Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 16

"You can make your submission special," he went on, "by choosing a title to call me by that you alone will use."

"I used to call you 'my chief' but you never liked that."

"True. Try something else."

"May I call you 'Master'?"

It was more submission than Ezra desired but it would make their relationship unique and satisfy Kalyndra. It made him wonder for a moment which of them actually had the power in this relationship, but he left the question in the back of his mind.

"You can call me 'Master' and I will call you 'Pet'."

That was good enough for her.

"Please, Master, kiss me."

He did, with passionate desire and the joy of ownership. She was weak, in pain and restrained, but she returned his passion with loving interest, turning his cock hard, making him yearn for her.

"Please, Master, can I suck your cock?"

He loosed her from the palm trees and tied her arms behind her back. She fell onto her knees and he pushed her against a palm tree. She looked up at him, her willing mouth open and took in his stiff cock. Despite her aches and the dull numbing pain still throbbing over her body, she put on a good show, licking and sucking, bobbing her head, making him groan with pleasure. It was a loving blow-job, with caressing lips and a teasing tongue that she flicked from side to side and down to his balls.

She looked up at him with doleful black eyes, adoring him, happy to be the target of his sexual need.

When he was fully worked up, he pulled out.

"Master, are you ready to fuck your Pet?"

"Yes!"

He turned her around and bent her over, fastening her arms to the palm tree, pointing upward, so she was bent double, her head by her ankles, her legs spread, her sodden pussy inviting.

Ezra stuffed his cock into her up to the hilt and began fucking her hard. She rocked with the onslaught, panting, moaning, gasping with joy, despite the rigour of her position and the pressure on her poor tormented buttocks.

Nervous energy expended, a deeper passion abided as Ezra slowed down and pumped Kalyndra to a more sedate rhythm, enjoying her moaning response. She felt a welcome orgasm starting deep in her vagina, the more delicious because cumming on his cock would be a gift for her master.

The blood collecting in her brain added to the sensation, making her lose awareness of where she was, stopping her thinking of anything else. All the joy of her body was dedicated to him, making the coming orgasm stronger. She moaned with every wonderful thrust, feeling the pleasure deep inside, while the stings from the flogging turned warm all over her body.

Kalyndra gasped and came hard. Ezra held his cock in her until the spasm faded, then he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, pulled out and slammed in. She moaned loudly, crying out with every thrust. Her hard nipples ached.

"Please, Master, squeeze my nipples!" she begged.

He took her nipples in a pincer grip and twisted them. She cried out with mixed pleasure and pain. She held her breath and came again. The ripples in her pussy massaged his cock with an exquisite rhythmic squeeze. It brought him off at last. One last thrust and he came, feeling the warm pleasure in his cock and a relieving spasm. He gripped her hard as he pulsed spunk into her vagina.

After they'd rested and talked, they swam back to the shore. The fishermen were dragging the raft up the beach when Devon noticed their bobbing heads.

"Who's that swimming?" she asked one of the women who came to help carry the catch back to the settlement.

"It's Ezra and Kalyndra," she said, telling Devon the story of Kalyndra's fight with Cressi, which ended when Ezra dragged her off to the island. Puzzled, Devon returned to the shore to wait for her bedmates to return. Some of the Mariners came with her.

Ezra and Kalyndra reached the shallows and stood up to walk the last thirty feet. From that distance, Devon clearly saw the bruises and welts covering Kalyndra's body. She turned to the inquisitive women.

"Go away, you lot!" she ordered. "Give them some privacy."

Although the women of Samothea understood the concept of privacy, they had no use for it. They stayed put until Ferne arrived. She used her authority as deputy-chief to disperse the nosy women, shepherding them back to the camp; then she stood guard at the top of the dunes, looking back on the beach, leaving Devon alone beside Kalyndra and Ezra's clothes, arms folded, a look of profound disapproval on her naturally sad face.

Devon's look turned to puzzlement when she saw how happy Kalyndra was. The girl was covered in stripes from a brutal whipping but she was beaming with joy, holding Ezra's hand tightly.

"Kali, what's going on?" Devon demanded. "They told me you'd been fighting with Cressi. How is that possible? And what has Ezra done to you?"

Still smiling, Kalyndra reluctantly dropped Ezra's hand and went to hug her bedmate. She whispered in Devon's ear:

"It's all right. It's exactly what I wanted."

"But I don't understand," Devon whispered back. "You and Cressi have always been friends. You've never fought before ..."

Then she realised:

"You got me to swap jobs so you could pick a fight with her!" Devon exclaimed.

