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I've had difficulty posting this story to the newsgroup (the lines keep
wrapping in weird places unless I spend an hour fixing it), so I'm
letting those who read the draft of the first few chapters in the
newsgroup know where to find the rest of this story (& more).

After a major grammatical revision to the chapters that were posted,
I've continued writing. Currently 5 chapters are complete and available
at my new website. Eventually I hope to make this story about 12-15
chapters long. I write approximately 2 chapters per week. (Except this
week has been unusually busy with work—so nothing new this week, sorry).
"Tribute" by j-tied can be found at:
            http://www.teleport.com/~starchrt/warp2/tribute.htm

I also have several other story ideas I'll be developing as time allows.
The main page for my website "Warp 2" (Erotica by j-tied & BDSM-links)
is:
            http://www.teleport.com/~starchrt/warp2/index.htm

Thanks to those who have emailed me!
j-tied

--
Beneath the surface, within the Deep blue Sea, Many fish swim...
i swim Beneath the Deep blue's Dark Surface,
     but am not one of it'S Many fish...
     And while i'm often caught in Japanese-style nets, i don't mind...

Solved the riddle? ;-)
If you agree with me, visit http://www.teleport.com/~starchrt/warp2/
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And for those who missed my other post (or couldn't stand to read it
with all the errors—I'm sorry), here's a sample from "Tribute":

Chapter Two: Arrival of a New Slave

When Alisha arrived at the palace she was taken to the great hall by the
tax collector while he went to find the king and deliver news of his
recent travels. Alisha listened to the scattered conversations taking
place around her. It seems many noblemen are often gathered in the great
hall both to conduct business and to socialize. Instead of meeting the
king as she had expected, the tax collector had returned with a man he
introduced as the Harem-master.

It was the Harem-master who was to pass first judgement on her. Rather
than a polite greeting such as she was accustomed to being the village
leader's daughter, his first words to her were a harshly intoned order
to kiss the hand of her task-master. She didn't realize it, but he did
this with all the new slaves to come under his authority as a means of
judging the level of their defiance. Although she was startled, after
only a briefly defiant  look into his eyes she gracefully bent her face
to his hand.

He explained that harem slaves were expected to serve the Men in many
fashions. One constant service they provided was their appealing
appearance. For this reason they were expected to wear clothing only by
necessity, i.e. when going outside into the cold. The only other
clothing allowed was worn for the desire that a well-dressed slave could
inspire, not for the purpose of privacy. He said she must comply with
the expectations of a harem slave, and should begin by removing the
clothing she currently wore for the sake of privacy. When she hesitated,
the Harem-leader explained he would force her to comply if necessary.

At the Harem-leader's insistance, Alisha removed her "privacy" clothing
(actually nothing more than a fringed shawl over her back and a navy
semi-transparent scarf over her chest area) while leaving in place the
colorfully decorated breast-support band tied with two lengths of coarse
rope and a transparent, yellow scarf obscuring her breasts just enough
to provide some intrigue. He noticed there was also a black chain draped
between Alisha's breasts, the ends of which were cinched to her nipples
by gold cords. He decided that this slave's attire was well-prepared and
realized that she must have come from a noble family.

He then had her turn in place so that he could check if she was pleasing
to the eye from all directions and and dance around so he could judge
the grace in her movements. As time passed she noticed the great hall
growing quieter as the noblemen ceased the myriad of their conversations
and activities to enjoy this new exhibition. Meanwhile the Harem-master
was already planning several outfits — deciding which colors and styles
would best suit the newest wench. The Harem-master didn't know how long
he would have to design clothing to complement her style. He knew she
would continue to wear her current attire until after the King allowed
her to join the rest of the harem in the afternoons. It was during these
first afternoons with the harem that she would begin to sew the clothing
he designed for her.

