Discretion

In a recent case brought to our attention, a man and his female "pet" - who he kept half-naked on a chain - were denied service in a store and have undertaken to pursue the matter in the courts and in the media. Newspaper reports feature an interview with the woman who explains that she is a "human pet" and a "slave", a role she loves and to which she has a right as a consenting adult. Her owner wants to take her out in public and expects that people will accept their lifestyle without judgment.

In other words, this couple have decided to get political about their lifestyle. They know that the idea of a "human pet" is confronting to ordinary "vanilla" people, but they are going to make a point of it and demand their right to life as they choose.

This attitude is understandable, but so too is the response of the "vanilla" public. The media are treating the couple as a freak show, and that indeed is how the vast majority of people see it. People who keep "human pets" are in a very small sub-culture, and the general public looks at it with horror and outrage. We might - and should - defend the rights of consenting adults to do as they please, but there is also a case for being realistic and to show some respect to the sensitivities of hardworking Mr and Mrs Average.

There is a line between private and public life. Properly speaking, consenting adults can do as they please in the privacy of their own homes. The state has no right to intrude. But conversely, there are public values and community standards, and what happens in private isn't necessarily okay in public. Some consenting adults like dressing up in diapers, for example. You might think its weird, but that is their right. It would be confronting, though, for these same people to go about in public wearing diapers.

The same applies to consensual slavery. The "vanilla" public hears the word "slavery" or the term "sex slave" and is in no mood to hear arguments about rights. There is a wall of hostility to the whole idea. When people hear the word "slavery" they ring the police.

From its beginnings, Code d' Odalisque has acknowledged this reality. The Code advises diplomacy and discretion. Players are not to discuss their lifestyle in an overt, public way. It is not to be made into a freak show. Odalisques are forbidden from discussing their slavery with strangers or in a public forum. It is the very nature of odalisque slave play - because it is slavery and because it is sexual - that it should happen behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, in order to avoid scandal, controversy and unwarranted police intrusion. In Code d' Ode, discretion is a virtue. We keep it private. We are not on a political crusade.

Fiction. Training Miss Esther - a short story

Gary de Silva, himself Jewish, was sensitive to anyone or anything Semitic. He had never really noticed the Jewish features of Mr Hutch’s young slave, Miss Esther, until that evening. As a prelude to the demonstration that Hutch had organised for de Silva and several other gentlemen, the girl had been placed in isolation for six hours, confined to a small cage and kept in the warm, silent darkness of the boiler room deep in the oldest parts of the Bathhouse. When she was brought up and the whole cage placed on a low table in the training rooms, she looked lank and dishevelled, and de Silva couldn’t help but think of images of the Israelites in Egypt and tales of maidens from those ancient days. She had distinct, Hebrew features which were suddenly unmistakeable. Her olive skin, her thick sexual lips, her dark curly hair, her fine aquiline nose, her cheek bones, her jaw-line, her sleepy eyes; all of these were Jewish characteristics that de Silva had hardly noticed in the past. Now, as she lay curled up naked in the bottom of her cage, subdued from her time in isolation, it was plain; the girl was an Eastern European Jewess and was possessed of a typically aloof and strange beauty. Hutch, the Slavetrainer, regarded her as exceptional. The Jewish psyche, he claimed, was in some instances capable of extra dimensions of surrender.

De Silva, dressed in business suit and tie, observed her carefully and felt a particular right to leer over the shapes of her body and to lust for its’ enjoyment. The other gentlemen assembled, also formally dressed, watched her too. They were all impressed with the Slavetrainer’s work. He had evidently taken a poor, miserable waif from the streets of Budapest and shaped her into an odalisque of distinction. She was increasingly the slave of choice when he wanted to demonstrate either the finer - or the cruder - aspects of the odalisque’s craft. Her perfume was sultry, hot, spicy. Its’ subtle chemistry began stirring the blood of all the men as soon as she was brought into the room. There was nobility in her eroticism. She was proud of her slavery. She stayed quiet, gazing at her audience with her large dark eyes.