"Shh! Darling. I'll explain later. Please don't let him know?"

"All right, I won't, if you can tell me that this was worth it."

She pinched one of the reddest bruises on Kalyndra's bottom.

"Ow!" Kalyndra moaned, wincing.

"Well?" Devon demanded.

"God, yes! It was worth every bruise."

Devon nodded, beginning to understand.

Ezra was dressed now, so Devon helped Kalyndra put on her skirt and jacket, adjusting her long hair and leather garments to try to hide the worst of the welts. Kalyndra didn't care: they were marks of pride for her. They walked up the beach, past Ferne, who eyed her daughter's bruises.

"I'll talk to you later, young lady," Ferne said.

"Yes, Mum," Kalyndra meekly replied.

The two girls went off together, leaving Ezra to face Ferne alone.

"A word with you, please?" she said to him.

"Of course."

"Care to explain?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I can."

"Make an effort," Ferne said sharply, not caring for prevarication.

"Well, your daughter and I play a game together ..."

"A sex-game?"

"Yes ... where I pretend to dominate her and she pretends to submit to me."

"Very well, and ...?"

"... and Kalyndra wanted it to be more than a game and I've agreed. But I think, perhaps, I may have been manipulated."

"I don't doubt it. Kalyndra's very crafty. She gets it from me. ... So she's now your ... what would you call it?"

"She wants to call herself 'slave', though I don't like that word."

"What word do you like?"

"Lover."

"But that doesn't cover it, so far as I can see."

"No it doesn't. Do you disapprove, Ferne? I really don't want a slave but I've given my word to Kali. You could overrule her."

"Not on your life," Ferne said with a chuckle. "My daughter knows her own mind as well as anyone and she usually gets what she wants. If she's to be your slave, I can give you only one piece of advice."

"What is it?"

"Get yourself a good whip!"

Smiling to himself, Ezra returned to his hut while Ferne went to seek Calliope in her boat. On her way, she passed Cressi and Kalyndra, who were hugging and clearly friends again.

Although Devon wanted to get her back to their hut, Kalyndra had sought out Cressi to ask her forgiveness.

"Cressi, I was stupid and jealous," she said. "I'm sorry I attacked you."

"It's all right," Cressi said. "You're lucky Ezra intervened. I was just getting ready to clobber you."

Cressi had been trapped under the bigger girl but she had the pride of a Mariner woman and never admitted defeat. Kalyndra respected this, saying:

"Then I'm glad he rescued me. ... I love you, Cressi. I'll never fight with you again. Your friendship is too important to me."

"I forgive you, Kalyndra. Jealousy's a bitch."

"Yes she is," Devon agreed, "and I need to take this bitch back to our hut to get some soothing oil on her. Come on, you two: kiss and make up."

Kalyndra held Cressi and kissed her on the mouth, a passionate but non-sexual embrace that told Cressi the whole story. Cressi kissed her back, holding her around the waist. It lasted until Devon pulled them apart and led her bedmate away.

Calliope was working in her boat when Ferne knocked and entered. The medical text-book was on the seat beside her, open on the last page she'd allowed herself to read before tribal duties demanded her attention. The table was smothered in sheets of tree-bark paper covered with lists of prices, calculations and crudely-drawn graphs.

"Problems?" Ferne asked.

"Just looking through the accounts since I became chief. We're not doing as well as before. Prices haven't changed but we're producing less. We're especially short of sponges."

"Is it a problem?"

"Not yet, probably never; after all, we don't need to save for Cloner Tokens anymore; but it interferes with my hopes."

"I know, you want to buy back luxuries from the Cloners."

"Not all. Just fancy clothes, a mirror or two. Some nice crockery. Something better than tree-bark to write on."

"You know why we're down on sponges?" Ferne asked,

"Tell me."

"Since you broke the system of factions, the jobs are allocated more fairly but less efficiently. Few people want to dive for sponges and we won't let them dive for so long."

"I don't want to force anyone to do unpleasant or dangerous work," Calliope said, "but we need to be more productive. Can you think of a way to improve things?"

Ferne sat silently for a minute.

"I wonder if we could use Ezra's under-water breathing apparatus to make longer and safer dives?" she suggested.

"Good idea. Will you arrange a trial while he's here?"

Ferne nodded.

"By the way," Calliope asked. "What was the commotion earlier? Should I get involved?"

"No. Just two silly girls fighting over Ezra. No damage done and all is made up again."

"Which girls?"

"Kalyndra and Cressi."

"Really? Who was to blame?"

"Kalyndra, of course."

