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Glossary

GLOSSARY

Abyssinia - Old name for Ethiopia, a Christian country in northeast Africa.

Abaya - A loose robe worn by Muslim women covering the body from neck to toe and often worn with a headscarf or veil. See also Burqa.

Bijoux indiscret - Dildo.

Bin/bint Arabic - Arabic—son of/daughter of.

Bindi - Small crystals or sequins that are individually gummed to the skin in patterns or lines of glitter.

Bisht - A sheer outer cloak worn over a thobe.

Burnt Umber - Natural earth pigment. Deep reddish brown. A mehndi for the eyes. Also used to darken a brand.

Burqa - Somewhat like the abaya except that it covers all of the body, and sometimes has only a mesh screen for sight. Usually made from black light-weight material that has two layers.

Called/calling - Chosen or selected by the harem master for intimacy.

Chalwar - Trousers tied at the waist and gathered at the ankles into a cuff or with a drawstring. Harem pants.

Choli - Short waisted upper garment that often has sheer sleeves. Bolero jacket or blouse. Usually laced or buttoned in front and drawn tight.

Chou-chou - French term of endearment. Much as we would use the nonsensical terms “honey” or “sweetie pie”. Literal translation—cabbage-cabbage.

Cochineal - A red dye made of the dried and pulverized bodies of female cochineal insects.

Djellaba - A long loose garment with full sleeves and a hood.

Erga - Torture chamber for administering punishment, especially for females. Derived from the Latin word Ergastula meaning private prison. Roman emperor Hadrian abolished them citing “liable to great abuse in the hands of tyrannical masters.”

Excise - Cut away the clitoris, sometimes with the inner labia minora.

Ferman - A Sultan’s written edict.

Gelded - Castrated in the Semivir way, effeminated man or boy.

Gendarmerie - French police force.

Ghutrah - Male Arab headdress worn along with a double coil of black cord wrapping on top called an Iggal.

Glans - The bulbous end of the penis. Latin, meaning acorn.

Hajj - Muslim annual pilgrimage to Mecca.

Halaal - Allowed, legal.

Haraam - Forbidden, illegal.

Haseki - A Sultan’s harem favorite.

Hijab - Scarf worn over the head, usually with the abaya.

Houri - One of the beautiful maidens that in Muslim belief live with the blessed in paradise. A voluptuously beautiful young woman.

Iggal - Double coil of black cord to hold the ghutrah in place.

Jambiya - Yemenese ceremonial dagger with a sharply curved blade that men acquire at reaching manhood.

Joy-girl/boy - Slave kept aside for sodomy.

Jannah - Jannah literally means "garden". In the Qur’an Jannah is also used to mean "The Garden" or heaven/paradise.

Kaffiyeh - A cloth headdress fastened by a band around the crown and usually worn by Arab men.

Kasre-el-Nouzha—Arabic Castle of Pleasure.

Kava - Explorer Captain James Cook gave this plant the botanical name of “intoxicating pepper”. Used for over 3,000 years for its medicinal affects as a sedative, muscle relaxant, and as a remedy for nervousness.

Keening - A lamentation to the dead uttered in a loud wailing voice or wordless chattering cry.

Khamsin - A Sahara wind that carries with it fine sand.

Khobz - Arabic flat bread, similar to Pita bread.

Khomsas - Hardware, usually a doorknocker, in the shape of a hand, which according to legend wards off evil.

Kilim - A hand woven rug or covering made in Turkey, Kurdistan, Iran and western Turkestan.

Kif - A Moroccan mixture of marijuana and tobacco.

Kohl - For centuries, the secret of sparkling eyes. Jet-black powder mixed with almond or castor oil. Chemical composition: Antimony sulfide.

Kris - Sword with curved blade, scimitar style.

Lady position - The “69" position where lovers lie head to tail over the other and each gives the other oral stimulation.

Mahr - Traditional gift from the groom to the bride after her acceptance of his proposal.

Mahram - Males of her immediate family to whom a woman cannot be married, such as a father, brother, or a married uncle, who are allowed to be a woman’s escort when travelling.

Mehndi - Arabic—cosmetics, makeup. Also means “henna”.

Méréyé - Low waves of dunes in parallel ridges set a few hundred yards apart.

Niqaab - A lightweight veil that has a tie that fastens behind the head. Covers the face from the top of the nose down leaving the eyes seductively exposed.

Nubia - A Christian country largely incorporated into Egypt since the fourteenth century. The Nubian people have retained their heritage and remain a distinct race within the region.

Oil of hamamelis - Witch Hazel. A mild astringent extracted from the hamamelis tree.