“The slave,” Hutch explained, “has been in a low sensory environment for several hours. Silence. Darkness. Alone. A few hours is very effective. Even one hour will do. Without stimulation the whole mind and sensorium change.”

Dr Hampton, who was there accompanied by his young offsider Aden Carrow, asked some questions about safety, and Adam Hishem – one of the administrators of the Bathhouse – wanted to know what matters filled the slave’s mind during her time in the boiler room. The Trainer replied with details of his safety regime, and an account of the processes of mental simplification. He invited his guests to stand up and walk around the cage in order to observe the slave’s nakedness better, and explained that, for this exercise, it was best to leave the slave’s mind undirected. De Silva and Carrow wandered around behind the cage and the Slavetrainer motioned to the slave to part her legs and expose more of her mool for them. Her cunt-lips were dark, with carefully trimmed dark pubic hair, but when she moved her left thigh a flash of tender, moist pinkness opened up between them which the two gentlemen gazed into and admired. “Sometimes it is important to stop the mind from rambling,” Hutch said, “but sometimes, rambling is what we want.”

“But with only internal stimulation?” said Mr Hashim.

“Yes,” said the Slavetrainer. “Or rather with as little stimulation as possible.”

“What is to stop her falling asleep?” asked Dr Hampton.

The Trainer looked over at his apprentice, Nick Draper, and admitted with a smile, “Yes. Sometimes it is necessary to prod her.” Draper had the duty of going down to the boiler room every half hour or so to make sure Miss Esther remained awake. She had, nevertheless, been rendered weary and empty, mentally drifting and will-less, more or less half-asleep. She was ready for the exercise.

* * * * * 

At length, the Trainer took her from the cage and displayed her body to the guests. There was a set routine of slave positions. He took her through them. As an added delight, Mr Hashim’s slave, Miss Zeka – who stood to one side and remained inconspicuous throughout - attended to drinks. For the occasion, the resourceful Dr Hampton had supplied a bottle of very fine, very rare, aged Scotch. Gary da Silva supplied fine cigars.

In turn, each of the gentlemen praised aspects of the slave’s beauty and noted her poise and elegance. She was small-boned, delicate. Her breasts were small and pointy. De Silva noted how she held up her chin as she moved, and in the process accentuated the profile line of her nose, and once again he thought how Jewish she looked this particular evening. He liked it. The naked body of the young Jewess filled his eyes and excited him. The Trainer commanded her with the word “Beau” at which she bent over and displayed her private parts to the appreciative men, putting her pink wet sex on display. As she bent over it was as if her whole persona was subsumed by the display of her pussy. It was as if, by her gesture, she had become cunt – just cunt – for them. It was very good, the way she did it. All the gentlemen were left sitting there suddenly confronted by her delicious behind. She was quite lovely. But wild. There was something exotic about her. Her pussy was shapely, petite. At the same time her pink hole looked tasty, like a strange fruit. Her skin looked silky, smooth. The gentlemen ran their eyes over her, down her thighs to the delicate shapes at the backs of her knees.

“Tonight,” said Mr Hutch, “I’d like to demonstrate an excellent example of letting go. We have control.” The slave stood back into First Position. “And we have letting go.” He stood up, went over and gently held the slave’s right hand, and explained further by way of the puppet analogy. “Sometimes, the puppeteer lets go of the string,” he said. “Sometimes we let the slave go uncontrolled.” What he meant by this was not a wilful independence, but rather a flowing spontaneity. A subdued compliance and dutiful slave positions are only half of the art. “What I strive for in a slave – in Miss Esther,” Hutch went on, “is an instant insanity. On command, a slave is a wild thing, a wild creature. Her civilized demeanour, we know, is a veneer over an ocean of lust.”

Aden Carrow sat up at this. He liked that idea. He sensed the exotic aura around Miss Esther. He could sense that ocean of lust inside. As he looked over the slave’s body again his cock stiffened in his trousers. De Silva was interested too. Kosher cunt. “I want the effect,” said the Slavetrainer, “of a subterranean river. Suddenly it bursts to the surface.” He explained again the importance of first quietening the slave and how essential is the prelude of a drifting isolation. “Even for an hour. But six hours is best.” After six hours, the slave has few thoughts, no imaginings, slowed expectations.

