In the years prior to knowing me Nora had fancied herself as a queen. Others, behind her back, thought Bitch Queen.

She is intelligent, attractive, with a marvelous voluptuous body. But she had a haughty, imperious, I-am-superior-to-you attitude that annoyed many people and absolutely infuriated others. I understood perfectly why she did not have a steady man, had never been married, or a man that would even stay around more than three or four hours at a time.

I am telling you this now so that you have an understanding of how I and my now Nina, described in the previous chapters, came to exist. Over the past few years I had seen her here and there around town but really had no interest in such a bitch with that kind of attitude. I knew through friends that her opinion of me was that I was a spare man of curious temperament, a hedonist, a true male chauvinist, stubborn, opinionated and willful. I was the type she usually detested. She was correct on most soft placeumptions but I did have a side of me that I seldom showed. One evening at an early small gathering a friend of hers, Mae, had made formal introductions and I reluctantly and politely chatted with them. During the conversation Mae said that she was supposed to go to the symphony that night with Nora but something had come up and asked if I would please take her ticket and go with Nora.

I have known and respected Mae for many years and really did not want to tell her no, so I accepted. That evening after the concert I offered her a drink and she accepted.

We went and had a few drinks and a light late night supper and I drove her to her house and at the front door, made a pass at her. Why I dont really know, but I did. I guess the thought of physical involvement with me, though perhaps not repulsive, was certainly far from her mind.

She responded by giving me a stinging slap in the face and then what happened was not what she expected at all. I grabbed and twisted her arm and turned her away from me and using a hard bare hand, slapped her fiercely across the rump. She reacted immediately and then when I slapped her fanny hard again and again.

She gasped aloud and all thought of resistance was surprisingly was gone. I recognized her reaction exactly for what it was, a complete submission, and I led her into the house, without a word coming out of her mouth, and then to her bedroom. I stripped her completely bare, without any opposition from her, turned her across my knees, and spanked her further and harder. As her buttocks turned a bright pink and when the initial crying subsided, moans were coming from her throat. I put her nude on her bed, removed my clothes and without further delay took her in strange positions and in, to her, strange ways, vanquishing her haughty, imperious, I-am-superior-to-you attitude completely. The number of orgasms were numerous and she was satisfied sexually more than she had been satisfied for years. I had completely removed the veneer layer from her, made her feel like a true love slave, ready, and anxious to please my every whim.

I left no doubt that she now has a Master, one who owns her, will love, protect, and provide for her, and will train her in the image that I find desirable. I will spank her when I please, perhaps in the privacy of herour bedroom and perhaps elsewhere, with others watching.

Now these spankings are not severe beatings only firm spankings applied with a bare hand or a leather strop to her naked bottom. They paint her rear end a bright pink, leaving her heaving and gasping, and incredibly excited, looking only for ways to please me even more.

And I promise her nothing more than regular, almost constant excitement, wild new adventures, exciting new friends, and orgasm, orgasm, orgasm!!!! So she has found a Master, a strong man on whom all her almost juvenile feminine wiles of the past are useless, a man who has captured her, has spanked her thoroughly and often and made her love him for it, conquered her totally, used her sexually in every conceivable way, kept her constantly aroused and is now putting her through her paces, a series of varied sexual adventures, all embarrassing to her, but marvelously, deliciously dangerous and exciting at the same time. The Bitch Queen has become a willing sex slave to a highly imaginative Master, and never has she felt herself so much a woman as now. The next morning she begged for me to make her home mine. I set the conditions and did. There was one important part of my mental make-up not disclosed to her.

For that she will have to further earn my trust and prove herself. For the past year and a half she and her friend, Mae, have been taking belly dancing lessons at first with a group of woman at the local YWCA.

Nora asked me for, and I consented, permission to continue these lessons with Mae. At the end of that series, privately from an older, very experienced belly dancer, inelegant, exotic lady of Turkish extraction who had learned this dance in the old country as a girl.

