A Harem of his own (Looking for around 6 females to play various members of Harem)

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm MacDonald
6' 3"
220 Pounds
Black Hair
Emerald Green Eyes
9 Inches long, 3 Inches Thick Uncut

Malcolm is a adoptive son of a Shiek, and he had just come into his inheritance, and is looking for some women for his own Harem. He is very rich, and very good looking.

What I am looking for is this.
please put a bio in and we will play on this.

#1 head Harem Girl:Showdolly~~ Diedre
5 Harem Girls
1: BlackOpal19~~~Amunet
2: Bloodsoul~~Morgan Powers
3: Pywakit~~ Maya
4: Cockslave ~~ Inge Johansson

Here is the Bio Form I would like you to use please.

Name:
Position, Head Girl or Harem Girl:
Age:
Height
Weight
Hair
Eyes
Measurements
Why you came to being a Harem Girl (IE: Slave Girl who was brought in, vollunteer, bought whatever)

Will start when we get a few girls

 

[blackopal19]

Name:Amunet
Position: Harem Girl:
Age: 18
Height: 5ft5
Weight: 125
Hair : soft black in color, falls to the middle of her back.
Eyes: soft almond color, mysterious
Why you came to being a Harem : Amunet is a mystery. She is egyptian by birth and demeanor, her good health indictive of a wealthy upbringing, but yet she was brought forth to the newest of shieks by a slave trader.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Welcone

Welcome Black Opal, and I look forward to playing with you in this.

 

[blackopal19]

Harems are always fun

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Yes

Yes they are, and once we get 2 maybe three more girls we will start. More than likely only two more.

 

[Bloodsoul]

Name: Morgan Powers
Position: Harem Girl
Age: 22
Height: 5'9½"
Weight: 129lbs
Hair: Deep, blood red, coming down to her chin with bangs covering the ride side of her face
Eyes: Golden-brown, small and sharp that match her fiery demeanor
Measurements: Very slender with small but lovely breasts and her hips retaining some curvature
Why you came to being a Harem Girl: Morgan had worked most of her adult life as a street walker.. callgirl.. well, prostitute! She prided herself in being very profesional, however, and retaining not only her health and self-respect but a fair amount of money as well. She enjoyed her work, however, and felt that this particular line of work might be a change of pace; a vacation, even! She had heard about harems before and knew it wouldn't be easy to escape once she wanted to leave.. but she could be very persausive if she needed to be.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Welcome

Welcome Bloodsoul, your the second one. We will be starting pretty soon, in fact probably tonight if things keep going this well with getting people to sign up.

 

[showdolly]

Alright, DonaldD, you've convinced me

Name: Deirdre
Position, Head Girl or Harem Girl: HEAD girl
Age: 24
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130lbs
Hair: dark brown, long, straight, like to keep it in a braid
Eyes: green and piercing
Measurements: 36-24-32 with a larger-than-C cup breast
Why you came to being a Harem Girl: was married to an employee of the court, who passed on recently. Not wanting to leave the royal treatment life, she decided to become a member of the Harem and was quickly appointed by the son of the Sheik himself as head girl.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm and his girls

Malcolm was sitting at the table where he saw people and his girls. He smiled at the thought, he had a few of them right now, and they were all beautiful. He called them in. He looked them over with a smile and told them that they could stand.

"Now girls, you know who I am, and you my lovelies are my harem so far. I am still going to be looking for others, but you three are my first. Now I am a fair and gentle man, so you don't have to worry about being beaten or anything like that. As long as you take care of me well, I will take care of you well. At times I will call on one or more of you to do your duties, but in my court, you are going to be the most favored. You three, and any others taht come into the Harem." He smiled at them and waited for any kind of questions that they might have. "You may ask a question or two if you wish."

 

[Pywakit]

Maya

Name: Maya
Position, Head Girl or Harem Girl: Harem Girl
Age: 18
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 120 lb.
Hair: Pale blonde in dozens of slender braids decorated with bright red ribbons
Eyes: Emerald green
Measurements: 34-22-34
Why you came to being a Harem Girl: Maya was born and trained into the harem. The daughter of an infamous harem matron in a neighboring kingdom, she was sent to Malcom on her 18th birthday as a gift. In addition to the skills one would expect a harem girl to be versed in, Maya is a talented musician.

 

[cockslave]

Name:INGE JOHANSSEN
Position, HAREM GIRL
Age:29
Height: 6 ft
Weight:160lbs
Hair: LONG WAIST LENGTH BLONDE HAIR
Eyes: AZURE BLUE
Measurements: 38B - 24 -34


Inge had been attending part of a two man yacht team over a year ago, sailing in the Indian Ocean. They had been captured by pirates, her male companion had tried to escape and was executed in front of her. She was then sold into slavery.

