48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 02: Lisa

"Yes, Ma'am." Kiah self-consciously padded across the room. She tried to keep her head up and walk like a runway model, but it felt ridiculous. As she returned, Alina was smiling.

"We will work on it." She turned to the pool. "Girls, it is time to dress." Kiah was ready with towels and the white gowns. "We will all go to Raisa's room where you can do each other's hair and get ready for lunch. We need to learn to walk like ladies, so as I follow you I will be watching. Take a little smaller step, move your hips in small delicate ways. Be subtle. We're not streetwalkers."

The walk to the room was a little comical as the girls tried to comply. Alina smiled. They were swinging their arms like marathon runners. Ishamel looked like she was about to throw a hip out of joint. Kiah had the best feminine walk so far. "Ladies, let Kiah lead, and watch her walk. Relax."

The procession made it to Raisa's room a few minutes later. "I will be back in 45 minutes to take you to eat. I want you help each other wash your hair and get ready. Your rooms are all connected. Wear skirts and blouses today, with heels. Heels force us to walk with grace. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am." As they entered, the sound of the door lock reminded them of their captivity. At almost the same time, each took a deep breath and let out a sigh. Raisa raise her arms to hug Ishamel. Kiah joined in. They clung to each other for a long moment, parting with tears. Raisa spoke, "I guess we're all supposed to get ready in here. Do you want to go get your clothes and come back?"

They returned to the sound of water running. "I wish we had a shower to wash hair, but I guess we can do it in the tub."

Kiah asked, "Do we have to do everything together?" Ishamel nodded in agreement.

Raisa looked at them in sympathy. "Well, first, right now we only have each other. We haven't seen what happens if we say no, and I don't want to find out anytime soon. I think we should try to do what Alina says. She told me she would be harsh, but we haven't seen that yet."

In silent agreement, the two girls draped their white clothes on the bed and headed for the bathroom. Nervously, they faced away from each other as their gowns dropped. Safely in the water, Ishamel whispered, "I hate being naked all the time!" Both of the others nodded in sympathy.

But Raisa splashed water in the their faces. "So let's get this done." She swirled shampoo over their hair. In a few moments, splashing and giggling replaced fear. For most women, having someone touch their hair was a sensual experience. For ages, women have washed, groomed, braided, and massaged each other's hair. Once again, here in the middle of a large desert, in the forced service of a powerful man, three women cleaned, dried, and brushed one anothers hair, producing a pleasant drowsiness. For that brief time, they could put their troubles to the side. Without saying a word, they realized that they would have to cling to each other.

Alina found the women dressed. She nodded her head in approval as she looked them over. "We will be eating with other women today. You must sit together, but you may sit at any table. Food will be brought to you. We eat halal here, a Muslim diet. Most people find it to be quite varied and delicious, and I will expect perfect table manners."

You will be sitting with other women who serve our Master. You can expect some signs of jealousy from the others. That is normal. You are new and beautiful, and a threat to their time with the Master. This will fade in time as you earn the right to change from your white clothing. I'm sure you are all hungry, so let us proceed.

The women were on display again as they walked in ankle-length skirts to the dining hall. Alina made a few comments, but walking in heels did improve their performance. The hall was beautifully decorated. The round tables each held about six to eight women, dressed in bright oranges, yellows, and reds. Kiah spotted an open table occupied by four others, already eating. No one spoke as steaming plates of chicken and vegetables appeared. "Hello, my name is L- uh, Raisa." Three of the women looked up at her, then cast their eyes back down.

The fourth one smirked. "We know who you are. Eat your food and go!"

Kiah spoke. "Have we done something wrong?"

"You are here. For us that is wrong. You are also pretty. Who do you think cleans your bathroom? Who do you think cooks this food? As soon as you are out of your virgin whites, some of us will be doing those jobs!"

"But we didn't ask..." The woman cut her off with a wave.

"We didn't either you idiot! Every girl in this room came here against her will!" They finished the meal in silence. Ishamel quietly sobbed. This prompted a few tears from two of the other women.

On the way back to the rooms, Raisa spoke up, "Alina, may we ask some questions?"

"Yes, it is time for your questions. I could see that the talk at your table was emotional." As they entered Raisa's room, Alina sat in a chair and motioned for the three to sit or kneel around her.

