Constanza's Submission

Part V – Constanza's Training

A week later my father visited me.  For purposes of formal respectability such visits always took place in the middle of the courtyard of my part of the seraglio when one and all could see that no untoward behavior of a sexual sort was being engaged in by the Pasha's wife.  Besides it was one of those rare days in late fall when the sun was shining brightly but the air was cool and refreshing.  We sat on a divan covered in richly embroidered pillows while being served a Tokay wine from Hungary and white grapes brought by express courier from Slovenia.  A bit of goat cheese and olives from Greece rounded out the mid day repast.  I began, “I am glad that you were able to come.  Were you able to bring along the slave that I requested.”  My father looked at me, as displeased as one can look at a daughter who is the second or third most powerful person in the empire.  “Rumors of some of your indulgences have reached to even outside the palace.  You should be more careful of what you do.  Yes I brought the slave.”  He nodded his head toward a handsome young man standing by the edge of the cloister.  “Oh father, thank you so much.  Things here in the palace are strange and I must adapt to the situation.  Selim is hard to please and harder to excite.  Fatima has had five children by him and those three that are still living are all girls.  He says that when she walks into the room, his prick shrivels up.  The living children of his two wives lesser than me are both girls but they still keep trying.  How long until he tires of them.  I manage to keep him excited.  Because I keep him enthralled, the other three are jealous.  What happens when he will service none of us wives?  He will turn to his concubines for sons and the Sublime Porte will shake to its foundations.  Concubines for breeding, it makes me sweat.  No I must pursue my policy of getting his penis wooden with concubine games and then riding him.  So if others think me scandalous let only his member stay stiff and all will work out for the best.”  My father still shook his head. “Indulge me” I pleaded.

After the midday repast was cleared off the low table of Moroccan inlay a brazier was brought out followed by the two blond infidels, a woman in a cloak, and my physician.  Constanza was wearing nothing but a diaphanous wrapper.  Blonde was dressed in more conventional garb.  Silken drawers and a close fitting top of matching silk that left her midriff bare.  After they approached I addressed Blonde who translated for Constanza who stubbornly refused to learn any language other than German.  “Today your education will continue.  Earlier this week I explained to you the ways in which a woman may give pleasure to a man, a subject that you are singularly ignorant of.  Today you will receive your first practical lesson.”  I waited as Blonde explained things and I was not heartened by the look of shock on the face of the slim flaxen-haired beauty.  I continued “About all you learned before coming here was that the female plays a passive role and the man inserts his member and moves it in and out until he achieves pleasure.  He may make use either of the opening that Allah provided for procreation or into the opening through which solid waste passes.  Your practical experience in these matters is limited to watching your duenna being raped to death and the defilement of your three ladies in waiting.  I understand that throughout most of this time you were covering your eyes with your hands.”  By the time this was translated, Constanza's face was beet red.  I continued “In any case, vaginal or anal intercourse is not what I have in mind for you.  There are plenty of pussies and ass-holes for the Pasha to probe in this harem already.  You have a bit of novelty but that won't serve us long”.  I was pleased to note that Blonde could pick up the differences between the proper, formal nouns for the love holes and the street words for the orifices.  The deepening of Constanza's blush suggested that the translation was accurate.  I wondered where the buxom maid was learning her Turkish.  I instructed further.  “What I need is for my husband to become very excited.  Once he has achieved a proper degree of excitement, I can take over and take advantage of his male desires.  Do you understand.”  Constanza looked profoundly shocked.  Very good translation.  Lastly I explained “Failure to achieve adequate performance will have very serious consequences.  Constanza , my master has forbade me to whip you.  He does not want those portions of you skin that can be readily seen to be marked.  Did you understand that much when we last met with him.  But I have ways of inflicting pain other than flogging you.  And Blonde, he said nothing forbidding me from flogging you.  If your mistress is slow to learn, you body will be used to show her what happens when I get angered.  Now, Constanza , take off your wrapper.”  At this Blonde expression became aghast and what she said to Constanza made the lithe girl shake with terror.  But she complied and soon stood naked before us.