Now the new 'sheik' has started his ownharem she has been sold to him. Pleasantly surprised to find an American 'sheik'. Her joy was short lived as she soon found out he had been raised in the eastern way where women were treated as inferiors, although those of harem status were deemed as more valuable than other women

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Welcome

Welcome to the two new Harem girls, Pywakit and Cockslave. I have made the first post for the thread, so it is on you ladies now.

 

[Pywakit]

Maya

Maya studied her fellow harem girls for a moment, marveling at their beauty and poise. There was no way she could compete with their resplendant featrues, their wanton curves, their raw, smouldering sexuality.

Eyes lowered, Maya cleared her throat and spoke.

"I am so delighted to be here, master. Um... that is what you'd like us to call you? Master? I look forward to pleasing you, and can do so in any number of ways. I tremble to show you my skills, but if you should choose another, I can serve you in other ways. I am a passable masseuse, and can entertain on stringed or wind instrument as you wish. You need only ask and I shall provide, master."

Her cheeks blushed and her heart raced. She prayed she wasn't turning it on a bit too thick, but she desperately wanted to honor her new master so he would think favorably upon her.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcom smiled at Maya and nodded. "Very well Maya, I will more than likely have use of all your talents, for all of you girls also." He looked over at the American and shook his head. He knew that she didn't belong here, but still he paid good money for her, and she would do good once properly trained, maybe he would ask his head harem girl to make sure that all the girls were trained well, he knew that that was her job, and that she would do good at it. "Master will be fine on what you call me, and you all may look at me now, so at least you know that at least I'm not some hideous monster." He chuckled at that, trying to lighten the mood.

 

[Bloodsoul]

Morgan sat upon the cool floor with one leg tucked beneath her and another held upright, the elbow of the matching arm wresting against the knee. She wasn't wearing much, a dress of light, almost see-thru silk, cut low to expose much of her cleavage as well as to show off her shoulders. The dress was fitted tightly around her tiny waist and the skirt reached down to her feet with one long, large slit over the front-right side. The sleeves were fitted tight around her elbow but widened out towards the wrists. Yet, the dress wasn't much, but it looked pleasant on her and it felt oh-so very nice. She looked nice.. that's all she really cared about at the moment. Granted, several of the women that were here and who came in could be considered more beautiful than herself, what with their curvacious bodies and full breasts and.. what had been a smile quickly became a frown as her eyebrows furrowed, her gaze striking them like cold fire. She closed her eyes for a moment and turned her face away, thinking back to her past. She tried to imagine what her grandfather would say if he saw her, here, like this, but if anything he would've completely forgotten about her now. It had been sometime since she had seen her younger siblings. Tsk, she spends half her life raising them and then they both go off! Some gratitude. But wasn't that what it was like to be a parent? You raise your children to be strong and smart and ready for the world and then, one day, they're gone?

But where did that leave her? Without her family.. she was alone. She was unneeded. She even made fewer rounds at the bars since she no longer needed to sleep with as many men as she had to, the bills becoming drastically lower once she was by herself. So perhaps this harem gig, as silly as it first had sounded, was the best thing left for her. She had been a prostitute for so long, after all, that she never really learned to do anything else in the workforce. Might as well go to a place where her skills were to be appreciated, right? Granted, she was sure that further skills that Denise had taught her was get her going a long way here.. ha, now what would that little Frenchy be thinking if she saw her here? She giggled softly to herself until the sheik.. her new 'master' spoke, and with a start she stilled herself and opened her eyes to look at him. She had to admit he was handsome, and her first thought had not been that he was a monster.. of course if he held a monster cock under his robes she'd never object. Her soft, seductive smile returned when one of the girls named 'Maya' spoke up; was the little girl scared? She appeared only a few years younger than herself and only a little shorter, but with the tone in her voice she seemed so terribly tiny and fragile. Morgan thought for a moment over what she might say in greeting, but all in all she really just wanted to get down in business. Oh, but if she mentioned that she was a little over eager that might not go over terribly well with the sheik, would it? So, for the moment, she would just stare up at her new master and smile at him, her luscious, ruby-red lips curving like a feline ready to pounce.

 

[cockslave]

Inge Johanssen

I stand there as I am brought in before this man. He looks like any normal american , dressed in jeans and tshirt. I clearly didn't want to be here. I didn't agree with slavery but had been treated badly by those pirates. My friend murdered , me........... well they took turns raping me. so is it any wonder I didn't relish the thought of being here as this man's play toy.

"I realise I belong to you now.......but I will now bow down to you nor will I let you lay a finger on me. I will never let another man touch me again. EVER. So you can beat me , torture me I don't care but I will not have sex willingly with you."

I turn after giving him a determined stare and go and sit in the corner away from everyone.