This older woman, now about 60, is an incredible specimen. She is slim, lithe, with a marvelous body and more energetic than women half her age. She has continued the lessons with Nora and Mae, and has taught them things that the YWCA classes did not much more advanced things, and especially she has taught them about the sexuality of the dance. Nora and Mae now believe and understand that belly dancing is inherently erotic, that it is meant to excite both the dancer and the watchers, and that it is senseless and practically impossible for the dancer not to have sex after she is through dancing. If I am not available, then masturbation is expected and encouraged. She believes that belly dancing without orgasm following is absolute nonsense. Nora has been delighted with the lessons they are real fun, marvelous exercise, and they give her the most erotic feelings imaginable. When she began her lessons, prior to having me as her Master, she thought that they might put some excitement in her otherwise hum-drum existence. Well, she thought, they, along with her Master, certainly have done that. Consider the basic movement in the belly dance the thrusting forward and backwards of the pelvis is an almost perfect parody of the female movements in sexual intercourse. Consider the source, too. Belly dancing was first done in the Harems of the Sultans in the Ottoman Empire, and the dancers were always harem slaves, selected for having the perfect, voluptuous figure that the dance demands full breasts, firm, shapely legs and thighs, and a delicious, magnificent bottom. Nora and Mae's figures match this description exactly. And further, the slave is a Houri, a nubile female whose whole purpose is pleasing her Master however he might wish to be pleased. It is her responsibility to excite him, almost beyond control, so that he will then take her, manfully, forcefully. During the early lessons at the YWCA, the students dressed in sweatpants and shirts and tennis shoes, a rag pack looking group, not in the least exciting in appearance.

After the YWCA phase, the teacher suggested that Nora and Mae buy the appropriate costumes, the diaphanous, filmy materials, designed to show more than they hide, so that beautiful breasts are apparent, nipples are protuberant and obvious, and thighs and bottoms excitingly displayed as much as they are hid.

One Saturday afternoon, the girls made an excursion to Greek Town to an obscure shop, and bought the costumes. Later in the week they met, each to see how the other looked dressed. Nora looked very attractive, but Mae was absolutely gorgeous. Her pitch black hair, intense brown eyes, full shapely mouth, and dark coloring gave her an Italian look, almost like Sophia Loren.

She was sex personified in this costume, her gorgeous body almost completely revealed and still hidden slightly. She looked the perfect Houri, the beautiful, nubile, voluptuous maiden that Moslems think await them in Paradise, trained to excite and to give perfect, exotic, never-ending sex in ways almost beyond the comprehension of mortal man.

Nora put on a tape, and they danced, first together, and then, one for the other, obviously both very excited. Mae approached the end of her dance, and in Harem manner, began to remove the few articles of clothing she wore. First the pantaloons came off so she was dancing in her vest and underpants. Nora removed her own pantaloons.

Mae unbuttoned the vest, showing Nora her gorgeous breasts for the first time, utterly delicious looking love apples, high and full and firm, with chocolate brown aureoles and nipples, fully erect, almost demanding to be kissed. Nora stared, transfixed. Mae danced closer, took down her underpants, wiggled free of them and danced, her legs spread, her pelvis wiggling, her black pubic triangle in front of Nora's eyes. She turned, her gorgeous bare bottom weaving, the cute rosette now and then visible as the cheeks parted, almost beckoning to Nora to come forward and kiss it. Nora stared, absolutely entranced, unable to take her glance away from the heavenly sight of Mae, now turned again towards her, her legs slightly spread, her unbelievable femininity clearly visible, juicy, and lovable, as it moved forward and back, offering itself for her kisses. Nora pulled off her few items of clothes and knelt before this dancing nymph and moved forward, her face now between the dancers legs. And for the first time, she kissed that glorious cunt. Her tongue found the erect personal place.

She massaged it wetly. Now the two nude girls stand, the dancing stopped though the music goes on. They kiss deeply and wildly. In an instant they are on the couch, in a position of 69, each feasting on the sopping, squishy and delicious private part of the other. Both have found the only logical, the only possible end of a true Harem belly dance when no man is present. And now, much later, after Nora was captured, her new Master has decided that Nora will do a public performance of the belly dance, before a small audience, in his own home. The guests have finished dinner and are relaxed, and Nora has gone to don her costume. She will be wearing a semi-transparent vest, deeply cut to show her cleavage, and through which her nipples are easily visible. She is wearing the dancers pantaloons, again of a diaphanous material through which can be seen her panties, again almost transparent, and through which can be seen the shadow of her pubic triangle and the delightful cleavage of her behind. She is wearing a boxful of junk jewelry, soft placeorted baubles and bangles of glass, in bright colors.