I turned to my father and asked him to summon the young man he had brought with him.  I in turn summoned the young woman in the cloak.  I instructed the dark haired servant to remove her cloak whereupon her nakedness was revealed.  She drew up the robe of my father's servant and undid his loincloth.  The young man responded to being uncovered in the sight of two naked women with a modest erection.  My servant then knelt before him and applied her lips to his sex.  As his member became larger and stiffer she took it into his mouth and soon revealed her talent for fellatio.  Constanza , who was protecting her modesty with her hands and arms was appalled at what they were doing.  I had never seen a woman blush over her entire body before.  I was appalled.  Blonde merely looked on in fascination.  This was going to be harder than I thought.  Spurred on by the ministrations of my dark-haired servant, the young man soon was merrily rendering service to her mouth as heartily as if it was the procreative orifice of the finest courtesan in the land.  Finally he tensed and began to ejaculate.  My servant removed his penis from her mouth at that point and let him spurt all over her face.  I spoke to Constanza through Blonde.  “See, this is what I want you to do.”  The girl shook her head back and forth in denial and said what in translation amounted to “I will die a thousand deaths first.  No torture could ever force me to dishonor myself in this way.”  She ranted on at a considerable length along these lines.  Mozart gave his character Constanza a similar line of argument in the second act of his opera but he was much more eloquent.  My Constanza simply ranted.

Realizing that simple example was not going to motivate the willful blond I had my father dismiss his servant and I indicated that he could leave if he wanted to.  No, he wanted to see exactly what I would do.  I guess he wanted to know if the rumors about me were true.  He said that he had been in the thick of many bloody battles and that nothing could surprise him.  I summoned my eunuchs and had Blonde inform Constanza that she was about to witness just the kinds of pain I was capable of causing.  My eunuchs took the dark-haired serving girl and tied her supine to the low table we had earlier lunched on.  The woman's buttocks and legs dangled below the foot of the table and she was secured by her waist with her hands bound beneath the table.  Then they raised up her legs, spreading them and securing them at the knee and the ankle by cords that ran under the table.  Thus bound, her most intimate parts were revealed.  I gave the naked Constanza a hand mirror.  I bade her squat and inspect her sex, comparing it with that of the bound servant girl.  Notice, I said that there was a bit of protuberant flesh just above the orifice where her urine came out.  My bound servant woman had only a scar at that spot.  I instructed Blonde to spread the lips of Constanza's genital cleft so that the girl could more closely inspect her nether region.  Now I instructed her to look at my servants vaginal opening, spread wide for all to see by her bondage.  Again, the area that should have contained inner lips held only scar and the scarring involved even the outer lips.  And my dear Constanza , there is more to this than simple scarring.

I summoned my favorite eunuch to come forward and for Constanza to sit on the divan, open her legs and lean back.  My favorite eunuch then demonstrated why he was my favorite eunuch by applying his tongue and lips to the beautiful blond's clitoris and labia.  Soon he was stimulating her love button with his large nose while using his tongue to massage that portion of her vagina that was accessible before further penetration was blocked by her hymen.  Although Constanza struggled to maintain her intellectual virginity the skill of my favorite eunuch were too much for her and in a surprisingly short period of time she had experienced the first orgasm of her life.  As she lay there panting, my father shook with laughter.  “To think that my daughter, the closely shielded child of my middle age has become such a wanton.  Who would have believed it.  The rumors are true”.  To which I replied, “Remember father, only four wives is allowed to a man by the prophet.  He has already used one up.  And the two after me are throwing only girls.  If I succeed our family will be secure for another generation.  It is a deadly serious game I play and I intend to be successful at it.”  