* * * 

The nature of the exercise was this: the slave was seated on a stool before her admirers, and was given permission to masturbate. At the same time, Mr Hutch commanded that she “speak dirty to us, Mademoiselle”, that she open her throat and engage her tongue and unleash for them a veritable torrent of the most outrageous filth of which her vocabulary was capable. The slave nodded. Did she understand her orders? She did. “Speak to us, Mademoiselle. Reveal to us the most debauched obscenities nesting in your heart!”

The most debauched obscenities nesting in her heart? What perversities had the Slavetrainer programmed into the girl? What sort of outrages lurked within that beautiful young sexual form? The Trainer’s plan became obvious. First he rendered the slave empty headed. Now, suddenly – for the entertainment of his guests – he wanted the girl to turn on a river of uninterrupted, never-ending, spontaneous verbal filth. First, silence. Then, suddenly, blithering obscenities.

The slave began. She knew what to do. It was not by any means the first time she had been given this command, but it was the first time she had done it before an audience of gentlemen. She ignored this fact. Single-mindedness came naturally to her. She moved into the groove. Dr Hampton and Mr Hashim, who were Slavekeepers themselves, took a professional interest in this turn of events, while the others, including Gary da Silva, looked on with an outsider’s fascination. The Jewess started stroking her own breasts and inner thighs, then introduced her fingers into the pink centre between her dark vulva, as she began mumbling and ranting half-formed sentences replete with expletives. Within a few minutes she was transformed. Aden Carrow sat forward, intrigued. He had never seen a woman doing such a thing. A young man in the grip of fantasy, he started staring indelicately, almost gorping, getting hot under the collar, growing erect and flustered. He swallowed. Goodness, what a thing to behold! He was very glad Dr Hampton had invited him along. Miss Esther closed her eyes. All the rules that restricted her speech as a slavegirl were gone. Her breath was heavy. With her heavy breaths she blurted out words and phrases attesting to her urge to be “fucked”, to be thrashed with “cock”, to have a thousand men revel in her “cunt” fucking and fucking and fucking. Then she gasped a deeper breath and blurted out more of the same. She fingered her pussy. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she seethed. Within minutes she was demented.

All of the gentlemen had the expectation that this burst of passion would soon subside, but instead Miss Esther hunched her shoulders, reshaped her body as her fingering grew faster, and continued into a stream of talk littered with the most obscene words she could muster. She wanted men to “fuck the shit out of me” and to “nail me” with their gorgeous “smelly, cum dripping dicks” over and over and over. Mr Da Silva took it in his stride, but young Mr Carrow almost blushed. The girl was suddenly like a demonness, possessed. All her sweetness was gone. She hastened. Her true nature was revealed. She masturbated wildly, rubbing her fingers in a rush around her clitoris. She held up her chin. Her free hand clutched at her tits. She panted. The stream of dirty talk – crazy talk - poured from her mouth with spontaneous fluidity. Mr Carrow glanced across at Miss Zeka, who watched from her corner without any reaction at all.

* * * * * 

After more than a few minutes the slave was debasing herself, making a show of it, before the various gentlemen. She was on the edge of her stool and where her feet touched the floor she was now taut and perched on her toes. She started heaving, and as her fingers searched deeper in between her legs, Mr Hutch suddenly, abruptly, gave her the command to stop. She stopped immediately.

“So the important thing,” said the Slavetrainer, “is to first create the space, then to fill it.” He was directing his comments largely to his apprentice, who took appropriate notice. Hutch clapped his hands twice and the slave moved temporarily to second position, the position called lelune. She was panting, disoriented, but she fell into the position perfectly, and sat with discipline, even as her brazen slave heart pounded. Then her Trainer gave her additional instructions.

“I know there are a limited number of cuss words, Mademoiselle,” he said. “But you are too repetitive. You will find new things to say. Also, as you hunch yourself over, I think several of my guests were not able to see your mool to full effect. You will sit up. Oui?”