She has on bright, vivid makeup, and a heavy squirt of perfume in strategic places. The perfume itself is a special type, with a very sweet, aromatic scent.

It is potent when she is still, but later when her wild movements have caused her body to heat up, the perfume vaporizes further and the air takes on an exciting, erotic aroma, almost like incense.

This arouses her, and she knows that it excites the audience.

There will not be a flaccid length in the room later on. She hears the music begin, a tape of Turkish music, exotic and slow and exciting, music one can almost taste as well as hear. She dances in, her body throbbing in time with the music, her sexuality obvious, and her excitement clearly showing and desiring to please her Master in front of their guests. Those present applaud, enjoying the private show.

Very soon, the tempo changes, the beat picks up and the pace of her movements change. Quickly her Master signals her. Her pantaloons are removed. She dances now, bare legged, her scrumptious bottom in constant motion, more excited now and more exciting now than before.

The Master signals again.

Her vest flutters down.

She now stands bare breasted before the audience, her nipples erect, her excitement growing. Will her panties come off, next? Of course they do. Now she is nude, continuing the motions, the parody. She knows what to expect next. When the dance is done before a private audience in the Harem, it concludes with the nude dancer being given for the night to one or more of the guests.

Sometimes the person selected will take her, then and there, with the others watching, cheering him on.

She will already be fully excited. No foreplay is necessary. The male selected may or may not need further stimulation. If so, Nora is fully trained, and will use her body in anyway to excite him, to prepare him to take her.

And when he takes her, he will take her however he pleases, in any orifice, in anyway. Will it excite him to spank her naked bottom with a strop or a cane? Then he will do so, without opposition from the Master or any other person there. He is the chosen guest and has been given the use of the dancer, and uses her he will, and as he pleases. This night, the audience is composed of the Master, three other men and a woman. Nora dances on, now turning her back to the audience, bending far forward, and slightly spreading her legs. Her marvelous buttocks are only a foot away from those watching, her squishy femininity fully in sight, her pelvis wiggling and wobbling, and the rosebud of her warmth almost winking at those watching. As she is bent forward, her body so intimately exposed to those who watch, her own feelings are of gigantic excitement.

She knows that soon her Master will give her for the night to one or another of the guests, perhaps one of the men, or perhaps to the woman, and she knows that she will do her part to please this person.

She is playing out the part of the harem slave, and it is as much as her life would be worth to displease the Sultan if she really was a slave. And in a sense she is. Since she has come under the control of her Master, she has been getting regular punishment, which she loves and hates at the same time. There is no question that it is truly painful to be turned over, rump-up and stropped thoroughly with that leather. But at the same time, she adores the wild sexuality that she feels as her Master uses her in strange ways and gives her body for use by his friends. Yes, in a sense I have converted her from a bitch lady to my whore, but never has she felt as attached to or as involved with any man. Yes, he totally is boss and she would not willingly have him any other way.

And she absolutely revels in the joy she feels as her Master shows off her beautiful body to strangers and willingly shares her most intimate charms with others. She dances on, her nude body writhing and turning. At times her back is turned to the audience, and they then are treated to the sight of the muscles working in her beautiful thighs and soft place, a particular delight in the eyes of her Master and exciting absolutely to any man.

Perhaps whomever gets her tonight will want her that way, she thinks, and gives a special, exciting plunge that exhibits that particular delight to the audience, signifying perhaps that there is orgasmic joy to be had right here for a strong man. And who will the winner be, the one selected to conquer her, perhaps right there in full view of all, on that pile of cushions? Maybe it will be the woman this time.

She is attractive enough, about 40, shapely, quite well dressed, with a good, slim figure. Nora dances a little bit, just for her, and this is immediately obvious to all.

Yes, that one might just spread her thighs and Nora would kneel between them cheerfully, gladly looking into and then kissing and worshiping her delicious femininity. Perhaps it will be one of the men. One, seated in the center, attracts her especially. He is tall and sturdy, perhaps 50, salt and pepper grey in his hair, and a strong, powerful look and obviously very excited. Now, she dances especially for him, facing him, her thighs parted, her curly dark blonde triangle in full view, and as she moves back and forth, her vulva opens and closes slightly, her pink personal place now erect and peeping out at him.

