The Harem by Paul Preston Page A

in this, Cynthia. I knew you would when I picked it out for you.”
    “It’s very lovely. Thank you, Master Jeremy.”
    “I look at you and I just want to tie you to this bed and keep you captive here forever. Would you like me to keep you tied up in this room to have my way with you whenever I want, Harem girl?”
    When I heard his words, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I looked down, my fingers trembling slightly.
    “Look me in the eyes when you address me, slave girl.”
    I looked up directly into his piercing eyes.
    “Yes, Master Jeremy…”
    Oh my God, I thought. It’s not a game. I am his slave girl. For real. I looked at him, not as Cynthia, the recently dumped overweight English teacher, but as his alluring, sexually attractive Harem girl, with no body image issues whatsoever.
    “I want nothing more than to be kept in your bed as your obedient slave, Master…”
    “Good. Later tonight, I promise to tie you up a little tighter, when we have more time. I like your cute sexy body, Cynthia and I might decide to keep you tied up to my bed all weekend and never let you go. I don’t think you yet realized how dangerously sexy you are, and the power you could wield over a man… Come, slave.”
    He escorted me to a living room area and placed me on a couch, where I’m currently writing this journal entry. He told me to drink a full glass of cold water to prevent dehydration, which I did. He kissed me and left the room.
    So that’s how I became a Harem girl. I could feel my identity shift as I willingly took on the role and identity of this other person I had inside me, a sex slave in the Harem of Master Jeremy.
    Now you may still think I’m just a pitiful fat deluded cow with a personality disorder, but I don’t care. What just happened with Master Jeremy was by far the hottest sexual moment of my life. He made love to me when I was at my heaviest and looked my worst, when I thought I’d never have sex ever again.
    It’s funny. Even though I’ve practically eaten nothing all day, I’m not hungry at all right now. It’s amazing. For the first time in my life, I’m not having these irresistible cravings for food. My food addiction has been replaced by another addiction. Later tonight, if it is his will, a Harem girl named slave Cynthia will be commanded to kneel before Master Jeremy and swallow him. Whole…

Chapter Seven
    Jeremy
    It was the sexiest night of my life.
    Rather than being fixated on one woman, constantly worrying if she’s becoming bored with me, if she still loves me, if she’s still sexually attracted to me, I now am in love with three women at once and feel… empowered. I’ve brought each woman to a moaning orgasm twice in three separate sessions. You do the math. Why didn’t I think of this Harem idea a long time ago? If I did, perhaps I never would’ve had the displeasure of seeing my lovely ex-wife Debbie being speared for the advancement of art. Well, live and learn. Perhaps now I can start to let go of the collapse of my marriage to Debbie.
    OMG. Sapphire and her nipple rings, Eve and her open-crotched panties, Cynthia and her lively bouncing breasts. I realize how lucky I am. After I dropped off Evelyn and right before I was about to leave the living room to meet a potential new member who had just arrived, I saw for the first time the core group of my Harem gathered together. Both Sapphire and Cynthia looked up at me and smiled, busy writing in their journals. Sweet, spiritual Eve noticed she had forgotten to cover her breasts and demurely put her shoulder straps and top back on. I wish I could’ve stayed to admire my three goddesses longer, but duty called.
    I met the new girl in the library, but didn’t recognize her. She said her name was Phyllis and she had been referred to my home by a friend of a friend. She was wasted. Billingsley had gotten her a glass of wine, which was like pouring gasoline on a burning building. Sometimes I wonder about Alfred, and