Emissary Chapter 6 The 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.

The mistress remained silent for a few moments then she said, “you did nothing wrong John,” she explained, “but we are not allowed to touch you until the Chief or the Master approves.”

“But what about that first time?” I wasn’t satisfied with her explanation.

“I am sorry John,” she said, “I made a mistake that time. So forget about this and concentrate on the music.”

“But how the hell am I supposed to concentrate when you and the girls sit there dressed like that,” I almost yelled at her pointing at her clothes.

She laughed this time then she said, “you know I am not supposed to tell you this but I like you John, and I can see you are a bright young man. I had never seen anyone learn so fast. So I am going to explain what is it we do around here but you have to promise me that you will keep this a secret.”

“I promise. But please mistress I need to know,” I cried out.

I could see she was a little hesitant at tell me her secret. She looked around the room making sure no one was near and she said, “you see John we are all soldiers in Master Badr’s household. You practice your swordsmanship so you can kill your enemies while we practice to lure them with our charms. At the end we are both killers and that is what we are trained to do.”

“But what about the music,” I was dumbfounded.

“We train in so many skills and music is but one of them,” she said, “we use  everything at our disposal to reach our goal and that is what counts.”

“So you are seducing me with your charms?” I asked, “am I one of your pray?”

The mistress laughed again and said, “oh you sure are John. But don’t worry we won’t be killing you just yet,” I hoped she was joking, “but yes you are pray and we are doing all we can to entice your passions as much as we can.”

“But the girls?” I tried to learn more, “are they also part of this?”

“Yes they are,” she explained, “but they are also students like you and I am teaching them how to do it on live pray such as yourself.”

“But why doesn’t the Chief or the Master approve of you touching me?” I asked again.

“This is a gradual process John. Music is but a method to open up the gate of love and passion in your heart,” she explained, “I guess it is working faster then we thought.”

“And when am I deemed worthy to enter the gate?” I asked.

“The Chief has his reasons,” she said, “I guess he wants you to perfect your musical abilities before he allows it. It is a powerful incentive. Don’t you think?”

I left the house that night thinking of what Mistress Maria had told me. Was I just a pawn in the master’s plan? Am I just to be used and discarded when needed? Of course I was. I was merely a soldier. And that is what soldiers are trained for. So why not have fun along the way. But how would I do that? I didn’t know what to do. The only solution I could think of to enter the gate of love was to perfect my Oud playing. So I increased my practice from two hours per night to six. For the few months that followed I slept for only two hours each day practicing my techniques until the break of dawn. Of course all my other lessons were affected. I made so many mistakes I almost killed myself while we were learning how to use the knives. I could hardly keep my eyes open during the day but I had to prove to them I was a good player and I eventually became the best. I also learned how lust can be a powerful incentive if played right and mistress Maria was the best.

“If you mix the flower of the lavender with a drop from the venom of the red dot snake then the mixture will be toxic,” instructor Peroz said but I was slumping down half asleep on the table in his class.

“JOHN,” he yelled out, “how would you like to drink this concoction for me?” And I jumped up trying to rub out the sleep from my eyes.

No one dared to mess with doctor Peroz especially after what he did to Turan’s cock more than a year ago. He chopped his dick of in one slice. Peroz specialized in medicine as well as in alchemy. He taught us how to heal wounds as well as how to inflict them in the worst possible manner.

Peroz class that day was about poison and how to prepare them from things we find in nature around us. And I was stupid to have slept in his class. I couldn’t help myself. I was almost on the brink of total exhaustion and now I was about to die by a poisonous concoction.

“The substances which you are playing with are very dangerous,” he said, “and any slight mistake can be fatal to you more than your victims.”

“Please forgive me Sir,” I made a mistake so I had to try and get out of it, “I was up all night practicing on the Oud,” I said. I thought the best defense is the truth sometimes. I had to try.

“Yes, every one knows that,” Peroz said, “we have all been hearing you all night and frankly I hate music.” Oh God I was dead. Well I tried.

“Go to your room and sleep before you kill someone or yourself,” he finally said. Oh thank God. I don’t know why he spared my life that day. That was the only time I had seen or heard Peroz do a kind act but I didn’t stay in his class to ask. I ran to the room and slept it off. I woke up before dusk and returned to my Oud practice once again.

“I want to hear you play and sing Antar’s plea to his lover,” mistress Maria requested. We were at the end of our class that day. The girls had gone to bed and I was alone with the mistress. She wanted me to sing for her one last song. It was an old poem by a famous Arab warrior and poet. So I did.

