The Sultan thought he would be released but Ameera had other plans. She moved to his chest and grabbed a silk sash that was lying on the bed. She wrapped it under his neck and around so she held both ends. The Sultan looked confused and was shocked again as she tightened her grip. The silk sash choked him cutting off his air. She taunted him, “Not only are you a weak cowardly excuse for a man, you are a stupid one.” The Sultan had a terrifying thought run through his head… was she an assassin planted to kill him?
Ameera must have seen something in his eyes because she laughed. “I know what you must be thinking. What will the people think of what has happened? The grand sultan killed by a lowly woman. His face defiled with her sex and scent. You will be viewed by history with such contempt!” The thought was a terrible one. All he had worked for gone an instant. He would go to his grave shamed and disgraced. He thrashed in his bondage attempting to free his hands or arms, but the silk was of high quality and did not tear. And this dark haired goddess above him relished his anguish!
As his lungs burned and his fear heightened he felt the silk around his neck slacken. He sucked in air through his ragged throat. Smiling in humor at his desperate gasps she again tightened her grip. “The mighty Sultan can’t breathe?” She mocked him as she suffocated him. His vision grew hazy and blood pounded in his temples. She released her grip again. And in less then a second cruelly tightened it again. She tortured him this way for almost thirty minutes.
She let the sash slacken. Still sitting atop his chest she asked, “Do I scare you, do you fear me?” In a harsh croak he said, “Yes.” She patted his cheek, “Oh what would your men think of you if they could see you now? Fearing a woman?” She spat on him in disgust, “You are no real man. As stupid as you are I will let you live I have been sent by no one, I just wanted you to suffer.” With her spittle on his face he said, “You wicked woman you will not get away with this…” She laughed a full throated laugh and he could not help but admire at the way her bosom bounced.
She got off his chest and moved to the side still on the bed. Grabbing his hair she lifted his head up slightly. “Look at your man hood still attention Sultan. You want me. You want this treatment. You are a twisted wretch and you will do as I say.” The Sultan for all his bluster and anger at the treatment knew she was right. He answered her, still hoarse from the choking, “Yes Ameera I do desire you greatly, I will still have you as a wife.” Ameera smiled in triumph, “And more Sultan, I will be the head wife, all of your other wives will obey and I will have control over life and death in your harem.”
He nodded his assent and thus began the rule of Sultana Ameera over his harem and his life.
His mind rushed back to the present. He finished licking every part of her foot and then doing as he had been taught bowed low his forehead to the ground and his arms outstretched. Ameera enjoyed having the Sultan in this pose. Not even ancient Kings and Pharos in the past made their people hold that position. After many long moments she said, “I see your excitement. It must mean it is time for another dose.” The Sultan groaned inwardly but didn’t dare voice his displeasure.
Several months after marrying him she had increased her cruelty. She had spoken with herbalists and had them make a concoction that would drive away the sexual prowess of a man. After consuming it, it would deaden a man’s ability to become hardened. He could still feel sexual lusts, but it would not allow him to stiffen or to release his seed. The elixir would work for a week and then its effects would reverse. It had only been six days but the sheer excitement and desire for Ameera had allowed him to harden.
The mixture had the side effect of giving him blinding headaches for a day or more. She had begun to use it as a punishment for not doing something properly. It would drive him insane that he felt so amorous but could not complete the deed even shamefully by himself. One of the ways he would be mocked is after drinking it she would have his other wives and concubines attend him. Each of them was unable to harden and please him. This was utterly humiliating for a man like the Sultan. The Sultan had renewed his efforts to please Ameera in every way. Providing jewels, gifts, and everything she desired. He was focused on her every need when he came to his chambers, kissing, suckling, massaging, and worshipping her body to her every exacting demands.
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