The Harem-master began informing her of the new rules she would live by,
although she was far too overwhelmed right now to remember most of them.
He explained how some would be observed throughout her service and
written out for her to read each day, others were only necessary in the
beginning, and still others could be added by the King at any time. When
Alisha attempted to ask a question, the Harem-master told her that she
was to ask the other women her questions — that he was quite busy
enough. The Harem-master also harshly reminded her that she had just
broken one of the rules he was outlining for her by speaking to him
without first gaining his permission to speak. This statement brought
appreciative chortles from the growing crowd of noblemen. She bowed her
head as she realized that her life as she had known it no longer
existed; her only purpose in life now was to be here for the Men's
pleasure.

Slowly the level of noise and excitement began to rise again. This time
she heard enough of their conversations to realize that she had
something to do with the level of excitement in the room, but there was
also an eagerness for the king's return. She thought they eagerly
awaited the king for whatever business had brought them to his palace.
However, their eager anticipation of his arrival was because of a fact
of which she didn't have a clue: after the king's first enjoyments of
his new prize, he'd share her talents with a few of whatever noblemen
happened to gather in his great hall on their visits to the castle...

When the Harem-master tired of testing her will to defy what he
commanded, and decided she would likely be fit for the harem, the
Harem-master notified her that she should use the evening to adjust to
the new status of her life. He explained that she was lucky to have
arrived while the King was away for the evening giving her an adjustment
period before his return the following day. As he looked at the
submissive tilt of her head, he thought to himself that this one's will
to escape would probably be broken within that time. If he had known
enough of her demeanor to understand why she was so admired in her home
village, he'd be sure of it. But he did not even suspect the secret of
her essence yet: this slave would not only quickly learn to accept, but
later come to thrive on her submissive sexual service.

Since Alisha must wait to ask her questions until she met the other
women, it would be several days before she'd have the chance. Until then
she would need to try her best to comply with whatever some of the rules
meant, not knowing that the rules designed to apply only in the
beginning of a slave's service were meant to be confusing and lead to
automatic punishment. They however had to do with conduct in the great
hall which she would no longer have the opportunity to err in. Since she
had already broken a more serious rule by speaking to the Harem-master
without his permission to speak, she would spend the time until the
king's return by herself where she would be unable to speak out of turn.
She'd been told to use the time in isolation to dwell only on the new
rules in her life and become intent on following them. But, since she
was going to her new room for an isolation period she could wear the
blue scarf and shawl again as she might have need of the warmth they
would provide and since her comfort would not interfere with her
service.

As she was taken to the room which would isolate her for the night, she
thought to herself that isolation didn't sound like such a bad
punishment. She had no idea that in several days she would learn just
how harsh punishment could be...

In the very center of the room was a large four-poster bed. There were
only two other furnishings in the room (a chair and a chest of drawers)
making the bed an even more prominent feature. Yet, the Harem-master
informed Alisha she was not to sit in the chair. This confused her as
there was no other seating in the room. She'd already been informed that
her bed was for sleeping and for sexual entertainment, and that she was
not to use it for any other purpose, such as a sitting area. For tonight
the rule also banned sexual entertainment, therefore she would need to
stand or sit on the floor all her waking hours until the king returned.
The room's mirrored walls imparted an even more distorted, caged feeling
to Alisha's psyche.

The Harem-master went over to the chest of drawers and pulled out some
ropes and wrist-cuffs... He told her that he needed to prevent her
escape until he could trust that she would stay of her own free will. He
also said that being bound would help her learn submission to the rules
and desires of the Men. He began by placing a pair of cuffs on her left
hand. He placed one of the cuffs on her left wrist and the other one
attached by a short chain around the palm of her left hand. This made it
difficult for her to use her left hand to pick things up or move them.
To the chain he tied another rope which draped onto the floor for the
moment. After tying a third rope through two loops on the wall, he
picked up the rope from the floor and attached it to the loop of rope on
the wall. Now the rope to the cuffs on her left hand only draped
slightly onto the floor. Although this rope was not long (she could
barely lie on the nearest side of the bed), tying her in this fashion
would allow her to move further around the room than if he'd simply tied
her rope to one of the rings. However she was too intimdated to notice
the compassion he'd shown the new slave by allowing this slight bit
greater freedom to her movements.

