feel him use her this way, feeling a need to please the man who made her look like her Master’s other slaves. Even though she had yet to see the results.
In separate rooms Jada and Jadwa underwent similar treatment, both of them feeling the significance of what was happening. By the end of the third day all three slaves were mentally fortified for the next step, ready to see how they now looked like true harem slaves. All the time they spent in darkness, thinking about what would come next, had them eager and prepared to join this world in every respect.
Chapter 6: Serving the Sheik
Before Master Ichiro removed the final tattoo coverings, gag, and lenses from Samihah, she was first released from the table and fitted with a severe posture collar. Now she was sitting on the edge of the table with her wrists locked behind her back. The gag came out first, leaving her mouth feeling strange. Then he removed the lenses and it took several minutes for Samihah to clear her vision. When her eyes did focus she found herself staring at a smiling Master Ichiro.
He said, “Excellent, your decorations look splendid. But until the Sheik inspects and approves of them you are not permitted to see yourself. That is why you wear the collar, to eliminate the ability to see your newly colored nipples.” Then he slipped another simple blindfold over her eyes before saying, “This will help you even more while you are fed and then bathed for our Master.”
“Thank you Master,” Samihah replied, now feeling very hungry. For three days her only nourishment was liquid, fed through a small tube through her gag. When ordered to follow her slave attendant, who had leashed her collar, Samihah slipped off the table and stumbled behind her with her legs feeling like rubber. They did not walk far, only through a door into an adjacent room where the smell of food assailed Samihah’s nostrils.
Her attendant steered her to a small stool beside a table where a bowl of stew waited, still hot with the aroma making Samihah’s stomach do flip-flops. The slave knelt beside Samihah and started to spoon the meal into her mouth. The near starved slave gratefully took every spoonful offered, her gnawing hunger slowly dissipating from the first solid food she had eaten in days. By the time the bowl was empty Samihah felt her strength returning and her eagerness to see her new Master again dominating her thoughts.
Then it was off to a bathroom where the Asian slave bathed her. Her collar and cuffs were removed, but the blindfold remained on until it was time to wash her hair. She was ordered to recline at one end of the tub where the lip was recessed to cradle the back of her neck. When the blindfold was removed all she could see was the ceiling, while the young slave washed her hair several times, until it was silky and smooth to her touch. She remained that way when the slave started to dry and fix her hair, making sure Samihah would not look down and see her colored nipples. But Samihah did not care, luxuriating in the heated water of the tub allowing her aching muscles to start relaxing.
When Samihah’s hair was dry, brushed out, and braided into a simple ponytail, the slave covered her eyes with the blindfold again. She was ordered to stand and step from the tub where the slave took a towel and dried her thoroughly. Samihah felt totally relaxed and infused with energy, even more eager to be taken to her Master. The desire to see her new appearance and the hope that it would please Sheik Omar kept her senses highly attuned and ready.
But then she felt the slave’s hands on her breasts, kneading her ample flesh as they inched toward her nipples. When they reached her buds she gasped, as they no longer hurt, but felt far more sensitive than they had before Master Ichiro tattooed them. The slave worked the nubs until they engorged and stiffened, standing at attention atop her heaving breasts. Samihah’s breath quickened and her sex
In separate rooms Jada and Jadwa underwent similar treatment, both of them feeling the significance of what was happening. By the end of the third day all three slaves were mentally fortified for the next step, ready to see how they now looked like true harem slaves. All the time they spent in darkness, thinking about what would come next, had them eager and prepared to join this world in every respect.
Chapter 6: Serving the Sheik
Before Master Ichiro removed the final tattoo coverings, gag, and lenses from Samihah, she was first released from the table and fitted with a severe posture collar. Now she was sitting on the edge of the table with her wrists locked behind her back. The gag came out first, leaving her mouth feeling strange. Then he removed the lenses and it took several minutes for Samihah to clear her vision. When her eyes did focus she found herself staring at a smiling Master Ichiro.
He said, “Excellent, your decorations look splendid. But until the Sheik inspects and approves of them you are not permitted to see yourself. That is why you wear the collar, to eliminate the ability to see your newly colored nipples.” Then he slipped another simple blindfold over her eyes before saying, “This will help you even more while you are fed and then bathed for our Master.”
“Thank you Master,” Samihah replied, now feeling very hungry. For three days her only nourishment was liquid, fed through a small tube through her gag. When ordered to follow her slave attendant, who had leashed her collar, Samihah slipped off the table and stumbled behind her with her legs feeling like rubber. They did not walk far, only through a door into an adjacent room where the smell of food assailed Samihah’s nostrils.
Her attendant steered her to a small stool beside a table where a bowl of stew waited, still hot with the aroma making Samihah’s stomach do flip-flops. The slave knelt beside Samihah and started to spoon the meal into her mouth. The near starved slave gratefully took every spoonful offered, her gnawing hunger slowly dissipating from the first solid food she had eaten in days. By the time the bowl was empty Samihah felt her strength returning and her eagerness to see her new Master again dominating her thoughts.
Then it was off to a bathroom where the Asian slave bathed her. Her collar and cuffs were removed, but the blindfold remained on until it was time to wash her hair. She was ordered to recline at one end of the tub where the lip was recessed to cradle the back of her neck. When the blindfold was removed all she could see was the ceiling, while the young slave washed her hair several times, until it was silky and smooth to her touch. She remained that way when the slave started to dry and fix her hair, making sure Samihah would not look down and see her colored nipples. But Samihah did not care, luxuriating in the heated water of the tub allowing her aching muscles to start relaxing.
When Samihah’s hair was dry, brushed out, and braided into a simple ponytail, the slave covered her eyes with the blindfold again. She was ordered to stand and step from the tub where the slave took a towel and dried her thoroughly. Samihah felt totally relaxed and infused with energy, even more eager to be taken to her Master. The desire to see her new appearance and the hope that it would please Sheik Omar kept her senses highly attuned and ready.
But then she felt the slave’s hands on her breasts, kneading her ample flesh as they inched toward her nipples. When they reached her buds she gasped, as they no longer hurt, but felt far more sensitive than they had before Master Ichiro tattooed them. The slave worked the nubs until they engorged and stiffened, standing at attention atop her heaving breasts. Samihah’s breath quickened and her sex
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