Maid to Measure

by Sarah Forth

  He wanted her to acknowledge that he owned her, that she was his to deal with just as he wanted. And he relished the fact that she had been created just for him, that she had never experienced any other man, that she could appreciate just how much pleasure a man could have with a helplessly available woman. Most of all he was enjoying the fact that every other sexual experience she had had was as a man herself. Now she would discover for herself what it was like to be the oppressed rather than the oppressor, the raped rather than the rapist, the penetrated, not the penetrator, the victim, the passive recipient of anything he should give her. She was the conquest not the conqueror, the prize but not a competitor, his prize and possession. He played with her, enjoying the soft resistance of her breasts, stroking and squeezing by turns, caressing and slapping her so that she did not know what to expect next. He removed her skirt, slipping his hands beneath her to undo the fastenings at her waist. And then, slowly and teasingly he removed the slip and knickers as well, revealing the little bush, the only hair that remains on her entire body. His hand went between her legs, stroking that part which had been secret to all but him and the surgeon who had helped him to create it. He examined the work again, as if he had not seen it a hundred times before, as if it held some mystery as yet undiscovered. And the video shows how perfectly that surgeon had carried out his task, how exactly it mimicked the image of the most perfect purse. But still he played, toyed with her, enjoyed having her so completely under his control as he explored her otherwise secret place. The surgeon had told him that his new toy could still feel, could still enjoy contact, manipulation. He worked at her, alternately gently and then roughly, stimulating the unwilling man inside her despite herself but enjoying the response of his perfect imitation woman. And she began to plead with him, to beg him either to do it now or to leave her alone, struggling with ever greater realism against the bonds which held her helpless to resist him. But he persisted until he recognised the real distress he was causing, saw real tears welling up in her eyes as she was forced to confess her desire to submit to him. Her pleas seemed to soften him as he climbed up on the bed and positioned himself over her, inserting first one and then both legs between hers. She played the whore for him; struggling against the chains which held her arms so securely and so spread whenever he provoked her to struggle. She had established long before that such struggles were almost entirely useless. And when he caressed her body more tenderly, took advantage of his ownership of it, she responded as if he were giving her pleasure. She pushed herself against his hands, spread her legs invitingly, worked herself down towards him as much as her limited movement would allow. Eventually, after almost half an hour of teasing her in this way, the Emir began once again to penetrate her. But he gave her the small satisfaction of using her specially prepared tunnel. It was a wonderful sight. She lay there, embracing him as he slowly thrust himself inside her. He seemed to find as much satisfaction this time in causing her pain as he entered. Presumably because he was setting a more raid entry than when she had been trying to work herself round him, there was resistance to his entry, resistance which was evident from the pain in her face and her tears as she was penetrated. He forced his way inside, holding her legs wide open to ease his entry, clutching her behind her waist and holding her buttocks up against his thrusts. She moaned in pain as he sank deeper and deeper inside her but then her training came to the fore. She knew that her destiny for the rest of her life was to be penetrated and used by this man or worse. To achieve any level of comfort within her new life it was vital that she pleased him, gave him the satisfaction he demanded in whatever way he wanted it. She was only a possession but a possession who had some choice about the quality of her everyday living and she had chosen the best available. So once he was inside her, she tried to co-operate, to give him pleasure in the way that she has been taught during the previous months. And I knew how much this was costing, knew how in that earlier life this would have earned self-contempt and self-loathing. Now my victim had not only to suffer this ultimate humiliation but with the additional degradation of having to pretend to enjoy it! She maintained the illusion, starting to buck under him as if she at least was being brought towards a climax. Her performance was just as I expected. She had been well trained. She had been taught just how to give the impression of being on the point of orgasm, able to please her partner by appearing to reach that point just as he too drove the final nail. But just as she was seeming to get most excited, he withdrew and left her. Again her performance matched her training. She moaned and writhed against her bonds on the bed in apparent frustration, as if she was desperate to reach fulfilment, needed to have his prick deep inside her so that she could both give him what he wanted and achieve her own pleasure.