The Harem-master then placed a blindfold of purple cloth over her eyes
and brought its long end-strings around her head back to the front where
he tied the strings together over the bridge of her nose. Alisha heard
him turn and walk to the door, which he shut to leave her in isolation.
She was now in a state of sensory deprivation, from which the first
feelings to surface were her fear and confusion. She quickly pushed
those out of her mind and in their place she found a growing
anticipation of what was to come. Being bound in a room awaiting sexual
service did tintillize even an innocent such as herself. Identifying the
feelings wasn't something she was capable of, but she did feel a
completely unexpected perverse pleasure, even if the meaning was
completely unknown to her.

Alisha wondered if she would ever become accustomed to living only to
serve the King. When she remembered all the rules she must learn, and
that there were penalties to face if she didn't, she decided that she'd
best practice those few that she could remember even tonight and
whenever she thought she was alone so she would be less likely to err
while in the presence of a Man. This meant that her only options aside
from sleep were to sit lotus-style or indian-style on the floor or to
lay with her legs spread-eagled to keep her legs spread and pubic area
exposed.

Upon seeing her begin to follow the code even when she thought she was
alone, the Harem-master's eyebrow arched from his amazement. It seemed
the King truly would have an enjoyable, useful slave from this one
someday. She not only had the creativity and grace which he had noticed
earlier, but evidently also a wise intelligence which allowed her to
decide to adjust quickly... and throughout the day she had also
exhibitted an admirable ability to set aside her fear. The Harem-master
decided he had witnessed enough and left the room to attend to the other
slaves under his authority. They would need much of his attention while
the King focussed his energies on the new one.

As a new slave Alisha was surprised that her imagination, as well as her
"deprived" senses, actually seemed to be set free by her isolation and
her bonds. Her mind roamed freely in unexplored, exciting new ways, as
she began to seriously contemplate what sex must be like. Yet fear was
also present, and before the fear could become panic, she decided to
pass the hours by developing some postures which she believed might
later be useful to her in her new life.

Alisha had always been a very creative woman by nature, so many
positions began to come to mind. While imagining the positions necessary
for a lover to be able to hold, caress, tease, and penetrate her
womanhood, she learned useful technique in these first hours.
Immediately she realized the most naturally useful and comfortable
position for her was with her hands raised over her head, palms
together, and her legs spread wide until they met at the touching soles
of her feet. This was good for times when no activity occupied her
attention, when simply on display in the great hall. It could also be
useful for lovers who wanted to play with her body before love-making.
However although this would be a position she preferred, but she
realized she would need to know others as well...

She remembered being told that most often lovers lay down together, but
that sometimes sitting, kneeling, and standing could lead to interesting
expressions of passion as well. She found many positions worthy of
remembering as she tried to keep herself from wanting to sit on the bed
or the chair. The ropes wouldn't allow her to reach the chair anyway,
but it was easier to try to avoid the thought, as well as many of the
other thoughts which occasionally appeared unwanted in her mind. One
such recurring trespassor to her thoughts was her disgrace at the fact
that her first sexual encounter would not be with her betroathed in her
village, but rather in sexual service to the King.

Truth be told, she loved neither the King nor her betroathed, but would
have followed her father's wishes to marry the young man he'd chosen.
Anything, she thought, would be preferable to the status of a concubine.
But this was her life now, and she would learn to live it. Alisha's
insightful wisdom to make her new life as comfortable as possible would
indeed make her a valuable slave. The fact that some actually chose to
live this lifestyle was unknown to her, and even farther from her
conciousness was the possibility that she could be one of them. At the
time, she thought of her choices only as an attempt to ease her
adjustment to her new status. She did not realize then that a desire to
serve others was so inherant in her nature that this life she now had
might be her only chance at sexual fulfillment without guilt over her
desires. Yet even so, Alisha's life was a difficult one and in these
coming hours she had many rules to learn, to remember, and to obey...