Ishamel went first. "Why did they call these 'virgin whites'?"

"Our Master thinks of his new girls as virgins. When he first calls you to his bedroom, you will be wearing white. He will expect you to act like a shy, nervous virgin. When you leave his room, you will be wearing bright colors." This produced a slight blush and a moment of silence as the girls reflected on those images.

Kiah spoke up."One of those women said they might be cleaning bathrooms because of us!"

"There is some truth to that. As the women get older, our Master tires of them, but he always finds useful work for them. They are treated well. You must always keep in mind that you are in a man's world, but Master is the only man you will probably ever see. There are security men outside, but here there are only women. You may have heard old tales of eunuchs guarding the harem, but in today's world that is rare."

"What about you, Alina? You were on the plane."

"Raisa, I have a privileged position of trust. I still serve our Master's needs sometimes, but I have worked hard to gain his trust. I have earned the position of trainer and overseer, first by complete obedience and deference to him. Later, I found small ways to show him my intelligence. Then I simply asked him to give me a girl called Tala to train. That was one year ago. You are going to meet her soon."

"When I came here I quickly learned that refusal and rebellion were not tolerated. My trainer was very harsh, and she carried a small whip." She stood up and lifted the side of her dress to expose a red scar high on her hip. "None of you are going to give me any reason to carry a whip." It wasn't a question.

The three women seemed mesmerized by her disclosure. "That is enough for you to think about. You have the rest of the day to rest. The doors between your rooms are open. Use your conversation wisely. I am proud of your progress."

Mid morning found them standing naked before Alina once more. The day before, they decided to eat together in Raisa's room whenever they could. The conversation had been a mixture of despondency and curiosity. "Today we will begin learning sexual servitude. Kneel" At once they complied.

"Place your knees about 18 inches apart. Our Master usually does not require more." She reached into a bag and produced three dildos shaped like large penises. "A year ago, I had an idea. I proposed making a mold of Master's penis. These are the result, exact replicas. As I give one to you, hold out your hands and gently receive it. You are to treat it as though it was real."

"Work up some saliva and begin licking the length of it. At first you are coating it." Three girls began licking. "He likes you to look up to his face occasionally, but mainly look at his penis as though it was gold. Now begin taking the head in your mouth, of course using lips and no teeth. Use a gentle pressure to compress the spongy tip. Spend time just on the head with your tongue."

Alina walked down the row. "Raisa, more saliva. Kiah, good. Everyone, use your other hand to lightly scratch his balls. Gently squeeze each one."

Alina knew full well that the Master was watching, though she would never tell her students. She had seen the monitors behind a curtain and deduced the purpose. She always positioned the 'action' in front of one of the hidden cameras. Alina knew that right now, the sight of three nude, kneeling women practicing their skills on models of his shaft, was driving him crazy. She wondered if Tala was with him.

"At some point, he will grab your head and start pumping himself on you. Be sure to continue using your tongue and a slight suction until he comes. Do not gag or cough. Stay with him even after he removes his hand. Now, begin practicing full strokes."

As they began, she said, "Watch his face. Sometimes when he is angry about something, he will squirt on your chest. Just be sure he is not angry at your performance. Usually you will swallow." As the minutes passed, their lips and tongues began to tire. They began glancing at Alina. "Keep going!"

"Alright, stop now and begin cleaning his cock. With little laps of your tongue, like a kitten." Three tongues began darting in and out. "One more thing before our morning swim. Lay the penis down and with one finger, reach between your legs. I need to know if you are aroused." This command brought on blushes as they glanced at each other. Almost as one, each dipped the middle finger of the right hand between her legs. "Show me!"

Completely embarrassed, each one held up a glistening finger. "Excellent! Our Master is not a patient man. There will be times when he takes you in the first moment. Now, go take what passes here for a cold shower. Eight laps. Go!" The women scampered to the pool and dove in. Alina wanted to look up at the camera and smile, but she knew Master would notice her work without any stunts on her part.

Ishamel was still the weakest swimmer. Raisa was swimming beside her with tips and encouragement. Kiah noticed, and soon they were swimming to the finish together. "Good! Now go to the bathing pool. Remember that the bath is to be a refreshing, cleansing massage. Today, take turns as two wash the third. We will do our grooming every third day, though you should always help to check each other, as our Master is very particular about smooth pussies."

