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Part IV – Constanza's Presentation
One hour before dawn, I marched with my retinue from the Palace of the Sublime Porte to the Palace of the Grand Vizier where my father was staying. When shortly after having married Selim I first received permission to leave the Sublime Harem in order to give greetings to my family I was embarrassed by the fuss and throng of retainers I was forced to take with me. Yes, I realized that the whole point of the whole thing was to make sure that a large enough crowd went with me so that I could not ever be intimate with any man. Still, two hand maids, five ladies-in-waiting, six common maids to carry the canopy over my head, ten eunuchs of the 2 nd grade, and fifty janissaries seemed a little much. Eventually I realized my place and the meaning of it all. Now, I never leave the palace with less than 200. I love to tease my cousin the Grand Vizier about it. Because his palace is the only place I ever meet any of my family. And he has to provide meals for my retinue. Well, he can afford it.
At dawn I met my father in the outermost courtyard of the Dark Palace. By his side stood Constanza in a yellow gown with a yellow lace veil over her head. Since my marriage it has been forbidden for me to embrace my father, so I stood three feet away and bowed as low as my status would allow. “How are you honored and beloved father” I inquired. “Happy to submit to the will of God” he replied and continued “and how is my daughter beloved of his Sublime Majesty?” “I am happy to bask in the light of the Sublime one” I responded and replied “and how is the most beloved of my brothers?” Father said “he resides, tended to by forty maidens, in the bosom of Allah”. We would never forget. Finally after the pain cleared from his eyes he got down to the purpose of the day. “Daughter of mine and Second Wife of the Pasha, I present to you for presentation to our lord, the fruit of the West, an Infidel Daughter of a Mighty Infidel King, a worthless piece of porcine feces compared to the might of our Majesty. I beg you to offer it for his pleasure.” “Esteemed father” I replied “and most powerful servant of our Majesty, come with me and enter into the deepest fastness of the Sublime Porte so that you may gaze upon our Pasha who few can behold without involuntary urination and defecation.” Then we both turned to our cousin the Grand Vizier and invited “Come with us external manipulator of the power of our Pasha and assist us in presenting this offspring of swine to the Great One.”
So an hour after dawn we set out back to the seraglio. Fifty of the Vizier's Nubian guards, eunuchs of the 3 rd grade, wearing only loin cloths on this cold fall day, their bodies glistening from olive oil. Their muscles bulged since they were made less than men only when fully grown. And their loincloths bulged since only their balls were removed from their scrotums. They occupied all of their time in exercise in order to maintain their muscle tone. And I can assure you that they were capable of erections despite the fact that they could not father children. Then marched my father and my cousin, waving to the crowd that had assembled following my predawn trip to the Black Palace. And my male relatives rewarded the homage of the crowd by tossing copper coins to them. Which is why the crowd had assembled in the first place and gave such an enthusiastic welcome. Then came my one hundred Crimean janissaries, light of skin but with slanted eyes. Children of infidels, taken at age five and brought up to know nothing but obedience to the Sublime Porte. Silence greeted their passage for their were the Pasha's own personal bodyguard and they were accorded the same respect as the Sublime himself. Then I walked under my canopy, the sides of which were veiled so that none could look directly upon me, the Pasha's number two wife. Immediately behind be were the two blond-haired infidels in their exotic finery. Every neck craned to view them for their presence was exotic even here in Istanbul, the crossroads of the world. Lastly came one hundred of my father's mercenaries who drew cheers from the crowd because they represented the only military victory we had won in a decade. Even though it be only the sacking of three defenseless villages by a distant sea. The mercenaries were in town and soon the forbidden wine would flow in a few select taverns. And strumpets would entertain for far more than their usual price.
When we reached the outer precincts of the palace the Vizier's black guard and my father's mercenaries stopped and were offered food and drink. None but the imperial janissaries would enter the palace grounds proper bearing weapons. Thus diminished we enter the Harem of the Sublime Porte. After passage through a dozen corridors we approached the chamber where my husband was to receive us whereupon the remaining guards returned to the outer precincts. For it was forbidden for intact men to remain long so deep within the seraglio and besides they wanted to join in the festivities with the other soldiers. The chamber that Selim had chosen to meet us in was surprisingly shoddy for the favorite abode of the most powerful potentate on earth. The furniture was decrepit, the plaster falling off the walls and there was no sign of the artistic treasures that four hundred years of empire had accumulated. About the only thing that was well maintained was his hookah. Fortunately, since it was two hours after dawn he had just arisen and had not yet had his first water-pipe full. His eyes, for once, glistened alertly.
My husband the pasha began the conversation for it was forbidden for anyone else to speak first. “Well, well! My second wife, my Grand Vizier and my most esteemed Grand Envoy of the Supreme Porte, terror of the infidels, I understand that you are bringing me a prize and a gift.” I dropped to my knees and bowed until my nipples brushed the mosaic tile floor. I motioned forward the two young women. “Well, well indeed, a most unusual deed has been accomplished by our Admiral General. But I see that they do not observe the custom, here in the harem, that women do not appear before me with their busoms covered.” I, of course, had discarded my cloak before entering his chamber baring my magnificent breasts with their huge nipples and wide dark brown areolae . I explained, “my beloved husband, bull of Allah, these two are ignorant of our ways being infidel virgins. And besides we wished to show before you the sumptuous splendor of their native dress, in particular that of the veiled who is a queen of Germanic infidels sent to be married to a king of Italian infidels. Behold their beauty.”