The perfume is now at its fullest effect and the sight of her nude body, obviously totally aroused, fully ready to be conquered, and has all of the audience incredibly excited.

They now want the dance to end and to see Nora take up another challenge the total satisfaction of another person. The Master designates an individual who wins tonight's prize. As she had hoped, it is the stocky man with grey in his hair. He seizes her immediately, his hands rubbing across her back and down over her bottom, and as he grasps each cheek of her rump in a huge hand and squeezes, he kisses her, a long, wet kiss, his tongue plunging deep in her mouth.

And of course she responds to his kiss, offering her hot tongue in a kind of duel, her nipples rubbing against his shirt. They are in full view of the others, but she does not care at all who watches, in her mind she is a fully stimulated slave girl who will do her utmost, her absolute utmost to satisfy this man, the man designated as her lover for tonight by her Master. He bends slightly forward, taking a nipple between his lips and gives it a hard, sucking kiss, almost too hard for her comfort, but still tremendously stimulating. He stands and his trousers immediately drop to expose a monstrous erection, standing straight out, all but pointing at her.

Nora drops to her knees as her Master has taught her to do. She greets this appendage with a large, wet kiss, massaging the head with her slippery tongue. The dance has done what it always does for her left her feeling almost orgasmic. Now she wants to pay homage to this lovely huge length, to make it even more ready so that it will invade her body, give her spectacular pleasure and then squirt its full tribute into her. And she will willingly do as she has been taught, she will relax totally, no matter where this monstrous length is put, and then participate in the pleasure whole-heartedly, giving as much as she can, and cummmming with her new lover, cummmming for him again and again until he has had enough.

He takes her to the pile of cushions, and removes the rest of his clothing so that he, like she, is nude. She wonders if this new lover will want to spank her first, there is Master's leather strop, hanging on a hook on the wall. Will he want to use this on her, to demonstrate his total control? He does not. She drops back on the cushions, thighs spread, ready to be pleasured by him. He kneels before her, first giving her delicious, wet softness a deep tonguing kiss. She responds wildly, raising her bottom up to meet him, throwing her legs up and back so they rest on his shoulders. He raises his head, thrusts a finger into her oily, juicy nest, withdraws that finger and searches for and finds another orifice for it, thrusting it deep into her bottom. She gasps. She knows that he will very quickly make her cum for the first time this evening, that she had practically been there a number of times during the dance, but not quite, but this oral stimulation and anal stimulation she cannot resist. But not yet. He moves his body forward so that his rigid length is at her outer portals. She will get, will need, no further foreplay. Slowly, deeply, thickly, forcefully his rigid rod enters until it's entire depth is planted in her. He strokes back and then forward again, totally in control, setting the pace that pleases him best.

And suddenly she throws her arms around his neck and says for all to hear, "ooooooh, ooooooh I'm cummmmmmminnnng!!!! Her new lover smiles, his macho feelings excited, he has conquered this delicious bitch. He has caught her, played her, and made her surrender her orgasm to him. But he is by no means through.

He continues the slow pace.

Though she has just cum, her arousal has really not diminished at all. Her new lover is playing her masterfully, slow, deep powerful strokes, his finger still imbedded in her warmth, keeping time with the strokes of his length. Never has she enjoyed intercourse so much as this instant, but at the moment she thinks how terrible it is to do this with people watching, how embarrassing, how awful, how dangerous, how absolutely delicious. And her thought goes to her Master, who has orchestrated this whole event, you might say choreographed it, and she loves him for understanding her so well, for analyzing her needs for sensation and humiliation and having them satisfied. Her head turns, she sees the audience watching, transfixed. The woman is obviously aroused, her legs now spread, her crotch pointed towards Nora, though she has her panty-hose on.

They make eye contact. The woman makes the sign of a kiss to Nora, and Nora makes the response, her tongue emerging and making a toying motion. Nora knows, just absolutely knows, that when the others leave, that lady will remain, those panty hose will come off, and Nora will be treated to a closer sight of those female delights and that Nora's Master will give her to a second lover tonight, probably taking the woman himself, and with this thought, her body shakes and quivers as she goes through the throes of a second orgasm. End of Chapter 4