The slave answered meekly, “Oui.”

Gary de Silva had no complaints. He was certainly happy with her display. He noticed how her breast was pounding and then how her nipples had hardened. The Trainer knew her best. She was probably very close to cumming. De Silva saw he in profile again. Her distinctly Jewish beauty. The knowledge that she was a young Jewess thrilled him at that moment. The violation of Jewish womanhood thrilled him. He thought of every sour, guilt-laden, domineering Jewish mother, including his own. He felt a bond of identity with the girl. He loved the fact she was, as some would have it, completely ruined.

For his part, Aden Carrow was enthralled. He was impressed at how the Trainer had her in his control. How, he wondered, had the girl possibly managed to stop so suddenly on command? There was a pause as the Trainer reiterated several points and then spoke freely about Miss Esther’s particular skills and limitations. “What happens when you let go of the strings?” he asked. “Will your puppet know what to do?” Command and control must be matched with real fire, real passion, a spontaneous lusting.

Finally, Hutch directed the slave to resume her position on the stool, to begin masturbating again, and to unleash once more that river of obscene speech that had been flowing out of her. She quickly found the groove again. She closed her eyes. In a low, frantic voice, she begged and blurted her hungers and desires. She crooned about her love of cock. She wanted to be impaled. She wanted to be fucked again and again. She spat it out. “Fucked! Fucked! Fucked!” Her fingers delved back into the juicy heat of her pussy. She spread her legs wider than before so that all of the gentlemen could see.

Soon, though, the full cruelty of the Slavetrainer’s intentions emerged. The slave started heaving again. He commanded her to stop. He corrected her imperfections. Then he commanded her to start again. The slavegirl lurched from one state to another. It took a toll. Her mouth grew fluid with saliva. She spat and slurred, frothing. She frothed, “Fuck me, sirs. Fuck this fucking cunt…” fucking, fucking, fucking. Her climax was denied. The Trainer directed her to bring herself to the edge, then he commanded her to desist. Her shoulders collapsed. All the air deflated from her lungs. A deep out-breath of anguish. Her fingers and hands and wrists were starting to tremble. Naked, the slavegirl shivered. Her fingers were dripping wet. Her hair fell with abandon.

Dr Hampton sipped his scotch. He watched the slave’s face. “You could,” he observed, “push the poor girl to exhaustion…”

“You could,” Mr Hutch agreed.

“She’s splendid!” Aden Carrow enthused.

“You can see my difficulty, though, can’t you Hampton?” Hutch continued. “It is spontaneity that I’m after. Perfect spontaneity.” He remained disappointed every time the slave fumbled for words or paused or lost the train of her ranting. “An unbroken stream. That’s what I’m after.” He explained that every blip, every pause, was caused – in his professional estimation - by the slave girl’s wretched ego. “I want her selfless,” he said. He wanted her to be a tap. On. Off. A gushing stream of obscenities upon command.

Dr Hampton thought it was an admirable objective, but as a physician he was giving increased regard to the slave’s deteriorating sense of cohesion. He leant forward. Her eyes her wild, her pupils dilated wide. “Yes,” he said, “the ego is no doubt the author of all our inhibitions.” Then he advised that the “poor girl” seemed to be almost hyperventilating.

The Slavetrainer ordered her to step down. He sent her to Third Position to rest.

Carrow and de Silva looked at each other.

“You deny her the final solace then?” asked Carrow with some consternation.

“Later,” Mr Hutch assured him.

Carrow was relieved to realise that the evening’s entertainment had only just begun.

Nick Draper, the apprentice, was especially interested. From watching the display, he understood an important point more fully. “It seems to me,” he said, “that there is a deliberate, programmed correlation between her mool and her mouth.” He looked at Hutch as if to say, “Am I right?”

“There is,” said the Trainer.

