Odalisque by Annabel Joseph Read Free Book Online

murmured to her quietly, seeming to urge her along. Kai wished he could walk closer to hear what he was saying--and get a closer look at the enraptured face of his pupil. Her cries rose in volume and Kai was looking forward to witnessing her climax when the lab-coated man drew away. He ignored her disappointed groans and turned to touch and stroke the other woman’s smooth pussy lips.
    “Why did he only tease her?” Kai asked. “Aren’t odalisques allowed to come?”
    “Actually, we hope for them to become quite orgasmic. This is only a technique in acquainting them with their hot spots. Each woman has a different physical makeup, different nerve bundles here and there. Gerard is helping them identify what feels best to them, and how to seek it from their partner’s touch. They’ll be allowed to come.” Bastien smiled as the other woman’s cries rose in volume and intensity. “Eventually.”
    “Why are they tied down?” Kai chuckled softly. “Neither one looks like she wants to get away.”
    “Bondage is part of the odalisque experience. We recommend that new owners restrain their odalisques often. It is all very tied up in the idea of surrender. Pardon the pun.”
    Bastien led Kai from that room into another room, this one dark rather than light. The sensual cries of the two women were replaced by absolute silence and stillness. Kai looked around the peaceful space furnished with tufted sofas, upholstered chairs, and floor pillows. Three women were “training” here, each arranged in erotic positions with varying degrees of bondage. One was bent forward over a sofa with her legs in a spreader bar and her hands cinched behind her in leather cuffs. Another was lounging back on a pillow with her legs drawn up and held open by some creative rope work. Another was bound into a kneeling position, her head bowed. She might have been sleeping, she seemed so relaxed. Another white-coated male attendant sat at a desk, ostensibly monitoring the bound odalisques while going over paperwork of some kind.
    When Bastien spoke, it was in hushed tones. “You see, they are most at ease this way. Bound, subjugated, waiting. You could blindfold or hood them and their state of relaxation would remain the same. We do sometimes blindfold or hood them as part of their training. They enjoy it, for the most part.”
    Kai stared at the immobilized women. “What if I’m not into hoods? What if I don’t know how to do all those intricate rope ties?”
    “You are certainly not obligated to use rope or hood your odalisque if it doesn’t please you to do so. The type and flavor of restraint is up to you, but most owners find bondage improves the submission of their slave.”
    Kai looked around at the women. Although two of them were not his preferred physical type, they were all truly beautiful. Their silent acquiescence, the peaceful, trusting way they waited for...what? Whatever. A man’s
voracious sexuality
.
    Bastien led him down the hall to the next room. This one had no furniture of any kind aside from several bolsters and beanbags. “We call this the penetration room.”
    “I can see why.” Kai couldn’t help but gawk at the nude, moaning women reclining in various positions around the room. Each of the women had one or more dildos protruding from her orifices. “That looks like an effective means of training.”
    “It sounds strange, but it really does require training to take any manner of cock with grace and ease. Pardon me for noticing last night, but you are above average in size. It is for men such as you that this training takes place. The odalisques learn their limits, and in some cases, how to stretch those limits. We also work with them on developing the elusive ‘penetrative orgasm.’ It is untrue that women can only orgasm from clitoral stimulation. With proper conditioning, many learn to climax solely from penetration and thrusting. Bigger, more functional orgasms are the ultimate reward.”
    “Certainly a