Pearl of Allah - Female virgin.

Pleasuring - Sexual stimulation using the mouth. See also Sangara.

Pronged - The use of an iron prong to bring about an abortion.

Purdah - A Muslim practice that secludes women from public observation by means of concealing clothing. From the Hindi word Parda—screen or veil.

Qanass - Falconry. (Saker or Perigrine females are the best hunters).

Qirsh - Old Saudi copper currency. Replaced in 1960 by the riyal.

Salwar-kameez - Northern Indian. A long tunic, falling to about mid-calf, called the kameez, and usually worn over salwars, loose, drawstring pants tapering to a cuff at the ankle.

Sandali eunuch - A fully castrated man, clean cut.

Sangara - Hindi word meaning “swallowed whole”. Oral sex to completion. In today’s ugly raw vernacular—a “blow job”.

Semivir eunuch - Man who has been rendered sexless by the removing of the testicles or by their being crushed, or seared leaving the penis intact. From the Latin for half man.

Smoothing - Removal of all body hair from the neck down. Enjoying resurgence in North America with the growing popularity of Brazilian bikini waxing or Hollywood waxing as it is more commonly known in Europe.”

Tajine - A Moroccan stew that gets its name from the traditional cooking vessel in which it made, an exotic-looking pot with a heavy base and conical lid.

Tantra - Tantric lovemaking incorporates the teachings of the Kama Sutra. Kama Sutra in turn translates as “Guide of the Hindi God of Love”.

Thobe - Long white robe worn by Arab men. A sheer outer cloak called a Bisht or Mishlah worn is over the Thobe. This attire represents the official dress code for Arabs in the Arabian Peninsula.

Threading - Persian technique for removing hair whereby individual hairs are entwined with two cotton threads and pulled out.

Tilth - The finely worked top layer of soil made ready for seeding.

Tugra - A Sultan's own monogram in stylized script.

'Ud - Al-'ud is a long necked pear-shaped stringed instrument with 10 to 12 strings played with a plectrum. It is considered to be the predecessor of the guitar and lute.

Ultramarine - A bright blue pigment made from finely ground Lapis Lazuli from Afghanistan.

Umm - Arabic—mother of.

Vernix - A cheesy white substance that covers a baby's skin at birth.

Ylang-Ylang - An essential oil with an exotic floral fragrance used traditionally as an aphrodisiac. Sweet to the taste. In Indonesia, the yellow flowers of the ylang-ylang are spread on the bed of newly married couples.

Zills - Popular Turkish name for finger cymbals, metal discs slipped over the fingers and used to make a musical sound while dancing or singing.

 - Arabic script—Harem girl.

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THE HAREM

YASMEEN
His 14th birthday present. First slave of the harem. Visayan—known today as the Philippine Islands—and Chinese parentage. Pirate booty, first sold into a harem in Baghdad and later bought by the Master’s mother. Christian.

BLACK PEARL
His 15th birthday present. Nubian, kohl black with gorgeous full breasts and buttocks. Captured by a raiding party from Upper Egypt. A Christian.

CAPUCINEHis 16th birthday present. From Aden—now known as The Yemen. Sold into slavery as punishment for an offense committed while a free girl in the service of the Sultana of Sana’a. Named after a flowering plant of the region.

BRIAR ROSEHis 17th birthday present. Asian from Zamboanga—a town in the Philippines. Indentured as a household servant by her unsuspecting parents. Catholic Christian.

KATANAHis 18th birthday present. Deceased.

PAEONIAHis 19th birthday present. English. Ran away to sea. Later sold by the captain to an Arab slave trader in Dublin Ireland. Named after a flower that grows wild in the Atlas Mountains.

NADYAHis 20th birthday present. Fair hair and blue eyes. Nadya means “moist with dew”. Abducted from Northern Europe—Sweden. A Christian.

ZAHRA and NOSZAHRASisters from Iberia (Spain or Portugal). Zahra means “flower”. Almost identical in appearance. Christians.

HORTENSIA
Christian from Southern Ethiopia. Kohl black/brown. Named after a local flower.

TOPAZ
Syrian. Sold into slavery by her uncle. Won by Sheik Ali as part of a wager. Named after the horse that won the race.

SAPPHIRA
Your journalist and diary keeper.

Forbidden

FORBIDDEN

Forbidden Way

Most husbands, I suspect, have propositioned their wives at one time or other for this kind of lovemaking. Most wives, I suspect, have refused. In slave harems, nonbelievers accepted this invasion—they could not refuse or question the propriety of it.

