It's called slavery.

sleeping in a room full of other women...
They brought me here a few days ago...
I don't know what's expected of me, they haven't given me any work, nor what to do. They only feed me, give me clean clothes to wear and tell me to wait...
I don't see the other women, only silhouettes and shadows, in the wide space, keeping us in the dark. Someone told us it was to tame us, to make us docile...
I've gotten used to the smells. It must be to appreciate what's to come.
Sometimes one of us leaves and doesn't come back.
The door opens and they grab me... and I don't even want to react...
I feel in a state of torpor...
Take me to him...
who looks at me, pulls the hair from my face and orders me to be bathed, without delay...
I'm taken to a bathroom where three beautiful girls are waiting for me, naked, and covered in jewels...
Will I ever be like them?
They push me up against a wall, take my clothes off and throw buckets of water on the floor.
Two of them rub me hard, in a hard, rough way, while the third, the most beautiful of them supervises...
No one speaks to me, just pointing and pointing at my state of filth and disharmony...
I feel like an animal, a bug...
After they've soaked me twice, the third one takes me by the hand and leads me to a bath of warm, fragrant water...
I've never had such luxury...
She takes a soft sponge and pours perfume on it...
and slides the sponge all over my body...
I'm more uncomfortable with gentle touch than rough treatment...
She takes her time rubbing my back,
my neck, but stand on my breasts and look into my eyes...
He comes down with the sponge to my belly and asks me to take my feet out of the water, and he starts to rub them gently...
And it goes up my legs and my thighs, down to the middle of my legs...
I feel myself touching between them, separating my lips until I reach my clitoris and rub it between my fingers...
I feel the pulse in your hands...
He slowly inserts a finger into me and makes rotational movements with it, causing me pain and pleasure at the same time,
I feel the warm water enveloping me and I hate that it invades me so well...
she takes her hand off me, and she starts rubbing my breasts like nothing happened...
I feel the sponge dripping more and more on my breasts, which slip in your hand because of the oleo...
abandoning the sponge, she wraps both my breasts in her hands, and begins to squeeze them, massage them and pinch my nipples...
I can't hold on anymore, like I've held on until now, and I start to sigh, and she intensifies the massage, you know, to the point of squeezing my nipples until they hurt...
I feel the pulse and swell, and she, noticing my sighs and groans, puts her finger back on me, then continues the massage with one hand...
I reach out and squeeze your hand between my thighs while you keep squeezing and pinching my breast...
I finally look at her, and I see on that beautiful face a smile of pure malice, and I sense that she enjoyed the experience as much as I...
She takes a towel, and she wraps it around me, wiping me, taking longer between my legs, my breasts and my buttocks...
inspects my body with approval, always with a smile on his face...
Like I don't know what's gonna happen to me...
I am adorned with jewels, my hair is braided, I am dressed in a completely transparent colored robe, through which you can see every detail of my body beneath the soft colors of the fine fabric...
He leads me to a large room, dominated by a low bed, covered in silk, and multicolored pillows...
Where is the greatest man I've ever seen...
black eyes, brown skin and black hair, plentiful and smooth, looks at me with curiosity and greed...
He was my owner...
The girl whispers something in his ear, he laughs and dismisses...
She looks at me, gives me an accomplice wink, which has the power to calm me...
He calls me to the center of the room, and he comes over and starts touching me over the thin fabric of his jacket.
Until he rips it from my neck and exposes me, naked, to your hungry gaze.
He commands me to kneel, and I obey.
He looks at me from above, and not satisfied, he orders me to get down on all fours...
I hesitate, as he repeats the order to me in a harsh way: from 4 now...
I crouch on the floor, and he reprimands me: in bed...
I get closer to your gaze and your hands, which run through my body...
I feel moisturized, swollen and pulsating, ready for whatever comes next...
He circles the bed, putting his back to me, not touching me... yet...
Slowly and gently, insert, first one finger, then two, into me, and laugh, as I feel squeeze your fingers, so urgent is the desire that arises in me...
He pulls a finger from my juices and puts it in my anus, then moves his fingers inside me...
I feel the chill of being penetrated by your fingers, which I soon replace with your thick penis, which I didn't even see pull out of my thin, silk pants...
It penetrates me, it expands me, it moves its finger on my birthday again.
I do my best to control the noise I hear:
Let it come, it's more fun this way, if you let go, and I'll take care of you...
I feel myself on the edge of a precipice, with orgasm approaching swiftly, for a delicious ending...
I feel faint, and I fall asleep...
After a while, he shakes me and tells me to retire to the women's quarters...
I take courage, and with a pleading voice, I beg you not to send me back into the darkness...
He smiled, and said that I had earned my place in the light, like all the others who came before me...
And he says that maybe he'll come back to me that week...
For with 28 women in a harem, he sometimes tended to forget one or the other, as his position as lord of the castle allowed, and he still had two other women to represent to me...
Despite the tremors, the experience had been pleasant.
You've brought me closer to my dream, and my leap. I'm looking forward to your next visit... but what will it be?...