Emissary (Book 1)

Music

The first time I brought the Oud to the school I was ridiculed by many of my friends. However when several other students began to be assigned their own musical instruments then the ridicule stopped. Only a few of us were deemed worthy to learn music and the Chief went out of his way to mention  that to everyone. The first months of my practice on the musical instrument was so bad that I was kicked out of the room.

"Even though the chief thinks you are special but go and practice outside," Ali yelled out, "I can't take this screeching sound anymore."

So I tried to look for the most secluded place I could find to practice my Oud. I had to play at least two hours every night. I could not let mistress Maria down. Eventually I improved and I could pick a tune or two without hurting everyone's ears and people started to gather around me to listen when I did.

I was getting better and better every week and I always looked forward to my lessons with mistress Maria and the girls whom I grew to like. Although they kept teasing me with their transparent attire every time I came to the house and I always left with a hard-on which I learned to extinguish on my own under the cover of my blanket.

The first time I did that was a revelation. That night the girls were dressed in an upper wear that barely covered their breasts. The trousers they had on were so translucent I was afraid they might rip them off as they sat playing their instruments.  Of course I learned very little that night staring at those two and they kept smiling at me as they practiced their music. 

I almost didn't sleep that night dreaming of Joel and Luna's beautiful bodies. I dreamt they were doing things to me that were so shameful to even think about. And of course my dick was up all night as a result of my inappropriate imagination. I tried to twist and turn in every direction. I tried to sleep on my stomach but it was not an option. My cock was ever in the way. The only alternative I had was to lay on my back but my shaft was like a tent pole which I tried to cover up to no avail. I grabbed it and pulled it up and down trying to make it subside when suddenly I felt a strange sensation seeping into my groin as a result of my actions. I liked it. It was almost a similar feeling I had the first night I met the mistress. I wanted that to last so I continued with my pumping exercise and it felt great. I increased the motion faster and faster until suddenly I felt a sudden burst of  uncontrollable emotions engulf my being followed by a gush of liquid exploding out of my cock. My blanket was flooded but it was the only piece of cloth around so I used it to wipe myself dry. My sleeping pants were completely wet but I couldn't do anything about that until the morning. From that night onward I learned to satisfy myself this way whenever no woman was around to help me in my predicament.

Months slowly passed by and I was always eager to show the mistress and the girls my musical skills which were quickly improving. But deep inside I also longed to get another taste of the experienced I had with mistress Maria the first night we met but it never materialized until I summoned enough courage to ask her about it.

"Mistress," I cried out, "are you mad at me? have I done something wrong?" We were alone in the room.

"And why are you saying that John?" She asked.

"The first time we met I experienced something which I had not felt since then," I explained, "I don't know what happened that night but I want to experience it again. Frankly we have been practicing for months and I always have a feeling that you are hiding something from me. I don't know what."

"And what do you think it is John?" She asked again with a grin on her face.

"I don't know mistress," I said, "I am either not worthy of that which you did or I did something terrible that I am being punished. Please mistress tell me what I did?" I almost pleaded.