In the bath, their hard breathing from the swim subsided. Soon Ishamel and Raisa were lathering and rubbing Kiah's legs and feet. They worked up each side very slowly, over her breasts and shoulders. Kiah made little sounds of contentment. Raisa moved a soapy hand down past the navel. Kiah sluggishly opened her legs to allow her mates access. Kiah raised her body further out of the water as Ishamel washed between her cheeks.

Each girl took her turn over the span of an hour. Alina thought, "Much better. Yesterday it looked like a game of naked Twister." She walked over and stood by the pool. In a moment, the girls began drying and dressing. "Today at lunch you will sit with Tala and another girl. They will be friendly. Please ask any questions of them. After lunch we will meet in Raisa's room"

Tala was a blond in her mid twenties. She smiled as the 'white girls' sat down. Kiah spoke first, "Does everyone hate us here?"

"No. some of the older women are a little threatened by your presence. I was in your place a year ago. This will lessen in time. No physical harm will come to you."

"My name is Raisa. How long is the training? When do we get regular clothes?"

"Probably in a few weeks. Time passes slowly here. What have you done so far? Has she given you the rubber dicks yet?"

All three turned a little red, looked down, and nodded. Tala and the other woman tried to suppress a giggle. Then the whole table broke into giggling. The ice was broken. "Wait til you see the original!" Giggles. "Keep practicing!"

Back in the room, they again sat at Alina's feet. "It seemed that you had a much more enjoyable meal today." Everyone smiled in agreement. "I am pleased with your progress, and our Master is as well. It seems that one of you may be seeing him sooner than I thought."

A nervous twitter ran over the group. "Who?"

"No, I don't mean that I know who. You are all doing very well. That will be up to Master, and it won't be this week. We have more work to do." She drew the three dildos from her bag. "I am going to leave these. This afternoon you will do more than just rest. You are to practice more. And these are not just for oral use. Do you understand?"

Again, a blush and a downward look. "Yes, I thought you would. Tomorrow, I want to hear of your progress in this matter. As always, help each other. By the way, we are not lesbians. Your mouth belongs to your Master. I will leave you now. Don't disappoint me." She handed a pink phallus to each girl.

No one made a move for long minutes. Ishamel got up on her knees and started licking. The others followed, filling the room with light slurping sounds. Each one knew what was expected after the ritual sucking ended. Raisa made the first move. She slipped off her heels and sat on the bed, facing away from the room. Kiah got the hint and started to unzip Raisa's long dress. She stood up and let the dress drop. Ishamel started undoing buttons down the front of Kiah's dress.

In a few moments, they were naked on the large bed. Raisa reclined in the middle. The other two sat on either side, massaging and gradually parting Raisa's legs. Ishamel said, "Hmmm, I have tab A, where is slot B!" Nervous giggles.

"Wait, I found it," Everyone laughed. Raisa reached up and guided the thing into her. As it came back out it glistened. Ishamel started to change the angle and use upward pressure to make the head pass across Raisa's clit.

"Oh, that's good. Ahh. Have uh you ahh done this uhh before?" the only answer was a more rapid movement. Images from the bath were flashing through her mind. The rubbing. The shaving. Thoughts of a first visit to his room. She burst. "Ahhhh, ahhhh, ohhhh ohhh oh oh!" She clamped her legs together and turned on her side. Ishamel and Kiah lay on either side. They pulled a sheet up and dozed off.

In half an hour, the scene repeated, with Ishamel on the receiving end. This time Raisa used the dildo and her fingers. It took longer, but moans and gasps soon filled the room.

Kiah, still under the sheet, started crying. "I can't do this! I can't just turn it on like that!" She pulled the sheet off and reached for her dress. "I'm going to my room. Maybe they'll just have to whip me!"

Watching the scene from another room, Alina frowned. She thought. "My first problem. I hope the other two can intervene before I have to."

In the morning, Alina sent them to swim their laps. The looks on the three faces told her that there was still a problem. The three heavily breathing, nude women knelt before her. Each had her 'personal companion' with her. "Raisa, did you help each other with your assignment?"

"Yes Ma'am. We practiced what you taught us yesterday. Then we, ummm, used these things to come."

"And you, Ishamel?"