Late in the evening the Harem-master returned to bring her a
three-course dinner. He sat the tray down upon the floor and removed her
blindfold since she was not yet accustomed to functioning without her
sight. He suggested she eat quickly because he would return in a half
hour to replace the blindfold and remove her dinner tray. She quickly
ate her dinner, then took the remainder of the time to have another look
around the room. She was glad for this opportunity to do so now that the
blindfold was briefly gone again.

Alisha peeked inside the chest of drawers. She was both amazed and
frightened by the shape and textures of the objects found inside. It was
then that she began to truly realize the type of treatment she would
receive here. The top drawer was full of wrist/ankle cuffs, many lengths
and thicknesses of rope, belts, chains, and bars of wood with loops on
the ends. She couldn't imagine why such an assortment of restraints
would be needed, but then she had no clue to her Masters' own
creativity. The second drawer held a variety of textures: sandpaper, a
citrus zester, several feathers varying in stiffness and size, and
various clamps, clips, and brushes as well as several other
imagainatively collected instruments (most seemed to come from the
kitchen, the bath, or a workshop). In the third drawer she discovered
dildos of various shapes and sizes and other items obviously stored here
to penetrate a woman. Various lingerie and imaginative outfits were
contained in the bottom drawer.

As Alisha closed the bottom drawer she noticed a copy of the rules
posted on the side of the chest of drawers. At first she was grateful
for its existence, maybe she wouldn't break as many rules as she had
originally expected. But her concern quickly grew as she began to read
them. Some were relatively easy, others she knew would be difficult, and
more simply felt degrading — but she must follow them all or face the
consequences — consequences which were still a mystery to her but
frightened her nonetheless after seeing the Master's idea of a
plesure-chest. The paper read:


     "I _____ am a slave. I am here to serve the King in his harem in
the following manner as he has set forth for me:

* Members of the King's harem shall aspire to the ideal of growing long
hair.
* A slave must bathe regularly and shave her legs and underarms at least
twice
    per week.
* No slave may wear more than one layer of coverings while in the
private presence
    of the King.
* As a harem member, I must always be accessible to the King. When his
presence
    is expected, I must always ensure that there is nothing blocking his
access to my
    womanhood. If I wear panties, they must have an opening allowing
easy access
    to my cunt.
* The King and his Harem-master are to always be addressed as 'Master.'
* Although only those Men chosen by the King to use of his slave may
engage in
    full sexual activities, all Men are potential Masters and should be
always be
    addressed as 'Sir' or 'Master'. (Any female chosen by a Master to
receive a slave's
    pleasure shall be called 'Mistress' during the slave's service)
* All slaves must never speak to any Man without first gaining his
permission with the
    question 'Master, may I speak?'
* All slaves shall share their ideas with the Master, but will allow him
to choose
    whether or not to pursue them further.
* Harem slaves must keep a written journal of their fantasies. Both the
King and the
    Harem-master may demand to read this journal at any time.
* As a harem slave, I must keep my knees at least 4 inches apart while
sitting,
    standing, or otherwise motionless and widely open my legs at the
first touch upon
    my inner thigh. I must participate in any public sexual display
ordered by a Man
    as long as the Man remains fully dressed.
* A slave must not privately masturbate without the approval of a Man;
the Man
    who grants such approval is entitled to watch if He so desires.
* Members of the King's harem must never engage in private sexual
entertainment
    (except exhibitting her masturbation to the one who granted her
permission) with
    a Man other than the King or a Master of the King's choosing.
However, the
    Harem-master's special status allows him to do as he pleases except
for full
    sexual intercourse.
* If the King chooses to allow another Man to use this slave for naked
pleasure or
    private fulfillment, such a Master will present a letter signed by
the King and
    exhibitting his seal detailing the length of service and limits on
what may or may not
    be done.
* As a slave, I must make the best use possible of my body from my hair
to my feet —
    but especially of my hands, lips, and tongue — to bring pleasure to
my lover(s).
* A slave must never willfully allow a Man to intrude upon her body
except by her
    well-prepared womanhood. If a harem slave's womanhood is not wet
when a Man
    is ready, she must prepare herself immediately by making herself
prepared within
    3 minutes. After 3 minutes, artificial lubrication may be used if
needed to prevent
    injury — but a mild punishment may ensue. A more severe punishment
will occur
    if the slave inappropriately denies a Man or suffers injury caused
by not being
    properly prepared for penetration as defined by this rule.
* As a harem slave i must remember the positions taught to me by my
lovers to
    improve the quality of my future service.
All slaves failing to obey their code of behavior or any other order
given by a Master will be punished. The King, Harem-master, or Man
chosen by the King to enjoy his slave are a harem slave's Masters. Being
forced into compliance is not sufficient punishment; suitable punishment
will later be applied by the Harem-master and the possibly the offended
Master.