That was the key. The flood of filth could just as easily be done sitting still and frigid. But no. The talking had to accompany the masturbation. Nick Draper was right. He understood “programmed correlations”. Dr Hampton understood something of it too. The others were just beginning to understand. It was a feature of Hutch’s technique. No action stands alone. Every act calls up another. Every poke is a push, as he would say.

Gary de Silva felt a pang of pity for the slave. He watched her panting in Third Position. What Hutch was demanding seemed impossible. The Trainer had been playing with her, surely. She had emerged from the boiler room subdued, sullen. Then suddenly, the Trainer provoked her into frenzy. Slugged. Smacked. She seemed shocked. De Silva noticed how her hands started to tremble. Her dismay accentuated her Jewish features again, though, and the guest enjoyed that private thrill once more. Why had he never realised that a girl with a name like Esther might be Jewish? Esther. Of course. Just before the Trainer commanded her into Third Position – the position of slavish abeyance, face down – de Silva caught her dark, Hebraic gaze. He couldn’t see into her soul. Instead, he saw the ‘emptiness’ to which Mr Hutch had referred. The ‘poor girl’ had emptied herself, an empty vessel. She was desperately trying to do so. Empty and ready to be filled with whatever words and phrases and dark thoughts, demonic, squeaking, hissing, begging, frothing hungers might satisfy the men put over her.

The Scent of an Odalisque - a new video

Please enjoy this new video upload, this time on the theme of the slave's attar, or her perfume. 

The Gentleman Slavekeeper (repost)

No one needs to be convinced that gentlemanly virtues are in short supply in our age. The days of the chivalrous gentleman are gone. Social relations today – while arguably more open – are more coarse and harsh. Women are no longer ladies and men are no longer gentlemen. Feminism has advanced female equality, and men are less able and less likely to institute systematic discrimination against women, but at the same time the aura of the “fair sex” has fallen and men’s attitudes to women have hardened on a day to day level. It is not uncommon in general society today to hear young men referring to their women as “bitches” or “sluts” and its not uncommon to see these women being treated accordingly, like dogs. In general, relations between men and women have become far less refined - and more seething with resentment - over the last fifty or so years. Women have lost their femininity and men have become more openly misogynistic. Underlying patterns of violence have become more open.

Code d’ Odalisque is very old fashioned in this respect. It values femininity in the female and it values chivalry in the male. It preserves old models of behavior. The odalisque (slave) is female submissive. The Slavekeeper is male dominant. Code d’ Ode celebrates good old fashioned Maledom/femsub gender roles. But the Slavekeeper is not necessarily maledom in the alpha-male Conan-the-barbarian sense. Rather, the Slavekeeper in Code d’ Ode is the sophisticated urbane gentlemen, a man of good taste and appropriate manners, whose dominant nature is expressed in a quiet and assured authority. He is patient, compassionate and he treats women with due respect. He regards odalisques as truly precious. He is a kind and forbearing Keeper who treats his slave with generosity and mercy. His motivation is pleasure, not power. Sexual violence is not in his nature.

The written codifications of Code d’ Odalisque include a complete formal system of etiquette and manners. The intent of the Code is to bring an atmosphere of refinement to Master/slave play. The Code offers an alternative to the prevalent S & M type of maledom/femsub play found in alternative adult scenes today. The Code states:

24.1. - Intention of refinement

The general intention of this Code is to bring refinement, fine taste and decorum to the modern environment of sexual experimentation and adventure. All players are bound to this same ideal in word and action at all times.

Slaves receive training towards this end. But Slavekeepers also need to learn and practice modes of proper conduct. For some men today even the common courtesies of “please” and “thankyou” do not come naturally. An important dimension of Code d’ Ode, and one that is often neglected, is the cultivation of gentlemanly virtues in men. Slaves are trained to the role of female submissive: meek, demure, obedient, obliging, passive. The Code also seeks to bring refinement to contemporary men. The man who would be a Keeper of odalisques must learn the old virtues of the proper gentleman. The Code states:

24.3. - Gentlemanly behavior at all times

All male players (gentlemen) shall behave in a civil, honest, straight-forward, polite and chivalrous manner at all times. Violence, unruliness, jealous rivalry, uncouth behavior and ill-mannered machismo are out of place in all play.