Ishamel closed her knees a bit. "Yes, Alina, we did what you asked."

"Did you have an orgasm?"

"Uh, yes Ma'am."

"So you went last, Kiah?"

Kiah, who had been reddening and fidgeting, fell on her face, crying.

Alina motioned the other two toward the bathing pool. She helped Kiah up and took her to a bench near the entrance. Deciding that force was a last resort, she would try the sisterly approach. "Go and put your robe on and sit with me." When she returned, Alina took her hand. "What happened?"

Kiah, through tears, whispered, "I've been trying to do what you want, but I just couldn't do that in front of the others. I'm sorry."

"Now, I know you have had sex at your age. Have you had regular orgasms?"

"Yes, Ma'am, but that's different!"

"I know. Have you masturbated?"

"Ummm, yes."

"Kiah, I have an idea. You look like you didn't sleep much last night. I want you to go back to your room and take little nap. Then take a nice, long bath. I want you to imagine a time when you helped yourself to a big orgasm. Play out your fantasies. Have you ever tried it in the tub?"

"I guess so. Yes."

"We will pick you up for lunch. I'm hoping for a little wink from you. Hmmm?"

Kiah gave a small smile. "Yes, Ma'am." Relief! She stood.

"Don't forget your toy, dear girl!" Kiah scampered off. Alina walked over to the other two at the bath. "As you finish, we will practice a little more. When we see Kiah later, we won't talk about what happened. I think she will be ready to move on."

Soon the two women, fresh and pink from the bath, knelt. "Alright, I want to see enthusiasm! I want to hear you as well!" At a wave of her hand, the licking began, Raisa gave out a low moan. Ishamel followed, and began a slurping sound. "Yes, he likes that. Good. Now, reach down with one hand and lightly stroke yourself."

The women glanced at each other, then at Alina. "Go on, you need to do this for the next step." Slowly, two hands descended and began moving. At first it was difficult to coordinate the movements. They started moving the penis in and out and stroking themselves with the same motion.

"Good. You will, practice this evening until you can do it easily. Now, kneel up." She waited. "Put the cock on the floor under you and very slowly lower yourself on it." Ishamel gasped, but started to move. They found that they had to bend forward to be able to hold it on the floor. "Just the tip! Now hold still. As slowly as you can, move up again. Do this four or five times. This is very pleasing for a man."

The position was awkward, but the head was again rubbing on Raisa's pink nub. A little gasp. "Now a few long strokes and a few more short ones. Use your other hand on yourself. Master likes to come right after you do." Alina knew from experience that once arousal started, most women could think of little else and the conclusion was inevitable.

The head passing over Raisa's clit made a delicious ripple, and soon she was lost in sensation. Without prompting, she began moving faster. Before long, involuntary grunts and groans punctuated her orgasm. Between gasps, she heard Alina. "Keep going! Unless Master has already come, keep going!"

Ishamel was not having the same success though the action felt very good. Raisa's noisy orgasm was distracting, and soon she looked pleadingly at Alina. "You can stop. This is just practice. You can continue when you show Kiah later." Ishamel leaned back with a sigh.

"Raisa, have you always had easy orgasms?"

Still breathing heavily, she responded, "Uh, yes, umm, Ma'am."

"You are very lucky. Now, go clean yourselves in the pool and relax for a bit."

Later, after another talk about the Master's likes and dislikes, it was time for the mid-day meal. They picked Kiah up, and headed for the dining hall. "Raisa, you will join Tala again. I will sit with you two today." Raisa spotted Tala across the room, and as she approached, Tala rose to give her a warm, tight hug.

"Isa, Alina wants you and I to spend the rest of the day together! Come sit by me!"

The three others found a table by themselves. Alina made eye contact with Kiah, who gave her a small wink. Alina smiled. "Raisa is going to spend some time with Tala. We will keep training as we have been. Ishamel, I want you to show Kiah what she missed today." Ishamel started a blush. "Kiah, this is just practice, do you understand what I mean?" Kiah nodded.

"I hope both of you understand that everything I am teaching you will be helpful as you begin to visit the Master. I am showing you what he likes. Every man has preferences and turn-ons. Of course, women do as well. But we are in a man's world. One man's world, and everything revolves around him. You may object to this, even find it repulsive, but you must accept it. We are here."