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Some time ago I encountered a young woman online who I will call "Sara". It was through the member's list in a yahoo group for local adult parties and sex events (where I sometimes lurk.) Sara, I noticed, was a lone female post in pages of male posts and spam, and she seemed to be fishing for adventure.
I wrote to her and she in turn looked me up, read my blog, etc. This must have formed a good impression because she began exchanging emails. She related to me that she had only moved from interstate recently for her work, but it wasn't turning out well. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend or a partner, but she was looking for unspecified adventures.
At this point it became apparent to me that her interest in myself was not directly sexual. She had some other agenda than hooking up with me. Eventually, she explained...
The trouble, she said, was that the internet is full of jerks and it is very hard to find decent guys for sexual fun. She didn't have much luck with it, anyway. This was also because she was shy and tended to get caught up with idiots and was a terrible judge of character. But she was going to trust me. I was an older man and I was polite and bright and she thought I seemed legit.
What she wanted, I soon realised, was for me to procure young men for her. Her interest in me was as a facilitator. What she wanted was to be used. She proposed that I could organise adult evenings for her with three or four guys at a time. "Could you supply suitable guys?" she asked.
She was straightforward about her proposal, but also distant and slow to respond sometimes. The email exchanges went on sporadically over months. I wondered if she was a prostitute. She'd said her job hadn't worked out. Was she wanting me to pimp for her? Is this what she meant by "supplying suitable guys?" I put this to her and she was offended. She insisted she was for real. She loved to fuck, and she really liked being gang fucked. But she found it hard to organise for herself. She wanted me to organise these events and to find suitable young men.
To prove she was serious she eventually passed on her phone number. She had refused initially. I rang her. She seemed the real deal. Nice.
At this point I introduced the idea of the odalisque. We hadn't mentioned slaves or slave play up until then, although I didn't hide it. She said she was well aware of Code d' Odalisque and had been reading all about it since she first looked me up. She said she would talk to me about it if I first helped her by organising an evening of group pleasure. I agreed and followed her instructions. She wanted a few young guys, white guys, slim, not overweight, polite, respectful, preferably circumized, preferably not covered in tatts. They were her requirements. The venue was to be a rented room at a swish hotel in the city CBD, upper floor, great view, not at her expense.
I duly organised the same. She arrived right on time - the first time I had actually met her in person! Tall, brunette, quiet. Twenty-eight just like she said. To be honest, I had no guarantee she would show, but she did. We stripped her, tied her up and fucked her for several hours, exactly as she had requested. Strictly no anal.
She was sensational. Afterwards, when the young gentlemen had departed, we talked and she opened up. She said she was "really, really sexual". She loved sex. Shy girls get horny too! She had had a boyfriend interstate. Did he know about her gangbangs? Yes, she said. They had a wild sex life, she said. He organised it all, though. They'd broken up. She then said she thought that he might be "slightly dangerous" now and so she had fled to a new city. The plot thickens, I thought.
She didn't officially think of herself as a "submissive" but she revealed that her erstwhile boyfriend was a domineering alpha-male who seemed a bit unhinged. She stayed with him because he gave her wild, exciting sex - especially multi-partner sex. He'd introduced her to that and she loved it. It was a tale of sexual submission.
About this time I pressed her again about Code d' Odalisque. I explained that I wasn't proposing myself as her Master, but I did know a suitable man. He lived in the hills less than an hour from the city. If he was agreeable, she might live with and serve him for an agreed period, and I was sure he would happily organise group scenes for her on a regular basis. She thought it over and said she was interested. She admitted she wanted to "go again" as she put it. She also let slip that she'd lost her job and was at that point unemployed and struggling to meet her rent. We talked frankly.
SARA: I'm not into pain.
ME: No. No. No pain. No S and M.
SARA: I'd be hiding there?
ME: Sure. No one needs to know you're there.
SARA: And he just uses me? For sex?
ME: Yep.
SARA: For how long?
ME: As long as you like.
SARA: Not too long, hey.
ME; As long as you like.
SARA: Cool.
ME: There's a group of us, you know. A network, sort of.
SARA: And you can all use me?
ME: If you like. Better than complete strangers.
SARA: Do I need a Master?
ME: You don't like the idea of a Master?
SARA: No. I do. I really like the idea of a guy who's my boss. Who's in charge. Who looks after me.
ME: But not a pimp?
SARA: No. I can't be a hooker. I want the right to say no to a guy. You know? Ninety-nine times out of a hundred it would be OK, but in the end I want a guy who will respect me and look after me and if I say I really don't want to fuck some guy then he will be on my side. Does that make sense?
ME: Sure. Consent.
SARA: So I couldn't be a hooker. I want, you know, nice guys.
ME: No fat guys?
SARA: Exactly. And no creepy guys.
ME: Sure.
SARA: And it's rent free, right?
ME: Sure. You know what an odalisque is?
SARA: Yes. I do.
ME: For three months? Six? More?
SARA: Maybe just three. Maybe...
After this I organised for her to meet my friend Mr T., forty-three years old, (a former police officer, by the way!) - a harmless and delightful eccentric, to be honest - who I had discussed the case with all along. He was keen. A fitness nut. Not bad looking. He wanted an odalisque. He was as horny as a goat. He needed an odalisque!
We met and talked it out. Sara was too good to be true, though. That was his worry. Mr T. and I kept asking each other what the catch was? But she was genuine. I made some further inquiries. Her story checked out. She had moved from up north. Really liked sex. Group sex. Hiding from a bad break up. Unattached. Submissive. Perfect odalisque material. She was taking a great leap and putting her trust in us. It was an honour, in fact. I didn't take offence when she one time referred to me as "old" and seemed to think of me as a sort of father figure rather than a sexual being; it was a compliment that she trusted me. I assured her that Mr T. would treat her well.
But what if her unhinged boyfriend shows up? We made it an absolute stipulation that she could not have any contact with him or with anyone who might alert him to where she was. If she really wanted to get away from him, she had to burn her bridges. An odalisque has no past. Seemed to me that even though she was running away from this psycho she found the dangerous side of him exciting on some level. None of that. She agreed.
Some time later, therefore, Miss Sara moved in with Mr T. as his odalisque and stayed there in his service for just over three and a bit months. Short and sweet. Right through the spring and a hot and sultry summer. All went well. A large natural-timber house amid temperate rainforest ferns and silver birch. Quite isolated. She was enjoyed at length. A beautiful young lady. Great legs! A true orgophon.* She spent her days swimming and sunbathing and watching movies and looking out for jobs.
Again: this is a true story. There ARE women like Sara in the world and sometimes you DO chance on them online. Above all, they are looking for gentlemen they can trust. That is a feature of the odalisque's predicament; she wants the sexual adventure but needs a Master - an authority, a figure of trust - to provide it. This is the difference between a slave and a slut. A slut is looking for sexual adventure, but she is very definitely her own boss. She knows how to get it all by herself. A slave needs a Master. Although very sexual and ready for most things, someone like Sara is not a slut - instead, she has real aptitude for the odalisque role.
*orgophon = an odalisque who specialises in group sex
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