I nodded to them and Blonde stepped forward and slowly began to disrobe. As befits a maid she was dressed in a simple straw-colored peasant dress, with her bosom encased in a tan bustier. With her eyes downcast she unlaced the front-closing bustier and handed it to the eunuch standing behind her. Ah, we was proceeding as I instructed her. Then she unloosed the drawstring chinching the neck of her dress and drew her dress down over her hips, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it. The light dress was quickly removed by the eunuch. Blonde stood there in her off-white linen shift and simple petticoat. The petticoat was slowly untied and dropped, revealing a set of white drawers. The tape securing the drawers around Blonde's waist was also slowly untied and the drawers removed one leg at a time. The servant was now clad only in shift, stockings and slippers. Lastly, she untied the ribbon lacing together the front of her shift, slid the straps off her shoulders and deliberately lowered this last remaining undergarment revealing momentarily her massive breast and blonde thatched mons . Modestly Bonlde covered her nipples with her right forearm and her sex with her left hand. I bowed once again, tickling my nipples on the chill tiles and said, “May I present a humble hand maiden, unworthy of your concern. I thought it improper for her to be overdressed when disrobing her lady.”
Blonde took the my hint and began to undress Constanza . First she removed the cloak, decorated with gold and silver thread and handed it to a waiting eunuch. Then she removed from Constanza's waist the girdle inlaid with precious stones. Going in back of her mistress, Blonde began to unhook the back of her mistresses gold brocade dress, a process that took some time. Once she had accomplished that task, from the back she took the hands that Constanza had crossed over her chest and lowered them to the noblewoman's side. Then the maid slid the gown over Constanza's shoulders and down her body until the stiff cloth was bundled on the ground. The maid told her mistress to step forward for further inspection by the Pasha. Selim had heard of the complexity of western garb but he had never encountered it up close before. He beheld a blond with her camisole bound about with a stout corset and her petticoats projected out to the sides by a panier completely distorting the girls figure. Blonde instructed Constanza to turn around several times so that the eastern potentate could see her from every angle. Then the servant began the task of unlacing the back of Constanza's corset. Much to our amazement, when the corset was removed, the young noblewoman's breasts did not sag in the least, such was the splendor of her youth. Before the crinoline petticoat could be removed, Blonde had to reach up under it and unfasten the pannier that splayed the petticoat out to the sides. Finally the voluminous underskirt could be released. This revealed Constanza clad in a surprisingly brief camisole and drawers. Blonde undid the tabs at the back of the drawers and drew them down over the thighs and calves of the girl revealing the bright yellow patch decorating her mistress's pubis. It took a bit of effort to get the narrow leg openings of the lower undergarment over Constanza's ankles and shoes, which afforded tantalizing glimpses of the girl's sex. Finally, the servant removed the bulky footwear and her mistress stood there clad only in a skimpy camisole and hose. I wondered how Blonde would remove her mistresses extremely close fitting camisole with the elegance that had accompanied the disrobing so far. Blonde bowed low to my husband and approached on her hands and knees. With her head touching the floor she asked in passable Turkish if she could borrow my husband's small dagger. We all sucked in our breath. But he only laughed and flipped it out in front of her. Blonde walked over to Constanza and cut the shoulder straps of her camisole and then slit it right down the center from in between her breasts to the hem just at the navel. Blonde whipped off the cut garment and flipped it to the waiting eunuch and handed the Pasha's knife over to the Grande Vizier. She turned to my husband and said in crude Turkish “Never again will milady come before you other than as a bare-breasted supplicant”. We were all shocked into silent amazement.
To say the least, my plans had been totally disrupted by the clever handmaiden, but I recovered quickly. I had to bring the audience to an end before my husband's mind wandered off into some obscure path. “Would you like to inspect your gift more closely my stallion to verify that she is truly a virgin.” I could see that he had lost all interest in the lady compared to the serving girl. “No, No, I trust you my buxom nightingale” he said to me, just make sure that she is still intact when you bring her to me for my pleasure. And make sure her skin is still creamy and smooth when I see her next.” My husband had obviously caught word of some of the chastisements I had been handing out to the concubines as part of their training. “But my pizzle of the elephant, may I at least be allowed to train her to the standards of performance expected by a good daughter of Islam” I implored. “Let me turn her into a good Muslim girl.” He responded “Very well, see to it. I assume you will train her to put her lips to good use”. Ah ha! His fondness for fellatio was becoming more pronounced. I replied “I will make sure this worthless concubine will pleasure you to the ultimate degree”. I would take advantage of his weakness. Then he added, “You may graze this blond cow among your maids” he said, referring to Blonde “I'm am sure she will provide ample amusement. But remember, don't bring me any more concubines that have been flogged half to death. At least not for the first time they are to pleasure me. After that, you can do with them what you will if I have no further use for them.” At that point he had one of his eunuchs filled the bowl of the hubble bubble with red resin and brought a coal from the brazier that was taking the chill from the room. As the Pasha exhaled the first smoke we bowed and backed out of the room taking our two flaxen-haired young ladies with us. My husband would not be attentive to very much for the rest of the day.
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