These rules shall be read aloud each day immediately following the
slave's bath so that she will always remember them."


The rules repeated themselves again and again in her mind as she laid
down on the bed — finally, something soft touching her body — and
quickly fell asleep...

Alisha awakened to notice her dinner plates removed and her breakfast in
its place. Since the breakfast was cold gruel, Alisha did not even know
how long it had been there or whether she had in fact worn the blindfold
overnight. She ate her breakfast and suddenly realized she also eagerly
awaited the king's return. Anything had to be better than the boredom
she experienced this past evening and her fear/anticipation of the
unknown...



Chapter Three: The King's Return

Finally, after what seemed like most of the morning, the Harem-master
entered her room. He told her the King had returned home and that he
would now prepare her for the King's first visit, which would take place
as soon as the King finished his bath. He blindfolded her once again
then ordered her to remain standing until the King told her to do
otherwise. Alisha felt the Harem-master remove the shawl from her back
and shoulders and the blue scarf from covering her breasts. Then he
reached for the rope between her knees to remove it. She instantly
turned away and refused to allow its removal, insisting that her mother
had told her that her knees should not be untied by any hand other than
the king's or her own in the king's presence. The Harem-master became
irrate at her defiance — he would punish her later — however, he quickly
considered whether the King would indeed be pleased by the rope and its
implied guarentee or prefer having his newest slave immediately
accessible as was normal for a harem slave. The Harem-master concluded
that when he informed the King that there had been such a rope and that
he had removed it, his word would be enough. Besides, such an action
would show this wench exactly who was in charge. The Harem-master
removed the rope, forcibly spread her knees three times the required
distance, untied the purple bow on her panties and quickly but firmly
brought his hand fully against her womanhood. He was pleased that she
was prepared for the King and turned to leave her contemplating the
overwhelming desire she suddenly felt at his touch.

Alisha was shocked to find herself beginning to feel disappointed and
frustrated that the King took such a long bath. After all the recent
events transpiring to bring her here, stimulating her curiousity, fear,
and yearning, she was now so anxious that it was difficult to believe
that this was her first time love-making. Then, when she felt she just
couldn't bear to wait even another single moment, the King finally
arrived.

The King's first sight of Alisha was of her bound to the rings in the
mirrored wall, standing in position the Harem-master had placed her,
with her legs already widely spread. Her long hair was plaited in a
braid partially hidden by the long lavender and blue scarf tied around
it... which might be quite handy for enhancing her bondage as the day
progressed. She was scantily clad in a very appealing manner. He saw she
was wearing a nipple chain covered by a semi-transparent yellow scarf
draped over her breasts — yet it only partially hid them, barely
softening the lines of her curves. He noticed the way the scarf was
tucked into the ropes of her colorfully striped breast-leather. The
slave's breasts were appeallingly accessible as they're pushed forward
and together by the way the leather's ropes were tied above her breasts
and behind her head. A large round amethyst was cradled in her navel and
her only real garment was her purple, lace panties — with an obscenely
untied bow of purple ribbon.