A few days ago, about an hour before sundown, we were bathing and splashing about in the harem bath while Ali sat on a stone bench, watching. As I climbed out of the bath, he called my name and beckoned me to his side. “Tonight you and Topaz will be my companions. It is time,” he said, “to teach Topaz another way of the harem.”

As soon as Ali had informed Yasmeen of his thoughts and had disappeared through the entrance to the courtyard, I hurried to her. “What has he planned for tonight?” I inquired.

“To share her peach.”

“Why does he want me there? You are experienced in that way, not me.”

“I do not know,” Yasmeen replied. “All I know is that I have to make her ready.”

“He is a big man for a small girl.”

“If she is willing to be taken that way, Ali will be gentle.”

“Does Topaz know of the Master’s order?”

“No. I will tell her shortly,” replied Yasmeen.

“How does it feel to share your peach?” I asked, and was somewhat surprised by her reply. “Some girls just endure it,” she said, “but many others enjoy it and even reach fulfillment, and inspire the Master to take them that way.”

Her answer satisfied me somewhat, nevertheless, I still felt uneasy about the whole subject.

I left to gather up my clothes, and by the time I returned to mehndi myself for the evening, Yasmeen was already talking to Topaz.

“When a master is between your thighs you tense your muscles to pull him in, to squeeze him. However, when he is between your buttocks, you use your muscles to try to push him out, but gently or you will lose him. In this way you will not close down on him,” she advised.

Proudly, Topaz informed me. “The Master will be bending me over tonight. It is forbidden to take a girl that way, you know. He told me it was a beautiful part of me. He only does it with those who have the prettiest bottoms, the ones he is unable to resist.”

“I know,” I replied nonchalantly, “and I will be there to make sure you do it properly,” I said, secretly hoping that my tone of voice would convey the lie that I, too, was irresistible. “This is certainly a change of heart for you. If I remember correctly your last encounter with this, you fought the man off and he whipped you for your trouble.”

“Well, Hortensia does it that way all the time. She told me.”

“Is that so?” I sniffed.

“Yes, that’s so. And she says it doesn’t hurt the way Ali does it. Anyway, it was different before; Ali and I love each other.”

“How do you know that,” I snapped back. “Has he told you?” realizing too late that my voice bristled with anxiety.

“No,” she replied, calmly, “but I know he does, or he wouldn’t be kind to me.”

“He is kind to all of us, it has no special meaning.” I added, detractingly, with less anxiety.

Nevertheless, I was hurt. Those simple words, “Ali and I love each other,” echoed in my mind for the rest of the day, and somewhere within, a small part of me died.

It felt strange, even a little perverse. Topaz stood with her harem pants gathered at her feet, breasts covered, seductively swaying as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, while I had on my harem pants, but was naked to the waist. It was as though Ali was trying to create a perfect woman, out of two faultless halves.

Ali, sitting on a stool, took Topaz’s hand, pulled her to his side, and collapsed her across his knees. I thought he might spank her, as I understood some men found pleasure in that. Instead, he just passed his hand over her oiled and polished buttocks as though relishing their purity and innocence for the last time, while his other hand played over her breasts.

“Let us bathe,” he announced, taking Topaz’s hand.

Topaz and Ali entered the bath—I knelt at the edge awaiting his commands.

Ali looked intently at the water rippling high around Topaz’s waist. “She is short, bring me a large cushion, Sapphira, and place it here,” he said, pointing to a place close to the edge of the bath, “and kneel behind it.”

When all was in position, he lifted Topaz by her tiny waist and placed her on the soft cushion, belly down. She cradled her head between my thighs and hooked her arms around my waist. The cushion raised her bottom conveniently.

“Pass me the oil,” he asked, and proceeded to anoint himself. I had never seen him this engorged, this inspired—he was more than ready for a woman.

Parting her cheeks, he pressed his head against her opening, poured a little oil at the meeting of the two, and urged his head to penetrate. Topaz’s hands tightened around my waist. He pressed a little harder, paused for a moment, before sudden acceptance allowed his engorged head to disappear between her cheeks.

With each gentle stroke, he penetrated a little deeper; Topaz’s nails dug into me at the start of each stroke, and then relaxed again at the end of each new advance. When he had buried himself to the hilt and could go no farther, Topaz raised herself on her arms and arched her back downwards, as our Master held her hips and slowly, with oiled smoothness, plunged back and forth. I stared incredulously as I watched his huge shaft disappear and then reappear as it violated her tiny opening, finally pulling free before the unbridled enthusiasm of completion took hold of him. A shallow ripple of a superior smile crossed her face—for my benefit alone no doubt—that I saw through and ignored.