The Code seeks to create an atmosphere of polite and mannered civility. This must involve both male and female players. It is vitally important that men who are involved in Code d’ Odalisque adopt appropriate standards of gentlemanly behavior. Code d’ Ode is not for yobs, rednecks and deadshits. It is not for men who are crass, abusive or ill-natured. It is not for women-haters and men who can’t hold their peace.

This dimension of Code d’ Ode should not be overlooked. The Code seeks to build an appropriate male culture – a culture of the slavekeeping gentleman. Not a culture of the sadist. Not a culture of the alpha-male. And not a culture of street grunge where women are just “bitches”. Instead, a culture of a refined and enlightened hedonism, where women are respected, where odalisques are prized, and where the pursuit of sexual adventure and carnal delights takes place in an atmosphere of chivalry and decorum. Without such an atmosphere and the observance of a code of common etiquette and cordial behavior, sexual adventure and carnal delights can quickly degenerate into a culture characterized by ugliness, coarseness and brutality.

SLAVEKEEPERS WANTED

We are seeking suitable gentlemen to be Slavekeepers. Do you have what it takes?

Of recent times we have had far more inquiries from women wanting to be odalisques than we have had from gentlemen seeking slaves. As well, while the quality of interested females is high - attractive women who are sincere and serious about it - the quality of interested males tends to be low: fools, dickheads, sadists and men who are just time-wasters. 

We would like to hear from gentlemen with the following points of aptitude:

*Extra horny. A man only needs an odalisque if he has a strong need for sexual adventure. Don't over-estimate yourself, though. Lots of guys are very horny but they'd be just as happy going to a whore. Are you so horny you need an odalisque? Are there fantasies you really, really must explore?

*A lover of women. (No women-haters! If you have personal issues about women, hated your mother or are a repressed homosexual, you are not suitable.) You must love women to own an odalisque. You love women and want to protect and enjoy them.

*Sane. (No psychopaths or egomaniac narcissists, thank you. If you have mental health issues, anger problems, or a personality disorder, you are not suitable. And no alcoholics either.) Well-adjusted even-tempered guys only.

*Mature. (No immature fools or teenagers pretending to be men.)

*Honest. (No married guys wanting an odalisque behind their wife's back.) You must be upfront and honest about your situation.

*Prepared to follow the rules. Odalisque slavery is regulated by Code d' Odalisque. Interested females are only interested because the Code offers them a protective, structured environment. Gentlemen must be prepared to respect and follow the rules. If you think you are god and don't think you should follow rules, you are not suitable.

*Means. You don't need to be stinking rich but you do need to have the means to support an odalisque. Owning an odalisque means taking on a dependent. As Keeper, you must look after her. You cannot make money out of an odalisque. Are you prepared for the cost? Do you have a suitable place for her to stay and suitable facilities in which to use and enjoy her?

*No sadomasochism. If you are into S&M you are not suitable. Code d' Ode is strictly non-SM.

If you think you would like to own an odalisque to protect, nurture and enjoy under the slave code, write to us at:

bedroomslaves@yahoo.com

Sincere inquiries only thank you.

The Collar in Code d' Odalisque (Repost)

Question: Does an odalisque wear a collar to indicate that she is a slave?

Not necessarily. People commonly use collars in Master/slave play, but the collar is not a requirement in Code d' Odalisque. Instead, the slave is kept naked and her nakedness is a symbol of her servitude, her nakedness is her leash. Code d' Ode is different than other styles of Master/slave play in this regard. The collar is for a newly captured low slave. It is a symbol of the memlook. But an odalisque is a special slave with a high status and is usually free of a collar.

Since it is most improper - indeed insulting - to treat an odalisque like a memlook, some consider it an affront to put a collar on an odalisque. Usually, if a memlook is elevated to the higher status of odalisque she will have her collar removed. But she will be held in captivity (occlusion) and she will be (essentially) naked. Since beauty and sex are now her "work", she no longer needs the clothes that protect the worker, the maid or the cook. An odalisque's nakedness is her leash - and her collar.