  He watched as she writhed and thrashed about in apparent frustration, revelling in the power he had over her. She was begging, pleading with him to return and after tormenting her for a few more minutes, he returned to reclaim his possession. It had just been an exercise in self-control, to reinforce his dominance over her. Once again he lay over her and forced his now rampant weapon into its sheath She was obviously finding it very hard to accommodate his fully engorged weapon and was forced to gasp with pain despite her willingness to absorb him. And once he was properly ‘bedded in’, he began once again to work within her. For her part, she returned to her earlier performance, soon giving every impression of enjoying the experience, despite the revulsion which I knew she would be feeling at this treatment. Her performance was excellent. If I had not known her origins I might even have believed it myself. She continued to writhe and thrash about and then, as if determined to get him lodged even more deeply inside, she lifted and spread her legs, pulling him towards her with her ankles behind his back. As he thrust into her she began to buck violently against him, simulating a most extreme orgasm, timing the peak of this simulated orgasm to coincide with his real one. And then as he relaxed on top of her, she held him tenderly inside herself as if she were reluctant to break the spell. It is obvious that she so fears giving him any offence that she will not take any risk, even when he might be sleeping. And anyway, it is clear that she had seen and understood the purpose of the many cameras which surrounded the bed.

  I play that video for myself more often than the striptease sequence, relishing the complete subjugation I have inflicted on him. Now A can never be a threat to me again and will have to endure such treatment repeatedly, have to continue to submit to the desires of the Emir, or any man he chooses to offer her to, and will be obliged to pretend that he is giving her pleasure despite her humiliation!

  A - The Marriage

  The Emir has told me that I must write the rest of this. He insists that I write it as truthfully as possible, determined that I shall miss out no detail since he himself knows what I should include. He has shown me his special room, the one he keeps for his less obedient women. It is equipped with rings and chains on the walls, racks and other torture instruments, whips, canes, straps and things which I don’t want to know about. While I was there, he inflicted punishment on one of the harem women who had displeased him. Before she was brought in, I was chained to the wall where I would be able to see exactly what happened to her without being able to leave, or block the sounds of her punishment from my ears. The Emir explained the reason for his displeasure - she had refused to co-operate in giving herself to one of his guests. Apparently she had tried to excuse herself by saying that the man looked like a Jew and that she should never be expected to submit herself to such a man. But the Emir wanted to remind her that HE and he alone determined which man could enjoy her body; such niceties of choice were for other women.

  Apart from being chained to the wall, I was still completely clothed. The woman was brought in and I heard the Emir explaining her offence and expressing his displeasure. He translated every comment so that I would clearly understand what was going on. First, while the woman was held between two of the harem eunuchs, a group of came
l drivers was ushered in. While these men watched, the woman was stripped naked and then she was fixed in a most humiliating position. The eunuchs had some sort of harness which was first fitted round her thighs, just above her knees and then behind her back so that her knees were drawn up and back either side of her breasts. Then her wrists were fitted into the harness at the back. When she was secured, the harness was clipped to four strong supports above her so that she hung upright, with her breasts exposed and her fanny wide open, clearly visible between her opened legs. She was about forty, I suppose, well built, with large breasts and rather fat legs. She dangled there about two feet off the ground until the Emir turned on some controlling machinery which lifted her until her fanny was held at about face level. Then, one by one, the camel drivers were invited to approach and inspect her, encouraged to touch her, test the size of her breasts, feel the softness of her snatch, smell her scent as they stood between her outspread legs. The Emir explained what was going to happen next. Since she had chosen to withhold her favours from one of his esteemed guests, she would now give them to these lowest of men.