I went over to the spent Constanza and slapped her sharply but not so severely as to leave a bruise.  “Get up slut,” I addressed her.  “Now that you have known pleasure learn about the other realities of life.”  I took her over to where the dark haired serving girl was bound.  “In countries where women submit to the will of Allah, many are forced to have those organs which give them pleasure snipped.  Look and see.  Place your fingers on her bottom.  See, her clitoris is gone.  Her labia are gone.  Rub there, there is nothing to swell, nothing to give pleasure.  And yet when she first disrobed you noticed nothing amiss.  When you were presented to my husband as a potential concubine and were given over to me for training, you should recall that he and I specifically discussed subjecting you to certain practices sacred to Islam.  Well this is one of them.  It is called infundibulation or circumcision of the female.  Remember those words I spoke, ‘let me turn her into a good Muslim girl,' Remember those words.”  I motioned my surgeon forward and he put a knife into the brazier.  I continued “And at periods of time thereafter, it is sometimes necessary to further sear the tissues to make sure that no pleasure is ever again associated with touching this area.”  I had one of the eunuchs gag my serving woman with a silken sash.  At this point my doctor applied the heated blade to the area where my servants clitoris once resided being very careful not to injure the urethra.  The woman gave out a heart-rending cry but it was muffled by the silk.  Twice again the knife was heated and applied to either side of the vaginal opening but the searing of the left labia was accompanied by silence because my servant became unconscious when her right labia was burned.  I had my eunuchs untie her and bear her off to my servants areas where she would have her burns tended.  My surgeon's attention was directed to Constanza who had fainted at the third branding.

While Constanza was revived I instructed Blonde to remove her silken top which she did promptly.  I then took her over to one of the numerous pomegranates which grew in the courtyard.  “ Constanza ”, I instructed, “the pomegranate is not really a tree but rather is a bush.  Notice how around the base of the trunk there are numerous shoots springing up.  In order to force the pomegranate into the habitus of a tree it is necessary to continually prune out these shoots.”  I instructed her to remove about six or seven shoots which were almost four feet in length and we returned to the center of the courtyard.  There my father was standing over the naked Constanza , seated on the divan, who had just recovered from her faint.  I put Blonde to work binding the butts of the pomegranate sprouts together.  I paid my attentions to Constanza .  I took her beautiful chin in my left hand and slapped her left cheek with my right hand and then applied the back of my right hand to the right side of her face.  If there were bruises, they would fade before I had to present her to Selim again.  “Slut, do you see what lies ahead for you.  If in one week you show any deficiencies in your ability to arouse a man with your mouth I will make a good Muslim girl of you.  Between now and then, every morning and every afternoon you will practice on the eunuchs of the Black Guard, those that were castrated when adults.  If you can bring a eunuch to cum you will have learned your trade well.  Meanwhile there are other lessons to learn.”  

I instructed my eunuchs to bind up the wrists of Blonde to the branches of the persimmon tree where we had lunch.  It was late enough in the year so that the persimmon had lost it leaves but although the fruit had all turned from green to orange they were just becoming red, soft and ready to eat.  I put the bundle of pomegranate switches into Constanza's hand and led her over to where Blonde was strung up on her tip toes.  “You failed your servant.  Blonde did a good job today while you blanched, blushed and fainted.  It is forbidden, at this point, to whip you.  So instead Blonde will suffer for you, and you will wield the scourge.  Consider the thin but resilient shoots of the pomegranate.  They are not heavy enough to bruise but they sting, and if properly applied they can cut the skin.  Now pull down her silken pantaloons and leave no part of her body above the knees and below the neck untouched.  You will whip her until all the fruit has been shaken from the persimmon tree or until I tell you to stop.  Remember the price of failure to perform in a task I have given you.  Do you want to be an infidel or a good Muslim girls.”  As Constance began Blonde's torment by whipping her buttocks and thighs, I walked my father to the outer precincts of the harem.  As we walked along he cautioned me not to be too brutal.  I replied that he had engaged in honorable battle where success or failure was measured by who held the field of battle at the end of the day.  I pointed out that I lived in a world of fear where at the end of the day you never knew where you stood.  Only in the morning when you awoke to find that you had not been strangled in your sleep did you know that you had won the previous day.  And that just entitled you to fight another day.  Blonde never screamed that afternoon.  That young woman had courage.  By the time she passed out from loss of blood there were only six fruit left on the persimmon tree.  Constanza cried all night.

A week later my father declined to come to Constanza's circumcision party.