Others like to use a collar as a symbol of slavery. Some find it aesthetic as well as psychologically effective.

In Code d' Odalisque it is the nape of the neck, the back of the neck, that is important. It is a gesture of submission for the slave to offer her Master the nape of her neck.

Otherwise, an odalisque may wear a (discreet) collar when she is on sojourn but not when she is in occlusion. In that case, the collar serves as a reminder to her that even though she goes about like a freewoman when she is on sojourn, she remains a slave.

On the whole, the collar is not central or important to Code d' Odalisque. It is not usually a part of odalisque slavery. It is more a feature of other styles of slave play.

Overmistress - a discussion

Questions and answers on the role of the Overmistress under Code d' Odalisque. 

Q: Why does a slave have to have an Overmistress as well as a Master?

A: It is not essential for an odalisque to have an Overmistress. But she may if she wishes. It is up to her.

Q: I wouldn’t like my girl answering to an Overmistress as well as me. I expect my girl to answer only to me.

A: An Overmistress is not a Slavekeeper in any sense. An odalisque does not answer to her Overmistress. An Overmistress is not in charge of the slave. Her role is simply to protect the slave.

Q: Protect her from what? From her Master? I would object to that. As her Master, I expect to be in control.

A: You are in control. A slave answers to her Master. She doesn’t answer to her Overmistress. But an Overmistress acts as a type of friend and mentor. She doesn’t control the slave. She provides back-up support for the odalisque. It is a safety device. If the slave feels she needs it.

Q: But this Overmistress can interfere. I wouldn’t like that.

A: She only intervenes if the slave is in danger or is being mistreated. She shouldn’t interfere, as you put it. That is not her role. She is not a Slavekeeper. She is an older female who provides oversight and makes sure the slave is okay.

Q: But a slave would only want this oversight if she didn’t trust her Master. That’s no good. I object to that. I expect trust. Trust is submission.

A: Yes. An Overmistress is only back-up support. It doesn’t change the fact that a slave must trust her Master. But Code d’ Odalisque is designed with safety, consent and legality in mind at every stage. Some women might feel the need for that extra back-up support. In that case, she can choose to appoint an Overmistress. The Code puts the slave’s safety ahead of all other considerations. That’s how it should be.

Q: But it undermines the authority of the Slavekeeper.

A: Not at all. The Master/slave relationship remains intact. But an odalisque is a special type of slave. Let us keep that in mind. Here is a woman who – voluntarily – will give herself to a man to be used for sex. There are lots of things that could go wrong. The best way to protect against that is to have extra people involved. Experience shows that problems arise, when they do, in situations of isolation. If something goes wrong, the slave needs someone to turn to. The Code allows for formal arrangements to provide extra safety. If a woman is prepared to offer herself as a sexual slave for sexual use – which is a big deal – she is entitled to arrangements to ensure her safety and security.

Q: What sort of things could go wrong? What do you mean?

A: There are plenty of men who might abuse their power. There are plenty of cases of that.

Q: So you don’t trust Slavekeepers. You’d only need an Overmistress where there is no trust. And if there is no trust, then the slave shouldn’t be a slave at all. That’s how I see it.

A: But you might argue the same thing about slave contracts. If a slave trusts her Master why would she need a slave contract? Or you might say, in marriage, if you really love me and trust me you won’t need a pre-nup. But let’s be realistic. Marriages fail sometimes, which is why people take out the insurance of a pre-nup. And Slavemasters abuse their power sometimes, which is why slaves have contracts and why the Code allows for an odalisque to have an Overmistress. It is insurance. The fact is, once a woman is immersed in the slave role she often loses a strong sense of self. The odalisque’s life is for submissive women, anyway. Often, by nature, they are not inclined to stand up for themselves if they are being mistreated. An Overmistress is there to look after her. Not to interfere. It doesn’t undermine trust. It permits trust. If a woman has an Overmistress she will feel more secure and will be able to submit to her Master more fully, knowing that the Overmistress is there to make sure she won’t be harmed. Trust is all very well, but it is sensible to take precautions. As the Arab proverb says, "Trust in God, but tie up your camel first."

