Harem Hierarchy

By Lacy Ciccone

The men that I was finding myself with were starting to appear weak in my eyes. It became an obsession of mine to find a dominant alpha male that was worthy of my respect and submission.

My search led me to a BDSM dating website where I could search for the type of man that I was looking for. That's how Jason entered my life. Everything about his profile jumped out at me, and for the first time in my life, I paid to be a member for the sole purpose of getting to know him.

After meeting him a couple of times I realized that he was in high demand and that he was the sole leader of a harem of females. I wanted more than anything else in the world to be apart of his harem, and I was willing to do whatever it took to move up the ranks.

Every woman that submitted to him wore a collar. The collar indicated where that woman stood in the harem's hierarchy.

I never would have thought that such a thing would turn me on. It was the scariest part about it all.

Something inside of me told me that Rhonda was going to be someone I did not want to rule over me. The way she carried herself and slyly went about trying to dominate me told me that she was not to be trusted.

Can Cassie move up the ranks in Jason's harem, or is she forever destined to be a cuckquean?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Longo
• Release date: Feb 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463069721

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Harem Hierarchy

Copyright 2020 Lacy Ciccone

Published by Tom Longo at Smashwords

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Authors Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older, and everything that happens is consensual.

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A worthy alpha male

I was doing everything that my master had instructed me to do by standing in the center of the hotel room with my hands folded together behind my back. I was shaking with feelings of anticipation as I knew that he was up to something. He had told me that by keeping my hands behind my back voluntarily, I was showing my willingness to submit to him. What he said made sense. I could move and disobey his commands very easily. I would not even have to think about it, but I remained still as he asked. That was proof of the type of power that he wielded over me. I was glad to have found a man that was willing to take command of nearly every situation. I felt that it was my duty to submit to the likes of him. 

Tonight, he said, I am the one in charge. You will obey me. Do you understand? His voice was echoing inside of the empty room. It made me feel a wave of excitement come over me, and I began to subtly shake without realizing it.

Y-yes sir, I struggled to say such a basic sentence. 

Before this all even began, I was given instructions on what to wear. The fact that Jason wanted to not only dominate me physically, but also decide what type of clothing I wore was unsurprising. He was not the type of man that would allow a woman to do as she pleased so long as she agreed to be with him. He did not accept anyone; you had to be willing to submit yourself to him fully. Jason gave me an option, and I accepted it so I obeyed him before coming over and I came dressed as he wanted. I was wearing a tight white shirt, skinny jeans, and matching underwear and panties. He was so specific about the types of clothes and the colors that I actually had to make a last-minute run to the store to get what he wanted. 

If you come wearing anything else you will be sent home. Jason said to me after he had given his instructions. I promised him that he would not be disappointed, and with that promise I made sure to do exactly as he said. The thrill of being bossed around by him was unique and erotic to me. I never experienced a man that was as comfortable dictating his desires as he was.

As I was standing in the hotel room, with my hands folded together, I was feeling nervous. Jason was acutely aware of how I was feeling, and he calmly approached me in a way that made me feel at ease. He placed his gentle hand on my forehead and wiped away some of my sweat as he moved his hand towards the bottom of my chin. He grabbed my chin firmly and the surprise of his sudden change in demeanor startled me. I looked deeply into his eyes and he smiled at me. Jason leaned down and planted a soft, gentle kiss on my forehead. It sent shivers down my body and I could not stop myself from biting down on my lower lip.

Relax Cassie, he said as he noticed me shaking. There is nothing to fear. Jason paused and looked at me seriously, do you know what a safe word is? He asked. 

Y-yes, I answered.

What is your safe word? He asked with a soft tone. I started to feel more comfortable knowing that we were using a safe word.

Pirate. I answered. It was the first thing that came to mind, but it made sense because I could not think of any scenario where I would feel the need to say that word during sex.

Pirate? He laughed. Apparently, my choice was funny to him, and he walked away for a moment with his hand over his face. I smiled a little at him, and the mood was lightened. That will work. He said once he could get back into character. If you say pirate we will stop everything. Do not be afraid to use it, okay?

Yes sir, I was smiling at him, and I had an urge to fling my hands at him and hug him tightly, but I did not want to break the rules. He was showing me a soft side, and I did not want to discourage him from being sweet. 

Jason and I did not meet by accident. I went out searching for a man to dominate me after going through several relationships with weak men that could never summon the courage to take what they wanted. I grew tired of soft men, and I knew that I had to make a point of finding the type of guy that I required, so I found a dating site that was for people like me. It was a BDSM site, and I was surprised with how few men were signed up for it. A lot of the guys were actually seeking a woman to be the dominant partner, and I could not understand why that was the case. I was beginning to think if the world was no longer producing the caliber of man that generations ago used to exist in abundance. It was a real eye opener for me, but I made do with the options available. There is not much I can change about the world.

Jason’s profile stuck out from the rest. His profile said that he was 6’4" and I could see from his photographs that he was the type of guy that went to the gym. Tall guys were always my thing, but I never had the chance to be with a guy of his size. I was a little nervous about talking to him, because I assumed that he was getting messages from all of the other women on the site. When I was finished looking at all of the photos on the website, I finally decided that the site was worth my time. 

I snapped a few pictures to put on my profile, and I wrote a short description. I was hesitant to say too much as I was not sure who I would come across on the website. The last thing I wanted to do was find myself in a situation where my coworkers were messaging me on the site, and then having to deal with them later as they sulked about me ignoring them. I was after a very specific type of man, a man that I did not have in my life already.

It felt weird to do it, but I messaged Jason first. I was not able to do it, and the website kept putting up a message that said, this user receives too many messages. Please sign up for our premium package to continue. I was so angry, and so I clicked off of his profile and continued to browse the site. Not one single man was nearly as enticing as him, and eventually I broke down and punched my credit card number into the website.

What are you doing Cassie? I said to myself as I clicked the button to confirm payment. How is it that you are the one paying? It was the first time in my life that I was the one that had to jump through hoops to get into a relationship. It was very different than what I had experienced in the past.

Hey, my name is Cassie and I was just reading your profile. I would love to get to know you. Feel free to check out my profile and message me when you have the time! I sent to Jason. 

Right after I sent the message, I stopped browsing the site for other members. I had concluded that he was the only one worth pursuing, and I knew that