Oh! The heart whose love is bound

Weak and sad, cruelly not to be found

Woe to me! it’s secrets to her I confessed

Telling of the heart in her love burned 

Glimpsing in her eyes my fire; her scorn

She said: her love to my heart is forlorn  

Once there was life but as she went to be 

Death became oh! more merciful to me

Almost a year of continued practice and sacrifice I had become one of the best Oud players in Master Badr school. I had more than surpassed the level of Joel and Luna who looked to me for help sometimes. Mistress Maria taught me how to read, play and even write my own musical notes. She was lately teaching me how to sing and I enjoyed that immensely. I had a good steady voice but I wasn’t a great singer by any means however I knew how to utilize my voice together with my instrument to captivate an audience and Maria was captivated. She lay on the cushions in front of me with her eyes closed as she listened to me sing.

The song was over and I thought she had drifted to sleep but she said with her eyes closed, “come over here John and lie with me.”

What was she thinking? I wondered. After all that time I had almost given up my dream to be touched by her. I had started to think that the Chief doesn’t think I was ever worthy of such an act but I grew to enjoy the music for what it was.

I approached and sat next to her on the cushions. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Then she put her hand on my thigh and said, “don’t you want to touch me?”

Of course I wanted to. I wasn’t that stupid but I remembered what she said about her making a mistake and I didn’t want her to get in trouble with the Chief or worse with the Master so I asked, “and does the Master approve?”

She smiled at me and said, “oh yes. I managed to convince him.”

“you managed to convince him?” I said, “so he still doesn’t think I am ready?” I was making it harder for her and she knew it.

“Oh shut up and get over here,” she laughed as she grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me towards her and kissed me on the mouth a long hard kiss.

When she finished I was out of breath. This was my first ever kiss and it was sensational. But I didn’t know what to do next. I was almost fourteen years old. I had seen sex performed once in front of me but now I was about to make love to a ravishing woman and I didn’t know what to do. The first time with the her didn’t count as I almost didn’t remember what happened then but now I was ready and fully alert.

She must have known what I was thinking so she just pushed me on the cushions and said, “just lay down and relax John. I will do all the work this time. Next time I will teach you all you need to know to please a lady.”

So I laid there and waited for her. She started by taking all her clothes off and she sat naked on the upper part of my legs. She grabbed my two hands and guided them to her breasts and said, “squeeze gently,” and I did. Oh God how beautiful her breasts were. I was prepared to stay all night doing that but she had other plans. She undressed me by pulling my trousers down and taking my shirt off. Now we were both naked to the world. I was still on my back and she returned to her previous position just blew my waist. My cock had already sprung up and it was just in front of her so she started to play with it gently in steady strokes. She kept looking directly into my eyes and her beautiful smile didn’t leave her face. 

When she bent down to put my cock in her mouth I thought I just died and went to heaven. She licked the tip of my cock a few times tasting the pre-cum which was seeping out of the tiny hole. Then she put the entire length of it in her mouth. This was way beyond heaven. It didn’t take me long to ejaculate into her mouth and she swallowed every last drop of juice down her throat. 

It took me a few seconds to feel my heart again. I opened my eyes to find her still sitting in the same place and still holding my cock in her hands. “How was that?” She asked. I don’t know if she wanted me to answer but I couldn’t. What would I have said? But she continued to fondle my dick in her hands.

“Well, well,” she said in surprise, “how I love the perseverance of youth.” My cock had returned back to it’s full length in no time.

She crawled forward and slowly inserted my cock in her pussy. It went all the way inside her wet entrance in a second. She just sat on top of me and said, “don’t move John. Just relax and enjoy this wonderful sensation,” she held my hands again and put them back on her breasts but this time I knew what I had to do. I squeezed them gently like she taught me before as she went up and down on my dick. Then she grabbed hold of my fingers and directed them to her nipples and said, “pinch them a little harder,” and I did. 

As she gradually increased the pace of her movement going up and down on my cock she kept saying, “harder, harder,” ordering me to squeeze on her nipples almost causing her to feel pain.

Suddenly she started to shudder. I was scared I was hurting her. “Oh fuck John oh fuck I am coming I am comingggggg.” She thrashed her body around and bucked her hips on top of me as I still held her breasts and nipples in my hands continuing to squeeze harder as she had ordered earlier. I was also on the verge of my second orgasm and I shout my load inside of her before she sprawled on my chest in exhaustion.

“Does this mean I passed the gate mistress?” I finally asked with a huge grin on my face.

She just laughed at my joke and lightly hit me on the chest saying, “oh you sure did John. You sure did.”