“Did you find pleasure?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You gave me rousing pleasure, too, and I have yet to savor my peak with you this way. You would make a worthy joy-girl, but that is not my intention. We will do this occasionally, when I am so inclined.”

“Tomorrow, Master?”

“You will be told when. Now, my pretty slave, wash off the oil and kneel down in the water and please me some more. Take me to the end of my pleasure.”

“Yes, Master.”

In deep contemplation and lost in thoughts of my own, I watched the oil floating on the water, entranced as it swirled into spirals of iridescent colors.

Lying together in bed later that night, I thought about how much he had enjoyed taking Topaz that way, and how her oiled buttocks had enormously inspired him—even though he withdrew before completion. “If it would please you to congress me from behind in that way, make me your calling for tomorrow night,” I whispered, so that Topaz could not hear—I would make sure she heard about it tomorrow, from others.

“I will do that,” he replied, squeezing me tightly against his chest.

“I’m a virgin there, Sire.”

“I will be gentle with you.”

“I want to be alone with you when you do it.”

“It will be so, my pretty one.”

I spoke again with Yasmeen. Although I had heard her talking to Topaz, and I had inquired of her earlier as to how it felt, I still wanted confirmation and a little assurance.

“I can enjoy it that way,” she said. “It is a different feeling, but pleasant enough. I think you will enjoy it and I know Ali will. Just remember to relax and be slow and gentle in your movement—try to push him out, though gently or you will lose him. But relaxing is by far the most important thing to remember.”

“What is the best position?”

“For the first time you should kneel on the edge of the bed and have Ali stand on the floor behind you, in that way he has a firm footing and a better grasp, and is more consistent in his motions. And I tell you, that devil of a man has the bed set at just the right height.”

“Will you help me get ready tonight?” I asked.

She agreed adding, “We will use fragrant oil on the sponge, and have no concern about the sponge, for although Ali will push it in deeply, you will pass it tomorrow and not know it.”

I felt a little uneasy walking to the great hall that evening, three ways ready. I could feel the slippery squishy sponge, a sensation Yasmeen had warned me to expect.

I lay back on silk cushions, trying to hide a slight uneasiness by soothingly caressing him, while he casually spread open my upper garment and removed my slippers before pausing in his deliberations. An awkward silence followed. Was he having second thoughts or looking for confirmation that I wanted him to continue? I took the initiative from him and took hold of his hand, slipped the bottle of oil into the other, and led him to the bed.

Dressed only in my skirt and nipple dangles, I was feeling very naughty and daring as I clambered onto the bed. Turning to face him, I pleasured him a little, anointed his rigid member with fragrant oil of attar, and turned around to present my oiled peach. He flipped my skirt up about my waist, outlined the swell of my hips with his hands, and gently spread my cheeks.

I clearly felt him carefully positioning his hot manhood against me, and the cold oil running down to meet it. He pressed firmly, not harshly, yet unwaveringly, and when I remembered Yasmeen’s advice and relaxed, he slid into me slowly and surely all the way until I felt his thighs bump against me. The feeling was exquisite—I had no idea. What a surprise—I thought that women just endured this to please their man.

With his hands molding and gripping my hips, he rocked me back and forth with powerful long smooth strokes while, in sympathy with his thrusting, my breasts swayed back and forth, causing my nipple dangles to dance about in random excitement, stimulating and awakening my nipples.

He paused. I thought he was going to withdraw as he had done with Topaz. I turned my head around to gaze into his face in the tantric svanaka way. “Don’t stop, Master,” I said.

His fingers found my denied petals and bud, moist and expectant, and my body convulsed and contracted in answer to his playing touches and renewed thrusting. Moments later his seed fell on barren ground, well tilthed ground.

Gripping me firmly, he waited for emotions to subside and then withdrew, causing me to gasp before falling flat on the bed.

Before retiring for the night, we sat in the warm water of the bath, drew on the hookah, and ate a few sweetmeats. We did not talk much about our tryst, other than agreeing that we would do it again.

How was it? Did I find it pleasant? Yes. At least enough so as not to deny it to him—but then again not enough to encourage it either. In my future writings, if need arises, I will call this “sharing the peach” or the “forbidden way”.

Now he would have no reason to seek comfort with anyone else, no reason whatever to find me inadequate for his carnal desires. I had given him all of me in every sense of the word. I had no other feelings or part of me to give. However, I was pleased I had asked him, believing that I had removed an unspoken barrier, real or imagined, cleared the way for a deeper devotion—and outwitted Topaz.