rings off these accessories as well as of the wait band and crotch plates and he can use, and does use, them in bondage on me.

Fourthly, he invariably has a dildo in me the whole time; this is as so as to push my vaginal walls apart and loosen me up to take larger cocks. His last acrylic cock in me was a 15 cm by 5 cm diameter being of German origin, which I believe is a tad under 6 inches and just over 2 in diameter. Being snug in my home, it does continually remind me of his cock and it is a funny feeling living with a hard large cock in you. But in growing use to it, my vagina is being continually trained to accept and be open to accept them at any time. I still have to try and exercise my kegels though.

Part 3.

It was late in the fourth month of my training that I turned up at Duncan's for a long weekend session of three nights. The children had gone off on a Scouts camping weekend and I had suggested that Louise and Mattie head off for their own love in to a nice inn hotel on the South Coast. They helped me prepare, the usual enema, waxing, dark make up emphasising my eyes, and then into some exquisite Marie Jo lingerie and stockings that Duncan had couriered over to the girls, along with a medium sized plug and chrome dildo that they inserted into me before lacing up my pussy rings and pulling the black panties up over my hips. He had sent over a dark blue Camille balconnet bra that had a lovely finish entirely in the colour Nori which was a racy blue semi-transparent material. This see through material provided the base for embroidery in Oriental, blue-green hues with golden yellow accents to brighten the overall design.

There was also a matching suspender belt and Italian brief panties that clearly showed my naked mons and pussy outline. They then helped me on with my black sandal high heels my plain traditional Abaya and Mattie helped me into my hood and laced it, before padlocking the pink leather collar that provided the base to the hood. Over this went one my heavy cotton blue Burqa. Louise attached a long blue leash to the front of my collar and led me out to the back seat of the car where I sat as they loaded their cases and kit up, as well as a bag for me.

It was about 7pm when we drove into Oxford to the west side and Louise parked the car near the Dragon School; this meant a nigh on 300 yard walk to Duncan's house. Mattie helped me out of the car and Louise took my leash and we set off down the street, getting odd stares from at least five people. I was pleased when the door opened and Duncan was there to greet us.

The girls having left me, said their goodbyes and kisses, and safely on their way, Duncan removed my Burqa and leash and then turned to me and suggested having some food and wine that he had prepared for us so that I well nourished before we started.

Having supped and cleaned up, he took various gold necklaces and bangles and put them onto me and then went to attach thigh, ankle and wrist cuffs onto me. He also replaced my studs with long Arabic style ear-rings. Finally, he clipped on my leash and led me upstairs to his 'playroom', which was situated adjacent to his bedroom. In the middle of the room was a large St Andrews Cross, his gym horse and the ominous chain and hooks hanging off the 'I' beam and its roller mechanism that traversed the room. He unclipped the leash.

"Do you need to pee and or poop, Yuwannā; I have your pottie here?"

"No Master."

"Ok then. You are to be on display tonight for the first time. See the cameras up there and on the tripods over here, all your activities will be filmed and edited for a DVD that I will have sold, and we have you on a limited subscribers feed tonight into the Middle East. As is normal, you will be in your hood so no-one will be able to pick up on your true identity. However, it may prove to be an excellent way to market you as being available to rent from me, for those candidates who pass my minimum standards."

I nodded in acceptance.

The cameras went on to their red lights; it was 8pm, midnight in the Emirates. Duncan left me standing there and then requested that I slowly remove my Abaya to reveal my wonderful lingerie and bondage items.

"You look magnificent tonight, my Yuwannā; I like your presentation and your hand-maidens have done well preparing you for me. However, you have fallen at the first hurdle. When I opened the door to welcome you home tonight, you did not drop to your knees and offer me your mouth for my pleasure. You spent time saying goodbye to your hand-maidens."

I knew what this meant and I was ordered over the gym horse where Duncan fitted my cuffs to the legs. He pulled down my panties and yes, I had to take my first punishment of the day, a paddling from his paddle, the size of a table tennis bat with holes in it. And with no screaming and the dildo and plug still in place.

From this and already feeling sore, I was led across to the St Andrews Cross and anchored into position. Before doing so, I had to remove my panties and bra and he blindfolded and gagged me with a ball gag. He left me there for some twenty minutes, no doubt to film close up on my body. I then felt his fingers on my pussy playing with my rings and sensed the pull as my pussy lips were tugged at; however, the lacing in them prevented me from being opened completely up. Clips went onto my nipples as well sending their now familiar shooting pains into my breasts and onto my brain.