"Very well. I'm going to take Mirselene's advice. She says a wise chief shouldn't notice everything that goes on in her tribe."

Though the conversation seemed over, yet Ferne still sat comfortably in her seat. It was clear she had something to say. Calliope collected her papers together and relaxed back, waiting for her deputy to speak.

"Calliope, do you ever fantasise about being tied up and whipped?"

"Good God, no! Why would I want that? We're talking about a sexual fantasy, aren't we? One of yours?"

"Yes. I knew about men only from books, of course, but every sexual fantasy I ever had was about a man tying me up and dominating me. I can't see how my daughter got it from me, but where else?"

"Indeed. So is it just Kalyndra whom Ezra ties up and whips?"

"No. He's done it to Devon and Cressi as well."

"Did he demand it of them?"

"No, they wanted it."

"So what's the problem? Are you worried about our girls getting injured?"

"No, not physically injured. I was just thinking that, now Thalassa is bedmates with Kalyndra and Devon, she might be inclined to join in."

"Oh, I don't think that's likely, do you?"

"I can't say. She's a sensible girl; but who knows what might tempt her, or what she might do to fit in?"

"Well I'm not worried. She's of age and can do as she pleases. Besides, she's not one of those silly teenage girls who is easily led."

"No, she's not. She's wise far beyond her years."

"So what other than injury are you worried about?"

"I'm worried she might like it."

"So she might," Calliope smiled. "I'm sanguine, Ferne. If you're not concerned about Kalyndra, despite what you say Ezra does to her, then I certainly won't worry about Thalassa. Shall we go to tea?"

******

In their hut, Devon had Kalyndra spread out on the bed, face down, and was smothering her with soothing nut-oil, massaging it deeply into her sore buttocks. Kalyndra sighed heavily and closed her eyes.

"All right, Darling," Devon said before Kalyndra got too relaxed to talk, "what was that all about?"

"Limits," Kalyndra replied.

"What do you mean 'limits'?"

"My limits and Ezra's. I wanted to know how much punishment I could take and also how much he was willing to give me."

"Did you learn those limits?"

"Oh, God, yes! I've never asked him to stop before because he's never punished me hard enough. Today he did."

"That's what you wanted? That's what got you so aroused you're still horny and wet?"

"Yes. To get Ezra to discipline me so hard I had to beg him to stop - knowing he could have punished me even harder - was the most powerful feeling I've ever had. I lost myself. My mind went elsewhere. It was just him and my need for him. It was amazing!"

"So what was your limit?"

"When he flogged my nipples. He hit me so hard I had an orgasm - a huge, mind-numbing, squirting orgasm. I can still feel it."

"You let him flog your beautiful tits?"

Devon had highly-sensitive nipples and didn't like them being touched when she was aroused. Kalyndra was different.

"Don't worry," Kalyndra said: "he'll never do anything like that to you."

"He better bloody not!"

"I hope he'll do it to me again, though, lots. ... Devon, you know we talked about this, about what I truly want?"

"Yes."

"Well I have it. Ezra accepted my submission. I'm his slave now. I can serve him as much as I want. He's my Master and I'm his Pet."

Devon understood. She didn't exactly approve but she understood.

She knew that sex with Ezra was special for Kalyndra. It was pretty special for her as well. But sex wasn't everything and the way her bedmate was talking confirmed a special kind of love between Kalyndra and Ezra, a love that left her out.

She wasn't jealous of Ezra but Devon couldn't help feeling a pang seeing Kalyndra so happy, feeling so safe and warm and loved.

Unconsciously, Devon put more effort into the massage, pressing hard on Kalyndra's back and thighs. Kalyndra sighed deeply again and relaxed on the bed. Devon was not so relaxed, however. As always, she said what was on her mind.

"If you're his full-time slave, does that mean you're leaving us?"

"I'm never leaving you, Devon."

"But you vowed to follow him; and now he's accepted your submission ..."

"This is instead of following him."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll never leave you, Devon. To serve my Master when he's here is my compensation for not following him. It's something to cling to when we're apart; and maybe something to bring him back to me when he needs his Pet."

"I still don't understand."

"It's Megan's fault. She told us how jealous she was of Gloria at the Cloner Fair. Well, I felt jealous of Cressi this morning. Not as jealous as I pretended, of course. I love Cressi and I'm happy she got Ezra to play with her. But now I know how deeply jealousy can bite, how it can feel like a knife in the guts."

"I'm not Gloria, of course, but I'm quite pretty; so if I'm always with Ezra, going where he goes, serving him, sharing his bed, lots of his other bedmates will feel like Megan did - as I did. I never want to inflict that pain on anyone else. So I'm staying here."