The King immediately became excited by the beauty and creative style
exhibitted by his new slave — so much so that he was distracted before
recognizing the family heritage pattern (the beadwork in the rope which
his Harem-master brought to him just before he entered the room). The
King grinned at the sight of the newest addition to his harem, although
Alicia couldn't see it. He ordered her to raise her bound hand above her
head, put her right hand on her hip, and slowly turn clockwise so that
he could enjoy the view of her body from all sides. He couldn't resist
adding "I'll see it from all angles later." She did as he instructed —
unsure whether he was pleased by her appearance or not. For some reason
she desperately wanted him to be pleased with her.

When the King told her to stop turning and walk toward his voice she was
overjoyed at his apparent satisfaction with his newest acquisition.
Alisha stumbled at the end of her rope, but quickly regained her
balance. He approached her instead, then asked her which she thought
would give him greater pleasure: kissing her breasts or kissing her
womanhood? He knew both would make his swell penetrate her womanhood
soon enough, and didn't wait for her answer as he reached for her
womanhood with his hand. Feeling the moisture flowing out of her made
his dick immediately harder. He didn't understand how it happened so
soon, but he was already very excited; this wench could turn him on so
much faster than the others ever had. He decided to set aside a
throrough exploration of his new slave's body until later and instead
ordered her to undress him.

Alisha reached out toward his voice and touched his shoulder. She
removed his jacket while kissing his neck. The King moaned softly; he
wondered how she was so good at exciting a Man, and yet still a
virgin... Nervously she reached to remove his belt, but this time he had
a surprise for her. As she slowly pulled the belt from his waist, he
suddenly reached out and took firm hold of her hand, then looped the
belt around her wrist. She was startled by his sudden attack and
wondered what she had done wrong. He walked toward the bed with her in
front of him, slightly pushing her in his rush to reach it. He attached
the end of the belt to a hook on a bedpost. It was when he told her he
would release her left hand for her to use so he could judge if she was
as good with her left hand as with her right, that she learned she
hadn't done poorly, but was impressing him. His harsh abruptness stemmed
from his eagerness, not disgust. Indeed, the thought of having acquired
such a talented slave was beginning to overwhelm him. He had never
before abandoned his stately court-manners to be consumed by the fire
within him so quickly. He rapidly fumbled with the lock on her
wristcuffs to free her left hand to continue his thrilling torment.

After her being chained all night long, it felt odd to suddenly use her
left hand again. It gave her difficulty in undoing the buttons on his
shirt, but somehow she managed to get the first one undone even with her
tingling hand. Removing his shirt was much slower than removing his
jacket, but while the King was obviously eager for her to finish, he
didn't help. Instead he did nothing but react to her actions, moaning
softly and beginning to thrust his hips forward as she lowered her hand
to his pants.

The waistband was a drawstring and she quickly opened it by holding one
string in her teeth while pulling the other one with her hand. She had
kissed his chest with each button she'd opened, but now he told her he
wanted her to save the kiss from the waistband to use it a little lower.
Her disgust began to surface, but she quickly pushed it aside and tried
to think only of doing her best to ease her new life. The King wiggled
out of his pants as she began to pull them down. Having never seen a
nude man, she was surprised when they seemed caught just below the
waist. When she reached down to release them she felt a hard extension
of the King's body holding them there. As she lightly brushed it to
remove the pants, he thrust his hips forward so that her hand touched
the length of him. He then began to move against her hand and ordered
her to kiss him. As her lips sought to bring a tentative kiss to the tip
of his dick, he pulled back and as she leaned further toward him he
jerked forward so that she found her mouth full of him. Keeping most of
his length in her mouth he swayed his hips in and out. He continued to
grow harder and larger until she thought she could no longer stand it.
Then he pulled out of her mouth and shoved her upon the bed.

