The Kalif's New Woman

[SugarDeSpice]

Catalina Constantine
long blond hair
violet colored eyes
5 ft10 in
120lbs
32-30-36dd

Time: 19th Century

IC-

Catalina Constantine remained silent as the harem's maid bathed her. Washing her long blonde hair.

She wasn't sure were she was, some where inbetween Persia and India, she supposed.

She'd been here for a week, sold by her uncaring father in Turkey so he could bring back riches to his new young wife back in Greece.

She knew what she had been sold into and she knew now, as the maids helped her exit the bath and started to dry her off, that she had been selected by the Kalif.

Her thoughts run rampant, straying from one thought to another, as the maids placed her into the dress which Catalina didn't think was much of one.

With basically a dark purple silk scarf tied around her somewhat large bosum and a skirt made of different shades of purple scarves that fell to her ankles, she had never felt so naked in her life.

 

[ToolmanTim]

OOC

I gotta say, I love the outfit. Is there anything in specific you're looking for or just an old fashioned sex romp?

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Well, Catalina isn't submissive, so she'll need to be seduced, firmly (not BDSM) into her role as a member of the harem.

 

[ToolmanTim]

By seduction do you mean poetry and songs being written for her, or do you mean hours upon hours of slow, sensuous foreplay.

Cause I can't really see a Kalif writing epic poetry for his new harem girl.

Also, are there going to be other harem girls to help Catalina learn her arts? I get curious about such things.

Incase there was any doubt, I am interested in the Kalif's role.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

No the hours of foreplay.

I don't enjoy multi partner play, so this would be a one on one thread.

 

[ToolmanTim]

Excellent. I'll have a reply up in about an hour. Need to deal with something in RL and then I'm all yours.

 

[ToolmanTim]

The room she was lead to was large, at least 50 square feet, the entire floor covered with pillows. Dim lamps kept under silken scarves of burgundy, violet and blue filled the room with a dark, sensual light. Every table with a lamp on it held a small dish where incense burned, infusing the senses with a powerful scent of desire. Also on each table stood a lone bottle with a long neck.

At the center of the room was a large pile of pillows, which seemed to be at the precise center of the perfct symmetry of the room. Unbeknowst to Catalina, the pillow pile had a convex hole in the center where the Kalif lay, undetected, while he waited for his new treat.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Catalina took in the room, breathed in the air, which made her head swim a little and her knees weak.

She walked slowly, the scarves of her skirt, parting to revel her smooth legs.

Finally, feeling more than a little light-headed thanks to the incense, she sat down on a pillow near the center of the room, and waited. Telling herself she would not give in.

 

[ToolmanTim]

The Kalif her the doors closed and waited. He heard the sound of cushions be squooshed underfoot getting louder as she approached. Then they stopped and he heard a flop sound. He waited for a few moments more and nothing happened. So he decided to see what was going on.

He crawled to the edge of the pillows and propped himself up so his eyes just peeked out from over the rim. He saw the beautiful young girl his courtiers had picked out for him. She was very exotic, such light skin and her hair was a color he had never seen before on a human head. It was as brilliant as the sun, golden and beautiful.
He felt a stirring in his loins, a powerful desire that was familiar to him. This was a lust that could consume a man. He knew, with one look, that he had to possess her, to feel himself plunged deep inside her, her breathless body pressed against him.

The Kalif took a deep breath. She was already his. He would take her slowly, very slowly, and relish every moment. He smiled. He would enjoy this.

The Kalif cleared his throat.

"Hello."

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Catalina started at the noise.

the voice was deep, and masculine, but from where it came from she couldn't tell.

She sat up on her knees and peered around the room.