"Gentlemen," she said when she finally came up for air, "this is my friend..." she paused then smiled, "Marie. Marie just got her heart broken by a ja...kass who didn't appreciate what he had." Now that's a shame," one of them said kissing the palm of Rachael's hand and sending shivers up her arm, "because I would treat you like a queen." I imagine you would." It was a tempting offer. He was tall and wide with black hair and black eyes.She had left her cap-and-gown in the car but was wearing her. The door to the room opened and she tensed. A small man, with an olive complexion, dark eyes, and dark but graying hair stepped inside."Good," he said, in heavily accented English. "You're awake."He leaned down and removed the gag. "Where am I?" Samantha croaked.He smiled. "Just relax, miss. His Highness wants to see you."She gasped, "His Highness?"The small man bowed. "His Royal Highness, the Sultan of Al Banyan, Rashid al Abdul-lan."Oh, God! A harem! Samantha thought in terror."I'm in a. It was strangewhen I was doing aerobics because I could feel a slight but definitejiggle.When I first started trying out the skirts I felt very exposed. Thetighter longer skirts made me feel less exposed but they restricted mymovement in an uncomfortable way. The shorter, full cut, skirts werecomfortable to wear but the wind about my willie was unnerving. When Iwore a short skater style skirt and thick tights, I felt both free andprotected. Sam said that now I was dressing overtly as a woman, I. She could imagine herself turning into a mindless robot, forcing Dan into giving her constant orders to simply function. Part of her was terrified at the idea, mainly because it was also so alluring. A part of her feared that she would become just such an automaton, a mindless fuck-toy. A different part of her, a growing one, reveled in the idea. She knew that with every command that Dan gave her, the automaton side experienced ecstasy and was slowly winning out on the rest of her. As much as.