I shivered, and looked at myself, wearing my harem dancing clothes, dripping with hanging coins, and silver sequins. I thought about the s*x, the submission, the beatings, and the many whippings as Asura rigorously controlled me. I lived according to his dictates, his patterns, his way, and all to become an extension of his way of life? I had thought he would originally use me as his herald, his messenger. And yet, that was what he was doing. I was spreading his message about how female submission to male domination was the proper way to live. And when I bore his offspring they would become the enforcers of his rule. He had told me so himself. He cared only about the sons; our daughters he would marry off, he said. My girls would never know the power or the glories that I had enjoyed as Ar