I sensed Duncan move behind me and then felt the crack of a hip right across my left bottom cheek and immediately repeated on my right. The yelp made me bite on my gag and I could feel the phallic invaders push against me. Blows came down stinging me sharply rather than the diffuse pain of the paddle. He came around to my front and I felt him masturbating my clit with the tip of his whip or crop and then in came three short sharp blows across my mons, no doubt leaving their temporary mark. These blows nearly made me cum there and then as my pussy dildo bounced inside me.

I was left to contemplate on my punishment.

I heard footsteps back into the room and Duncan came across and removed my clamps only to replace them with nipple tubes as I felt the suction and engorgement of my nipples as they swell into the limited glass tube. This put a wonderful warm pressure sensation into my breasts.

I suddenly felt this shock across my clit; it was Duncan now with his Hitachi electric wand. The pleasure surged into me as he played over my clit and along my labia but unable to penetrate it because of my sealed labial lips and even my anal channel was full. Duncan brought me to a small climax but then quickly backed off. I seriously wanted his cock now to have a proper orgasm against and I didn't give a 'monkeys' if the Mayor of Riyadh or the Sheik of Fujairah was watching the feed.

Having been on the Cross for some hour, Duncan undid my clips and then went to undo my pussy lacing and slowly, for the camera, removed my crusted toy friends. With my gag removed, the pussy one was offered to me to clean and I slowly ran my tongue around it, savouring my own cum.

I was then released from the Cross and led across the room by the collar leash, still blindfolded. Duncan roughly seized my wrists and bound them together. I then felt him snap my arms above my head and my wrist rope was hooked onto the chain from the beam. I felt him attaching chains to my ankle cuffs and the next thing I was slowly raised into the air to the point I was forced onto tiptoe.

"Time for some large cock training, Yuwannā"

I presumed that he had some dildo apparatus rigged up underneath me. I felt this trolley pushed between my legs and I could sense the tip of a dildo against my pussy. I pushed down on it but couldn't spear it.

"Use your body and push down, Yuwannā," he ordered me. But just as I felt I could get to the tip of it, he pulled me up onto even a higher standing on my toes. This was very uncomfortable and a huge tease. I could sense this big dildo there but couldn't enjoy it. I tried and tried and Duncan used a riding crop on my behind and across my breasts to get me to try and extend my body downwards. The pain surges urging me on to press down and take this obviously large dildo between my legs, wanting to find its home. I knew I was soaking wet with anticipation and already my head was buzzing with a build towards a massive orgasm.

Duncan held me there for some ten minutes squirming away, occasionally whipping me and vocally cajoling me to try and sate myself. I was trying every which way I could to take this and confirm to myself my need to be a cock slut.

Duncan moved away from the side of me and even though I felt I was right on the edge of my toenails, I could feel the dildo enter my pussy channel, pushing at the gate to heaven. God, it was large and realistic. Slowly, very slowly it entered me and what Duncan was doing was raising the table to meet and for the dildo to enter me. Inch by inch this monster dick entered my sopping cunt; my cunt just wanting to swallow it up.

It was nicely in and probably about the depth of Mattie in me when I realised. This wasn't a dildo, it was real. It was all male but then it wasn't Duncan. I felt his thighs brush against me for the first time. At this point Duncan released the tension on my chain and I literally skewered myself down onto this cock, it filling me up more than I had ever been filled before. I felt he was drilling through my womb.

Duncan reapplied the pressure somewhat and by applying it and releasing it allowed me to fuck this new man in me, a man I never had seen.

I came and I came hard, my body shaking as my cream spurted out of me, from deep inside me. And then the cock washed me; I felt him tense on me and explode deep into my womb. This sent me over the top and I just blew my brains, screaming into the gag, and collapsing forwards.

For ten minutes, I don't remember the rest as I was gone and in total seventh heaven. Duncan let the tension off the chain but I was still suspended and I just sat on this monster penis, relishing it being inside me, expressing my appreciation by little spasms and squeezes of my pussy walls around my new found friend.

Having come down that little bit, but still on a big high, Duncan climbed onto the bench and I felt him offering his cock to my mouth. I greedily took him in and quickly all the way to the back of my mouth. He face fucked me hard and soon he was exploding himself into my mouth, his now familiar taste of sperm hitting me and expecting me to take it all in to me. Whoever it was beneath me took my still cupped breasts into his hands and started to pump away inside me. Before it had been me fucking him, now he was fucking me. I didn't last long and very quickly I had two men's sperm inside my body, the first time it had ever happened in my life.

This wasn't going to be the last time either.