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On a remote island in the Pacific South Seas, the sun beating down on the 5 naked and sweating slaves chained together was actually nothing compared to the slaves carrying a luxurious curtained litter just ahead of them with four spoiled Oriental High Priestesses. While sitting back lazily in comfort and ease on heaps of overstuffed cushions and pillows with their legs crossed, they were not concerned about the sweating slaves struggling under their weight or of the 5 slaves following them in chains. Several other male slaves carried large fans over the litter to keep the pampered Priestesses continuously shaded from the hot sun until their return to the Palace where male slaves would attend to their every whim. A table in the center of the litter held cold drinks and food.

The reason for leaving the Palace today was to check on the progress of male slaves working in the salt mines, stone quarries, grain mills, and work farms. Another was to inspect and choose 5 well built and well hung beasts of burden to be trained as harem slaves for the various sexual pleasures of the demanding High Priestesses. Their training will take months in the Orgasm Denial Training Chamber under the supervision of several very strict Oriental females known as Governesses, who have been schooled in teaching the art of orgasm denial and sensuous pleasures of the flesh. In the Chamber, the slaves are spread-eagled and strapped down on specially designed tables and trained by trial and error to hold an erection as long as possible without having an orgasm. The Governesses use various implements such as switches, riding crops, feathers, and oils, to stroke, tease, and torment the slave’s huge erections continuously until his swollen cock and balls are just about ready to burst. If allowed to, that is. But at precisely the right moment, the stroking and teasing cruelly ceases leaving the slave helplessly pulling at his restraints and forcing himself not to cum for fear of a severe whipping. After a while the stroking and teasing will begin again. The slaves are in for hours of torture, torment, and denial, with the Governesses taking turns administering and enjoying the slave’s suffering. If a slave dares to lose control with an orgasm, he is severely punished by being hung spread-eagle by his wrists and ankles and beaten with a whip by two Governesses. More »

Upon the arrival of 50 newly acquired well built and well hung male slaves that will serve the Oriental High Priestesses on the Island of Sodom, one of the ten High Priestesses appointed as Council to the Chief High Priestess, inspects the lot of beasts as to where they will best serve the Priestesses. The other nine High Priestesses that have been appointed as Council to the Chief High Priestess will join her shortly to assist in sorting out and deciding where the slaves will be sent to toil as beasts of burden.

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Simon blushed and averted his eyes as he sensed her staring quizzically at him again. They were attending the last of Dr Susan Weba’s select lectures on advanced sexual practices.

Katrina was there to hear what Dr Weba could add to her already very extensive knowledge of practices such as extreme arousal, mental control and enslavement, orgasm denial, and the interplay of pleasure and pain. She came originally from East Europe and was stunningly good looking, with long dark brown hair, a gorgeous figure and alluringly beautiful voice which had just that tinge of an accent which gave her a touch of the exotic.

During her doctorate studies she had met and become intimate friends with fellow students Tiki from the Far East and Helena from Sweden. All three shared a passion for teasing, dominating and controlling men. It was altogether natural when they received their higher degrees for them to found an exclusive clinic for the in-depth treatment of men who had, shall we say, special issues when relating to the opposite sex. It would be highly lucrative, extremely enjoyable and provide an invaluable service to their willing clients.

She had quickly seen that Simon, the son of Lord Marchant, was intensely shy and inhibited with women and this had led him to concentrate on an academic career in theoretical psychology research. She was attracted by his strong, athletic body, his retiring nature and not least by his wealth all of which made him a natural target for her designs.

At the end of the lecture, Simon was mortified when Katrina approached him,

“You seemed very interested in these subjects Simon!”

“Eh, eh, yes,” he said stammering uncontrolably, “ I, I, I thought it is an area I would like to do academic research into and I wanted some references to look up”, he stuttered trying to look away.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed, I understand you very well and I admire your work. I’m not nearly so academic and clever I’m afraid. Reading is all very well but I find it difficult to know and appreciate what it is really like unless I get some practical experience, until I have done some actual experiments, like we used to do in the lab, don’t you agree?”

Skillfully she started to break the ice from a professional standpoint and they agreed to meet up in a quiet wine bar in West London in the evening to talk further…….

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She was wearing a bewitching black shift dress, her long hair flowed softly over her shoulders and she looked drop-dead gorgeous. He still couldn’t believe that this was real; him sitting and talking with such an exquisite girl; but with her special empathy and understanding she quickly put him at ease. Before long he was opening up and sharing deep thoughts and fantasies which he had never done with anyone before. It just came pouring out and she learned all about his experiences, or rather lack of them, to date.. She flattered him and encouraged him and moved the conversation on to ways in which she could “help” him
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