She didn't understand what was happening as he ripped the yellow scarf
away from her breasts and brought his lips to her body for the first
time. As he pulled the nipple chain off she felt a sharp twinge of pain.
But then, the feeling immediately began to change as he suckled her
nipples. He licked and sucked one breast while rubbing, pinching, and
pulling the other's nipple. Her body was overwhelmed with new sensations
and she too began to moan softly. Hearing this he knew he could now
enter her without causing any injury. He continued to use his mouth and
hand upon her breasts, but reached his other hand down and spread her
legs wide. He moved so that his torso was between her legs and came down
on her. She recognized the feelings she had felt earlier when the
Harem-master had touched her womanhood as they returned and intensified,
noticing that it felt even better to have the King's large, firm dick
pressing along the length of her rose-petal exterior. The King could
wait no longer and decided to enter her. When he pulled back slightly,
she immediately missed the feeling of him against her and reached her
hips toward him. Then, she screamed.

He had entered into her and the pain was overwhelming. But the pain
quickly began to pass and she thrust toward him just as fully as he
thrust deep inside of her. As she felt what love-making was like she was
glad she had pleased him earlier instead of arguing and defying him. Her
body began to quiver as she too began to moan; but her moans were not
soft, they were loud — very loud. Surely the whole palace could hear
her, but suddenly she didn't care. If this is what it meant to service
the king, she was glad to be here. Her own body felt an enormous wave of
pleasure and she squealed with an overwhelming joy. As the King
experienced the sound, sight, scent, and feeling of her climax, he was
brought to the edge of his own. It was grander than most he had
experienced. To witness the birth of a new slave and to see her enjoy it
so much overwhelmed him. She had pleased both her Master herself. The
thought of how lucky he was to possess her was his final thought before
his own clilmax took over...

The King soon took pity upon his slave and as reward for her excellent
service today and he decided it was time to explore every inch of her
body, inside and out. He wanted to see just how strongly she reacted
when she became very excited. He removed her bondage so that they would
have freer movement. Then he gently kissed her on her eyes, then her
nose, her earlobes, and finally her lips. She was beginning to sigh her
approval and seek more. He teased her with a deep kiss, then kissed her
more gently once again. This time as he touched her breasts, he only
used a feather-light touch. The act made him smile as he decided to use
a real feather on her skin.

He went to the chest of drawers and picked out just the right one — firm
enough to reach wherever he wanted it to, yet soft enough for just the
barest sensation of a caress. He returned to Alisha and began to explore
her body with the gentlest of touches. He brought the feather down along
her cheeks, along her neck, and around each breast in turn. She murmered
and pushed her chest forward. Then he delicately kissed each of her
nipples while lightly brushing the feather over her other one. It might
seem she was getting all the pleasure this time, but actually the King
was having quite a bit of fun himself (besides, he also knew that the
longer he made her wait for his manhood, the better the climax could be
for both of them).

Soon the King felt he had teased her breasts enough for now, and asked
her to roll over. She immediately responded and didn't even think before
complying as if his request had been an order. Good, he thought, she
will quickly become truly mine. But for now he wanted her to enjoy this
as much as he did. He placed some massage oil on his hands, rubbed them
together to warm it, and began kneading the muscles of her back,
shoulders, and arms. As she relaxed she felt as if she were dreaming.
Could this really be what this life held in store for her? It was
nothing like she had expected and she was truly enjoying all of it. The
King rolled her over once again and as he removed her blindfold she
realized it could not be a dream. She had never dreamt of such a
handsome face as this one which now looked down upon her with a gentle,
yet sensual, smile. And the smile spread not only along his upturned
lips, but also to his pink cheeks and sparkling blue eyes. His dark,
wavy hair was out-of-place with his fair complexion and eyes, but made
him even more uniquely handsome.

He continued to massage her body and with her new position was able to
rub her breasts, abdomen, and legs. Alisha's senses were screaming
inside her head, but outwardly all that was audible were soft sighs and
moans. He enjoyed her breasts, holding their swell in his hand, gently
squeezing and rubbing. For right now he ignored her nipples, he knew the
hard feel of them in his hands or mouth would make him abandon what he
was doing to plunge within her and cum again. Instead he caressed the
smooth skin of her stomach and hips and barely brushed her womanhood as
he continued down her legs.