Q: But you assume that Masters are bad people. Slavemasters love and care for their slaves. If a man needs an Overmistress looking over his shoulder, maybe he is not fit to be a Slavemaster.

A: Be realistic. It is a power relationship. Sometimes some men abuse it. It happens. There are plenty of cases. Ideally, Slavemasters are sane, sensible, caring gentlemen. But that is the ideal, not the reality. We need to allow for the possibility that things might go wrong. Like what? Well, for example, some men might be tempted to prostitute their odalisque. That happens even among middle class swingers. Husbands start charging men to attend swinger’s parties where their wife is the main attraction. Making money from a sexual slave is a real temptation. An Overmistress would prevent this. An odalisque is not a whore. A Slavemaster is not a pimp. An Overmistress would provide the extra over-sight to ensure this and prevent a slave from being taken into whoredom.

Q: How does she do that?

A: She meets with the slave from time to time. She has access to the slave. And the slave can turn to her for help. Then the Overmistress would speak to the Slavemaster about it on behalf of the slave.

Q: I think I’d resent someone interfering like that.

A: Some men would. Some “doms” are authoritarian and want complete control. But an odalisque deserves extra protection. Odalisque slavery is non-violent but it is also intense. It is sexual submission. Sex is a powerful energy. The slave is used for intense sexual adventures and fantasies. Don’t underestimate it. You might think that because it is non-SM then it is “soft” and “vanilla”. But an odalisque is subject to constant, intense sexual use. Her Master can use her to explore quite extreme fantasies. Very sensibly, Code d’ Odalisque frames this within structures that help ensure it is safe, consensual and within the law. And so no one gets hurt. If a man won’t accept that a woman who gives herself to sexual slavery wants to feel secure and safe in her role, then he fails to understand the nature of odalisque slavery. It is an intense form of slavery. The woman’s need for safety and security is far more important than a Slavekeeper feeling peeved about an Overmistress “interfering”. Safety comes first. It comes before the Slavekeeper’s rights. Only in the context of safety and security can a woman truly surrender herself. So it is in the Keeper’s interests too. If a slave has an Overmistress then a Keeper can take play that much further because there is that extra safety device.

Q: But some Overmistresses might interfere…

A: That could happen. But then she would be a poor Overmistress. An Overmistress is not some dour old bitch who wants to kill people’s fun. She must know the limits of her role. She should only intervene when absolutely required. Mainly she just stays friends with the odalisque, gives her some company, makes her feel secure. An Overmistress also wants the odalisque to be used as an odalisque. She wants to see the odalisque used and fulfilled in her role. She wants the Master/slave relationship to go smoothly. In most cases, the Overmistress doesn’t really have much to do. She is just there in case. And in lots of cases, as I say, an Overmistress is not necessary. It depends.

Q: Depends on what? And who decides?

A: The slave decides. If she wants an Overmistress, then under the protocols and structures of Code d’ Odalisque she is entitled to have one. But it depends how she feels about what she is getting herself into. She might think to herself, “Wow. I’m going to be used as an object. I’m going to have my brains fucked out. Men are going to use me relentlessly. I’m going to be kept for sex. Maybe I need someone to be looking out for me in this.” That would be reasonable, wouldn’t it? Especially since a lot of Code play is very psychological. The slave can be trained into an obsessive monomania. We fuck her body, but it is a mind-fuck as well. Once she is involved, immersed, she may lose objectivity and not be able to defend herself from an abusive or dangerous situation. An Overmistress is an objective pair of eyes. But if a couple don’t plan on exploring sexual extremes then an Overmistress wouldn’t be required. Code d’ Ode is designed like that. You can use odalisque slave play to explore sexual extremes. Then the slave would benefit from the caring overview of an Overmistress.

A new promotional video

A new promotional video for Code d' Odalisque. Enjoy.

(Original footage and images plus technical assistance thanks to Jojo and Hudson.)