 

[blackopal19]

Amunet

Amunet stood as the others did so too. She was dressed in a traditional egyptian cotton skirt, with a delicate bikini top made from the same material, but was so thin it almost showed the sfot brown ofher nipples. From her neck dangled feminine strings of precious stones.

As she stood she took in the other girls. There were so different, and she wondered at the taste of this new sheik...this man who was apparently American...but who held the old ways.

But she wouldnt' worry about that. She was untouched by men, and so therefore had not the obvious experiences that some of the other women had. She had only to hope that he was as kind as his words

She had no questions for her Master, and instead blushed and looked down when she felt his appraising eyes upon her.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm knew the ways that he was raised, and he shouldn't let one of the harem girls talk to him like that. He looked at Inge and shook his head. "I approve of all of you, and you all look great. I would like to introduce you all to the head of my harem. Amunet, Morgan, Maya and Inge, I would like to officially introduce you to Diedre, she is the one that you can go to if you need anything that I can't provide. She's in charge of any training that you might need, now I know that some of you are already trained in this, so you know what she does basically. You can call me master if you wish, but I wouldn't look down on you calling me by my name. Yes I know that that isn't normal, but I was adopted by the last sheik, and am American. While I do know the ways, I am a bit more liberal in my thoughts." He smiled at them all admiring them.

 

[showdolly]

Deirdre looked around at the girls, smiling but unseen beneath her veil. She wore deep purple satin - she looked best in this color, she'd always known - and most of her wardrobe was in this shade. She had a few blues, a couple of deep reds, and some black as well, but purple was her favorite.
Today, for the meeting with the sheik, she'd chosen a modest and sensual attire. Her half-bra top pressed her mounds upwards to her chest, barely covering her darkened areola, yet fitting her perfectly and not looking painted-on in the least. Her low-cut bikini bottoms, lined with cotton so as not to reveal any occurring wetness, were seamless and had belt loops on either hip. Through these loops was laced a sheer scarf, long enough to start along one arm, held in her hand, then wrap around her neck and through the loop. It circled to her ankles, almost sweeping against the ground before rising back up through the loop on the other side, back around her shoulders, down her opposite arm, and held in her other hand. Across her face was a thin piece of the same purple satin, held behind her ears with a string made of amethyst, which also decorated her ears, neckline, belly, wrists, and ankles. The chain around her middle had connecting lines to the amythyst-studded garters, from which dangled yet more jewels.

As the sheik introduced her, she looked up at the ceiling, raising her arms so that her fingers met above her head and her scarf unfolded. she slowly lowered her arms, still looking up at the ceiling for a moment before taking in the sight of the others. They were all beautiful - she had her eyes on Maya, the one who had spoken. They would have to make music together for their sheik, and provide him with a sensual four-handed massage at some point. She looked over the older girl in the corner, the one who had spoken irately to the sheik. That one would have to be trained, she decided.

She spoke with enough volume to be heard by all of the girls and the sheik as well, with enough authority to become immediately respected by the other members of the harem, yet with enough submission that the sheik would not be offended. "Thank you, Master, and I will do my best to help each girl learn her fullest potential to please you. Each has a talent that I'm sure you will enjoy, and if ever one of them is out of line, I will be more than happy to take care of it for you." She cut her eyes at the American in the corner, knowing that at some point she would have to correct her, and hopefully she would become willing soon enough, once she discovered her own pleasures.... "Shall we dance for you now, or return to our quarters until evening?"

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm looked at Diedre and the others with an appraising eye. He didn't agree with a lot of what his adoptive father believed, but he loved this custom. He nodded to her. "Go and relax for the day, take the girls and make sure that they are all settled in now, and I will see you all this evening. Thank you Diedre, and all of you for your respect and show of support. You are all dismissed now, until later." He clapped his hands in dismissal and turned back to some of his paperwork he still had to take care of today before pleasure. Business before pleasure his father had always said.

 

[showdolly]

Deirdre bows her head and kneels into a curtsy, until his back was turned, when she rose and motioned for the other girls to accompany her to their quarters. Their own private guards surrounded them and guided them there - these men were not allowed to touch nor gawk at the girls, but were present at nearly all times (unless of course, the sheik dismissed them for privacy when a girl was with him) to watch over them for both safety, and in case any of the more reluctant ones should try to run....
The girls were silent until enclosed in their quarters, where Deirdre removed her veil and smiled at the girls.

"So ladies, what shall we discuss as we wait for our call this evening?"

 

[Pywakit]

Maya

For the last several minutes, Maya simply couldn't keep her eyes off Dierdre. Not only for her beauty, but for the exotic and incredible outfit she wore. The combination of intricate silks and simple cloth worked some sort of magic, made the Harem Mistress seem to be more than human.