  The method of punishment was extreme. The first of the men was instructed to lie beneath her and to prepare himself. When he was ready, the Emir lowered her until she rested just on the tip of the man’s weapon. Held open as she was, it slipped in without any real effort from the man beneath her. Once she was penetrated, the Emir lowered her so that she was completely impaled and then switched on another part of the machine. This repeatedly lifted her slowly about two or three inches and then suddenly plunged her back down again. As she was jiggled up and down on the man’s penis, the machinery also slowly rotated her, screwing her round and round like a kebab on a spit. The man beneath her had no need to move a muscle to enjoy her - everything was done for him. Within a few minutes he had climaxed, thrusting up into her as he finished. She was lifted off him while the next man took his position and she was then impaled again until he too was satisfied. One after another the men enjoyed her in this way, each one returning for more. I must have been made to watch her defilement for at least an hour before the Emir released me and took me away. The woman was still fixed in the machine when I left, and the men were still taking advantage of the free use they were making of her with the Emir’s blessing. I don’t know how long her ordeal lasted but it was late in the evening before I saw her being half carried back to her room in the harem.

  One of the eunuchs told me about another punishment the Emir had inflicted. It was soon after the arrival of a new woman, a young girl of about fifteen. She seemed to have come with some reluctance although the eunuch told me that she had been delivered by her parents. It seems that she was delivered as replacement for another woman who had disgraced herself and been punished in a most extreme way. According to the eunuch, this woman had given herself to a male visitor, a man she had know before entering the harem. He had seduced her somewhere in the palace and the Emir had learned of her infidelity through his closed circuit surveillance systems - a technology not understood by either of the miscreants. Their punishment was devious and complete. They were allowed an opportunity to repeat their sin but the Emir ensured that the woman possessed a condom. But this condom had been specially made to the Emir’s specification. In use, it bonded itself completely to the sexual organs with which it was in contact, ensuring that the two lovers were bonded permanently together. Once they were completely glued together, their discovery was arranged. They were quite helpless then; naked and inextricably joined through their sexual organs. Of course they pleaded for mercy and for separation. The Emir claims that he allowed both although I cannot see very much evidence of the former. The lovers were separated by the simple expedient of severing the man’s organs, balls and penis, from his body by means of a fine wire threaded between his legs. His separated organs were left attached to the woman, bound in securely so that she would never be allowed to expel them. The neutered male was then treated for shock and to staunch the bleeding but was then treated rather as I had been myself - except that in his case there was nothing to line the hole created in his body. But somehow, using skin taken from his inner thighs, a nest was created for him and then he was sold to a ‘special house’, as the eunuch described it, in Thailand, to be used as a woman for the rest of his life. And as further punishment, his younger sister had to be delivered to the harem to make up for the disgrace and for the loss of the woman who had submitted to him. She herself was quite useless as a harem woman from then on since her organs were completely sealed and she expired in agony a few weeks later, after her urethra and bladder were ruptured by her enforced inability to pass water.

  So I have cause for fear. The Emir has total control over all his subjects and I am just another of his possessions. I must please him if I am to survive. And there is also that unspoken threat. So I must continue my story until he gives me permission to end it.

  There was a welcome period of respite from the attentions I received during my ‘training’. During that time I was taken around Europe to collect my ‘trousseau’, the clothing and equipment he felt appropriate for the next stage of my existence and for the ceremony which would bind me to him forever, as if I were not already his property. It was during that period that I enjoyed my encounter with the young girl in the shop but it hardly compensated for the appalling time I had spent being trained. That was after the long weeks when I was kept in what I can only think of as a high class brothel. I was never actually molested by any of the customers but the girls who worked there were bad enough. They would pinch me, punch me, squeeze the most sensitive parts of my soft new body. At times I was tied, bound to chairs, stretched out on beds, made to stand for hours with my arms tied above my head while they played with me. Some days I was dressed in short skirts and blouses which only just covered my breasts, ultra high heeled shoes and fishnet stockings before being tied up and displayed in the entrance lobby visible to all the clients as they arrived. On other days I was dressed in ball gowns or evening dresses with sophisticated make-up before being fixed to a seat in the lounge among the clients waiting to be collected for their session. Or I had to wear a very short black dress with frilly white knickers and a little apron and act as the maid, serving them coffee or showing them to the rooms where they would be entertained. And that was just while they were ‘softening me up’ for the real treatment. My training began when I had convinced them that I would accept it, that I was ready to co-operate in the task of learning to please the Emir.