Devon smacked Kalyndra's sore bottom.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"'Quite pretty', you say? You're the most beautiful woman on Samothea, as you very well know!"

Kalyndra smiled.

"Nonsense," she said, modestly. "Anyway, that's what today's pantomime was all about: getting Ezra to dominate me completely and test my limits. I'm sorry I included you in my subterfuge."

"That's all right, Darling. I'm always willing to go along with your twisted sexual experiments. ... Turn over."

Kalyndra turned and Devon started massaging the soothing oil into her bruised thighs and stomach. Kalyndra was still in sexual heat. It was palpable.

"You're still buzzing," Devon said. "You really are insatiable, aren't you?"

"I know. It's wonderful, isn't it?"

Devon massaged her way up to Kalyndra's shoulders, working around her breasts, stroking their undersides with her thumb, then coming back down to spread oil gradually further up the beautiful mounds. Kalyndra had a glowing luminance and the sweet nut-oil made her glisten. She was hot to the touch and breathing heavily, steamy arousal building.

Devon encouraged it. She felt between Kalyndra's legs and began to fondle her pussy. Kalyndra sighed deeply. Devon rubbed her fingers gently along Kalyndra's prominent clitoris and around her long wet slit.

Kalyndra caught her breath and began gently to buck. She moaned a little when Devon scissored her fingers to nip the clitoris on her upward pass, sneaking two fingers between Kalyndra's folds on the downward sweep.

"You're enjoying this too much," Devon said. She slapped Kalyndra's pussy. It was one part of her that Ezra (always the gentleman) had neglected to punish. Her clitoris was engorged and super-sensitive now.

"Ow! What are you doing?" Kalyndra exclaimed.

"Dominating you."

"You can't!" Kalyndra protested, amused by her girlfriend. "Ezra dominates me and I dominate you. That's how it works. It's a balance."

"I'm tipping the balance."

She rubbed Kalyndra's pussy again, dipping a finger into her slit while pressing with her palm on the clit. Kalyndra squirmed happily, feeling an orgasm approaching.

Devon withdrew her hand and slapped her pussy again.

"Oh, God!" Kalyndra cried.

Devon fondled her with her thumb on the clit, fingers in her vagina. Kalyndra moaned.

"Oh, God! Darling!, we can't ... uh, uh, Oh! God! ... we can't dominate each other. ... It's absurd."

"We can take turns."

Kalyndra had nothing sensible to reply. She spread her legs and arched her back, breathing heavily. She bucked her pelvis faster.

Devon slapped her pussy yet again, stopping the approaching orgasm in its tracks, making Kalyndra lie still.

"God, Darling! It's not fair!" she protested.

Devon's sarcastic answer was interrupted by a swish of the curtain over the door and a bright new voice, talking merrily before she was even fully in the hut. It was Thalassa, coming back from work and wanting to check on the amazing story she'd heard.

She stopped when she took in the scene. Her tall voluptuous bedmate, with her long black hair dishevelled, her eyes tight shut, bruises all over her gorgeous tanned body, in the throws of ecstasy, making long deep moans of sexual delight, turning side-to-side as Devon stood over her with an evil grin.

"Ooh! What's happening?" Thalassa asked. "Can I join in?"

"Of course you can," Devon invited. "I'm punishing Kalyndra for fighting with Cressi. Do you know where her bag of ropes is?"

"Oh God, Devon!" Kalyndra pleaded. "Please, no!"

It was useless to plead. Devon was in an odd mood and all Thalassa could see was how much fun the girls were having. She fetched the ropes and together they tied Kalyndra's wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed, spread wide.

Devon began to lick one of Kalyndra's sorely bruised and tender nipples. Following her lead, Thalassa bent to the other tit. Together they massaged Kalyndra's thighs, working slowly and gently up to her pussy.

Devon began to suck at the tit, making Kalyndra moan even more. Thalassa did the same. Kalyndra whined loudly.

Devon stuck her finger back in Kalyndra's soaking pussy. She pushed downward while Thalassa worked on her clitoris.

"Oh God!" Kalyndra cried. "I'm going to cum!"

But Devon sucked harder at the tit and began to rub inside her vagina. Thalassa also increased the pressure on tit and clit.

"Use your teeth," Devon said to Thalassa and together they nibbled hard at Kalyndra's sore aching nipples. The girl bucked hard.

"No! No! Please don't!" Kalyndra begged.

"Harder, Thalassa!" Devon ordered. "Bite her!"