As they reached the communal room in their new quarters, Maya's interestin Dierdre's appearance had transformed into shame at her own. She wore a simple white silk robe, one that was cut to accentuate her figure, to show off some skin around the midriff and the shoulder and the leg, but in the end it was nothing compared to Dierdre's outfit. Only the intricate braids of her nearly white hair could even come close to matching her majesty.

Bashfully, Maya glanced at the other girls before she stood.

"Mistress? I know not how the other girls arrived, but I must shamefully admit I have nothing more than this rough robe. If I am to please the Master... I would beg of you something more to wear for him..." She felt her cheeks burning. Despite being raised in a harem and trained in countless sexual techniques, Maya had never developed a strong sense of self-esteem about herself. During the act, all bets were off, but at all other times she cursed herself for her timid behaivor, yet felt powerless to escape from it.

 

[blackopal19]

Amunet was pleased with the housing. It was elegant, lavish, but sensual in its own way.

She settled in a comfortable looking pile of pillows in the communal room, determined to be at least comfortable.

She did not know what to think of the headmistress. Was she fair? Was she kind? Or was she cruel? Only time would tell.

 

[showdolly]

Deirdre smiled at the girl - Maya, she'd said. "Yes, of course my dear! You are very beautiful, and I think that we shall get along splendidly." She motioned for the young harem girl to follow her as she made her way to the wardrobe she'd been provided. "You and I have some things in common, I understand." Watching the girl intently as she picked through her clothing, looking for that green thing, she continued. "My husband was a member of the court. Though he never shared my passions with others, he did have me to entertain his visitors on occasion and taught me what I know about pleasuring a man - for his own enjoyment, of course. But it has served me well in his death also it seems. Regardless - he taught me the ways of masseurs, having held several in his arms in the past and enjoying it much. He desired that I should be able to play music for him, and provided me many percussions to learn. If I can hit it with a stick or mallet, I can play it." She smiled as she removed the garment from the furniture and held it up for Maya to see.


"This one, this one will bring out your eyes my dear. Come now and don't be shy - let us make sure it will fit you." She watched the girl as she disrobed and reached for the garments, all the while continuing her explanations.

"Soon, we will be asked to pleasure our sheik. This will be our life - each of us individually, and all of us together. I think he would much enjoy the sensuality of two women massaging him, relaxing his back, shoulders, neck, and legs before turning him and completing his pleasure. And even men enjoy a serenade on occasion - perhaps he would like us to play for he and some of the others from time to time."
At this time is when Maya reached for the clothing, and Deirdre explained why she had chosen it for her. "This green will bring out your eyes my dear, while the rubies accentuating it will mix beautifully with the ribbons already entwined in your braids. There is no better outfit than this for your hips, and though you may feel a bit exposed, that is what we are here for, yes?" She smiled as Maya slipped into the satin materials. The bottom sat low on Maya's hips, revealing the curvature of her pelvic bone above its materials. The bralet covered the darkened areas of a woman's breast, and split into ribbons all around the mass of it before joining at the middle and top, which wrapped around the girl's neck. Down Maya's middle, the garment had chains embedded with emeralds and rubies - one from the underside of each breast, and meeting at a golden circle around her belly button. The bottom of the ring exploded into several chains, half of which were attached to one hip and half to the other side of the panty material. Along her hips and along the neck-wrapped top were sewn sheer scarves - the top ones long enough for the girl to toy with at her hands, and the bottom ones falling down halfway between her knee and the ground, creating a look similar to a skirt.


Deirdre smiled, liking what she saw. "Do you like it, Maya?"

 

[Pywakit]

Maya

Maya was speachless as Dierdre helped her slip on the beautiful garmet. It even felt beautiful; smooth, silky, and even refreshing to the touch. She had lived her life in the shadow of luxuries, yet had never herself owned (much less worn) anything of her own. To have such riches draped over her body made her feel like a whole new creature.

It took her a few moments to find her voice, and when she did, she spoke barely above a whisper.

"This... this is incredible, Mistress. Never in my life did I think I would wear such finery." She examined herself in a nearby body-length mirror, and marveled again at its beauty.

"I love it, Mistress."

She turned to face Dierdre, her cheeks burning now not with embarasment, but with pride. She bit her lower lip, then glanced down at herself before asking her next series of questions.

"Yet as beautiful as this garment may be... it is but a package to deliver the prize. My body itself is my greatest gift to the Master. Am I... am I adequate for him? I mean... you, and the others... you're so beautiful! And what of other adornments? Of inks and tattoos? Of piercings? Does the Master prefer shaved girls, or natural?" She thought of her own sex, of the thatch of blonde pubic hair above it, and worried again that she should have shorn it free, to present herself as pure to the new Master. She then realized she'd asked a handfull of questions in a single breath. She smiled at her own excitement and looked at her feet.

"I'm sorry, Mistress... It's just that I'm so excited about this. I... it has been what I have trained for my life entire."