  I had been so transformed by then that I hardly knew that I was still the same person. It was during my time there that I was degraded further, allowed to experience the full effects of being a man in a beautiful woman’s body. They required me to learn the art of strip-tease, encouraged me to display myself, tricked me into those obscene performances in front of their two way mirrors. And they initiated me into the ‘arts’ of pleasing a man, of giving him whatever he wanted, so that I had even found myself sucking off my most hated oppressor. Although there were many things I already knew as a man, there were so many things that I had to learn. Choosing clothes which combined to create the right effect, making-up my face, cleaning and treating my skin with the cosmetics and perfumes provided. Most difficult of all was managing my now luxuriantly long ash blonde hair. But eventually I passed their tests and was given leave to join the Emir in one of his palaces before beginning this new life.

  The palace must have been somewhere in eastern Europe because the climate did not match my ideas of anywhere in the middle east. Perhaps it was in Turkey but I do not know. I was given my own quarters and after about a week to settle in, I had to go through a ‘marriage’ ceremony. To reinforce my female status and to show how he was able to control this white, western woman he now owned, I was obliged to go through the ceremony in full western bride’s clothing. I was dressed in a white wedding dress, large puff sleeves, a deep vee neck at the front and the back, the front covered over with net. I had been p
repared by the women of his harem, bathed in perfumed water, fitted with delicate underwear, made up as immaculately by specialists. The organ played the wedding march as I was led down the aisle like a lamb to the slaughter. A little page boy held up the train of my dress and I clutched the bouquet of pink roses as I had been taught. the ceremony began and as I stood there, I knew that I was now more woman than man, and would soon be taken by the man who was reinforcing his possession of me. With a veil over my face, I stood and listened to the incomprehensible service. At appropriate points, I was nudged, knowing that any show of disobedience would be punished, and assented to the unknown promises I was being made to accept. And then, when the whole charade was over, I was showered with rice and confetti and there was a huge celebration. I had to stand in the large banqueting hall while strange people approached us. They knelt or bowed to the Emir and then kissed my hands or, if they were closer to the Emir, my cheek. There was a huge meal, of food which was almost completely inedible as far as I was concerned. Not only did it seem foreign and distasteful but I was already afraid of what always happened to brides on their wedding night. My stomach was also severely constrained by the tight corseting, which had reduced my waist to about twenty inches. But eventually, the inevitable happened and I was led away from the hall to the ringing cheers of the guests.

  He had me taken away to one of the rooms in the private part of the palace, where the women were kept. There I was stripped of the wedding gown and dressed in something less elaborate. This time it was a restricting basque, which only just held my newly acquired and still developing, 36B bust. I was given dark, very sheer stockings, white silk knickers, a white slip and very high heeled black velvet shoes. I was then given a silk blouse and a rather straight grey skirt in a very sheer fabric. It fastened with a button at the waist and had further buttons all down the front. My make-up was re-touched and I was then thoroughly inspected by one of the women who seemed to be in charge. I had to lift my skirt for her to show that my slip and knickers were properly adjusted, walk around the room to convince her that I could manage the shoes and then I was given the elaborate jewellery - earrings, necklaces and heavy bracelets glittering with precious stones and gold. Once I had passed her inspection I was escorted to my wedding chamber to await the arrival of my new ‘husband’. To make sure that I remained in a suitable state to receive him my wrists were bound gently but firmly behind my back and then attached loosely to the post at the foot of the enormous four-poster bed. And then I had to wait.