Arabian Nights: Stories all the Way Down

I was inspired to write this last night and woke up in the middle of the night to hammer it out. These are throwaway stories written in a nested format inspired by the Arabian Nights tales. That probably doesn’t make any sense but neither will this overall narrative so it’s fine. I don’t know how often I’ll write them either. They’ll be short, disconnected, anachronistic and with no real plan or overall story (lord knows I don’t need another lengthy series!). Enjoy!

One Note: These might or might not have Visual Inspirations attached. I don't know yet. On the one hand, I hate to "waste" a good picture on throwaway characters. On the other hand, I have a ridiculous backlog of "Undecided" images just waiting for characters so we'll see. 

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My wife was feeling particularly horny and submissive one night. Whenever she got in this mood, she would often lay next to me stroking my cock and trying to tempt me to fuck her with increasingly hot, nasty talk. I enjoyed teasing her to prolong the experience, waiting until she was either begging or I was so turned on I could wait no longer. Tonight was no exception and as her hand gently stroked up and down on me, I looked at her and whispered, “Tell me a story.”

She bit her lip and thought for a second before starting in on the most epic tale I’d ever heard.

“Okay… well… once upon a time,” she said, smiling cutely at the cliche before continuing...

There was an Emperor in a far off land. This Emperor was kind and beloved by his people and he had many wives and concubines in his harem as was his right as a wise and powerful ruler. But this Emperor had one wife that he loved most above all others. She was his first wife and his favorite. But that resulted in a complicated relationship because he held her to an exacting standard that no woman could hope to meet. Her name was Annabelle and she relished her role, however. She stood proud and tall whenever he chastised her for she understood that he was merely demanding that she be as close to perfection as she could manage.

As the years progressed and the Emperor’s harem grew larger, he had less time for his first wife. She was not upset or jealous, however. In fact, she was proud whenever this great man would add a new woman to his harem. What she really enjoyed was the opportunity to teach the women exactly how to please her husband.

“He likes his women to be accessible and eager,” she explained to the newest addition, a lovely, buxom redhead that had been discovered in a far off land. Her pale skin and freckles were unique amongst his many wives and she had quickly become a favorite of his after just a month in the harem. “You must keep yourself smooth and shaved the way he likes as well.”

The young woman nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment from discussing such intimate details. “Will you show me how,” the shy woman asked.

“Of course dear,” she said after a moment and proceeded to teach the new addition, Siobhan, the proper ways of grooming. That night, after the Emperor and Siobhan had a particularly loud and boisterous session, audible to all the wives in their bedroom chamber, the Emperor came to his first wife’s room. She alone was aloud her own bedroom, as was her right as his first and most cherished wife.

“Siobhan told me what you taught her today,” he said, standing in the doorway. Anabelle looked at the imposing figure and was filled with awe, dread and lust all in equal measure.

“Have I displeased you, my Lord?” she asked in a quiet, deferential tone.

“No, my love. Quite the opposite,  you have pleased me greatly,” he said. She bowed her head and smiled. “Now come get your reward and clean our juices off my cock,” he said.

Anabelle, who had not been called upon by her beloved in several weeks, eagerly flung herself onto the ground in front of her husband and lavishly licked and sucked his cock until it was once again hard. She saw the look of lust in his eyes as he stared at her and she climbed back onto her bed and spread her legs, unashamed by the lewd display. “I’m available to you, my lord. Though perhaps you still wish to couple with your newest plaything?”

The Emperor hesitated, stroking his cock as he pondered her statement. “You truly are an amazing wife. I’m grateful you are my first and greatest love,” he said. She smiled up at him and was neither surprised nor saddened when he turned and left. She teased herself to sleep while she listened to the sounds of their continued coupling, knowing that she had done well.

This continued for some time but, as with all things, life changes and brings new challenges. Several months later, the Emperor had again called Siobhan to his bedchamber for the night. She was no longer his unambiguous favorite though he still called for her frequently. Tonight, however, there was a roar of anger and Siobhan and several of the wives and guards rushed to his room.

“Have I not given you pleasure?” he said, his voice raised in anger as the Siobhan cowered on the floor.

“Yes, my love,” she said quietly.

“And such privileges, I’ve given you. Second only to the love of my life!” he said, gesturing at Anabelle who had just entered.

“Yes… yes, My lord… I’m sorry,” she said.

“And yet you cannot keep yourself groomed as I have requested?” he said in frustration.

“I’m sorry, my lord,” she said. For she knew that she had failed at such a simple task. Anabelle could see the prickly stubble. Evidence of not just one or two days of neglect but easily a week or more.

“Some punishment should be required,” he said.

Anabelle hesitated for a moment then stepped forward boldly, “Then punish me, my love. For I am the one who taught her. I clearly did not impress upon her the import of the task.”

Her husband looked at her, not as an Emperor but as a man… a lover. “Why would you take this on yourself, my love?”

“I am the first wife, Master. Their failure is my failure,” she said.

He did not answer at first, simply looking at her. After a long consideration, he finally said, “If that’s what you wish, my love. Bend over,” he said simply.

Anabelle did as she was asked without hesitation. Her husband had never struck her in anger before but it would not be the first time he spanked her delicate ass. She was already naked as she made a habit of sleeping naked in case her husband had needs in the middle of the night. Tonight, his need was different but no less primal. She gripped the edge of the bed, dimly aware of all the eyes watching her. She heard the slip of a leather belt sliding across silk. A gentle whisper that promised a harsher future.

Without warning, the first lash hit her right ass cheek. The sting was sharp but more loud than painful. Her Master. Her beloved had doubled the belt over and not used his full strength. He continued that several more times, alternating cheeks until her ass was a pleasant warmth. She did not cry out but rather said, “Thank you, my love,” with each lash. After ten on each cheek, he cracked the belt again and delivered five more without it doubled over. These hurt. Badly. But thankfully, the warm up he’d seen fit to give her, eased her through the pain.

When he was done, he dismissed the rest. All except Siobhan. “You are a fiery delicacy, my pet,” he told her, “But you need to see the rewards of being an obedient wife.”

In a rare treat, the Emperor made love to Anabelle while Siobhan watched. It was one of the greatest night’s of Anabelle’s life and she made sure that the palace was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. When she left his bedchamber on shaky legs that night, she could not wipe the smile from her face and wasn’t even aware of the welts across her ass.

This became their life, then. She became the whipping girl for whatever failure, real or imaginary, that the other girls committed. Sometimes Anabelle wondered if the Emperor hadn’t made up the mistake simply to have a pretense to whip Anabelle. At first she resented these incidents, but then she realized why he was doing it and that he was simply enjoying his most precious and beloved wife in a new way. Once she recognized that, she looked forward to these nights and the depraved carnality that inevitably ensued.

One such night, after a particular debauched session in which he’d tied her arms to the ceiling and whipped her in front of all of his wives and concubines all while praising her obedience, she lay with him in the harem bed, all eyes upon her. As they lay there, him stroking her hair softly and enjoying the bliss of their unusual marriage, he said, “Tell me a story my love.”

She bit her lip and considered his request before saying with a wide smile, “Once upon a time…”