After reaching her toes and taking a few minutes to massage even them he
began to move upward again. However, this time when he kneaded her
thighs, be bent down and kissed her womanhood. It was a lingering kiss,
but ended as soon as she lifted toward him. He still wanted to tease her
until she was eager enough to beg him to enter her, and then perhaps a
little longer. He caressed her buttocks then brought his hands up to the
small of her back, around to the front again, and downward once again
over her hips. Immediately she again lifted her womanhood toward him. He
chuckled, but didn't touch it yet. When he reached her knees he moved
his hands from the tops of her thighs to the inside and firmly ran them
back up to her center. Briefly he touched her clit — just a soft,
questioning touch — then moved away again. While caressing her thighs he
pushed her legs further apart until he could clearly see the whole of
her womanhood... it's moist, soft, rose-petal skin... her throbbing,
swollen clit... and her cunt into which he was eager to enter...

This time when he lifted away his left hand, he moved out from between
her legs to lie beside her. His right hand, still on her inner thigh,
now moved slowly upward, turning to greet her womanhood spread there
before him. The heel of his palm pressed firmly against her clit and she
responded with a moan as she tilted her hips and opened her legs as wide
as she could.

He would continue his tactile exploration of her body, but now from the
inside as he reached a finger toward her dripping wet opening. Keeping
the heel of his palm on her clit he rubbed his fingertip back and forth
over her cunt, simultaneously swaying his palm where it rested on her
clit. She quivered, and spread her legs even further. Then he rubbed his
fingertip along the opening and began to reach in. The palm of his hand
moved off her clit only to be replaced by his forearm as he thrust his
finger inside her. As he moved around inside, his breathing changed
pace, becaming quicker and shallower, as had hers when he began to touch
her womanhood. When he felt she was reaching a plateau she couldn't
progress from, he slowly placed a different finger inside and after it
was also wet, plunged both fingers into her cunt.

Now Alisha began rocking her hips and moaning in a regular rhythm. He
thrust his fingers in and out until he could stand it no longer and
climbed atop her. His dick was now so large and hard that it was easily
the width of 4 fingers. Yet, Alisha had become so aroused that she
begged him to plunge deeper... faster... harder... As they both thrust
in unison, his hands moved over her sweat-covered torso, gripping her
breasts. He told her to hug him tight and rode her deeper and harder
than he had ever fucked any woman. They came in unison with a series of
loud grunts and moans as their whole bodies were overwhelmed by the
power their lovemaking had released...

When they awoke the next morning they made love once more. When the King
prepared to leave her room, he leaned down and kissed her goodbye even
while again teasing her womanhood with his hand. It was evident to both
the King and Alisha that her will to leave had begun to break; but since
the King hadn't acknowledged it, Alisha thought it was her secret alone.
What she alone did know was that her will to escape wasn't just
beginning to break, but was already totally gone: she would serve her
year with honor and gratitude for the world the King had opened up to
her last night.



Author's Note:
Although Alisha does not consent to all the things which happen to her,
please remember this is a fictional fantasy. Real-life BDSM must always
be safe and consensual. If you choose to act out any BDSM scene, be sure
you trust your partner, have a safe-word, and properly use safe bondage.
(And of course other safe-sex guidelines apply... Condoms are not the
only devices necessary for safe-BDSM-sex! Invest in a good guidebook
which includes safety information such as Sensuous Magic by Pat Califfa
if you are interested in practicing BDSM)


Copyright 1997 by j-tied. Additions or Modifications are not permitted
without j-tied's written approval.

*Permission for copying, printing, storing, or other potential
distribution of this story should be sought via email addressed to
j-tied and sent to: j-tied.not@innocent.com


Again, the website's address is
http://www.teleport.com/~starchrt/warp2/index.htm
and additional chapters of "Tribute" will be posted there only (unless
someone emails me and tells me how to copy long chapters to a Netscape
message window without having to completely edit it to appear properly).

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