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The Island by Wild Rose
For disclaimers see part I
Part IV: Questions and Revelations
A few hours later, Chris was brought out of a very irritating and very arousing dream by the sound of her mistress crying and whimpering in her sleep. Her blankets were on the ground and she was curled in a foetal position at the upper right quadrant of the bed.
For a couple of minutes she debated wether she should just wait for the other woman to snap out of this apparent nightmare on her own or try and wake her.
When the whimpers changed to half whispered and half choked out words – “No, please don't, please, I'll be good.” – Chris' decision was made.
She couldn't let her suffer like this. She had to do something.
So, she started to talk, and talk, and talk. She voiced the things she had read in the small book, the things she had written in her notebook. She spoke of her confusing thoughts during the time spent in darkness and how her mistress' actions had changed her view.
The form on the bed had slightly relaxed but not enough to get out of the nightmare's grip. She needed to do more than just talk. So, she sat down on the edge of the mattress. Mindful of the woman's sudden reflexes, the blonde was very careful when she touched her but instead of attacking her mistress shrank from the touch, almost like a frightened child, and scooted a bit more towards the middle of the bed.
All the progress made by the sound of her voice was undone in this one instant; but Chris was not ready to simply give up. She closed her eyes to clear her head, and then she began to sing.
The song was about a calf brought to market to be slaughtered because it had not learned to fly like a swallow. It made no sense at all but had a soothing melody that seemed to get through. She could clearly see its effect on the older woman. She was still curled in a ball but the whimpering and crying had stopped.
Encouraged, the blonde sang it again and then a third time. Kathryn's breathing calmed, and with her hands tugged under her chin and her legs stretched out she looked innocent and very young.
Chris covered her with one of her discarded blankets but instead of going back to her mattress she went and stared out of the half-opened window, loosing herself in the idyllic picture of a half moon illuminating gently rolling fields and the dark silhouettes of horses or cattle out on the pasture.
Something told her that she should feel uncomfortable with all this wholesome nature around her. Instead she felt at peace. It felt so strange, being at peace.
The moon was far beyond its zenith when the sound of quiet breathing coming from the bed once again changed. Kathryn was fighting with her covers but this time she was wildly thrashing around. Her mouth was moving as if shouting orders, but there was no sound. Her eyes were open, the comforting blue changed to a cold silver. Though obviously still sleeping she exuded power and authority in an almost alarming degree.
This time, Chris instinctively knew, words or music wouldn't do it. The raven-head was faster, taller, and more muscular than she was, but she didn't have a choice. She had to calm her down before she harmed herself. At first she planned on trying to get her from behind and to simply hold on.
It wasn't a rational decision when she instead darted forwards as soon as the other woman slightly turned to the side. She scooted under her flaying arms and embraced her as best as she could. Kathryn landed a couple of blows in the area of her kidneys; the blonde's breath was cut short but she did all she could not to loose her grip. They wrestled, only for two or three minutes, but to Chris it seemed like an eternity.
Irrationally, she tried to make eye contact with the sleeping woman – and to her surprise the colour of her eyes once again had changed. They now were of a pale blue, no, more of a white tinted with light blue. Her grip intensified, and Chris began to hum. Suddenly, she was twirled around and found her back side pressed against the other woman's front. Her head was resting on Kathryn's right upper arm whose hand was aggressively squeezing her breast. One of her knees was between her thighs and the left hand was stroking her just above her mound.
This, for sure, was not how she wanted their first time to be, despite her vivid dreams. No, she wanted Kathryn to remember what they did, and she wanted her to know that she also wanted it. She could feel long, strong fingers creeping closer to her centre; and yes, there was a voice that urged her to let the woman continue. But it wouldn't be fair, to either of them.
She could have tried calming her down by singing or talking; instead she decided to be honest, though this, to another part of her brain, sounded much like pleading.
“Please, Mistress Kathryn, slow down. Don't do this to me; don't do this to us. I want you to be aware of our first time. Please, Kathryn, don't.” She begged, and the hand stilled its progress. “Your touch makes me want to forget my own will, please, don't let me. Give us a chance. This is just a dream, and I want us to have reality, nothing more, nothing less. Everything‘s all right. Please, my love, my beloved Mistress….”
This continued for quite some time – and in the end, Chris' words were close to nonsensical murmurs, but she achieved what she had set out to do: Kathryn finally fell into a normal sleep.
The blonde wanted to join the older woman in slumber but was wide awake. One of Kathryn's hands was still resting on her right breast, and her left index finger was embedded in her bellybutton. Chris was convinced that sleep now would be totally impossible but before she even knew it, she was back in her dream.
~*~
Chris was bent over the high backed wooden chair. Her whole body hurt but she knew that she only had received strokes on her buttocks. She heard a swishing sound and fiery, hot pain enveloped her. Then there was something touching her thigh just above the hollow of her knee, something very pleasant and reassuring. She knew she shouldn't react to it, but her Mistress fingers were just too much to bear and she relaxed her muscles.
This wasn't the first time that her Mistress had interrupted her punishment to caress her. She was grateful for the respite and relished the gentle touch. It made her wet, and the arousal mixed with the pain from the caning made for a very intense torment.
She knew she deserved it. She had embarrassed her Mistress, her superior in public. At the time, she thought that she'd had a very good reason. However, regardless of how viable her arguments had been, she should have waited until they had more privacy.
To top it off, her words had lacked even a modicum of respect. Her Mistress had never spoken to her without showing respect for her personality, not even when she had been angry or disappointed.
Then the touch was gone. She opened her legs as far as possible, as far as the chain between her ankles allowed. The gloved hand once again touched her thigh and slowly moved up to the junction of her legs. A second hand touched her above the left knee and moved upwards. Soon, two hands were kneading her arse cheeks, mixing pain with pleasure.
She could feel the proximity of another body close by. Then there was the rough texture of her Mistress' work pants touching her thighs and rubbing against her abused buttocks; two hands cupped her breasts, fingers massaging and rolling her nipples. She could feel her wetness slowly running down the inside of her thighs.
Oh, how she longed to be allowed to come.
There was a voice not far from her ears.
“You did well, baby. Just fifteen more; and it will be done. You know how I hate having to punish you.” Her Mistress said.
The hands left her breasts and returned to her arse cheeks. They separated them and brushed over her sphincter, not even trying to enter.
“I love you, little one.”
She relaxed even more and suddenly found herself abandoned; aching for whatever her Mistress wanted to give to her, be it pain or pleasure.
“I know it's hard, my love. You were right with your suggestions. It will make this whole project work more smoothly. This is not about what you said but about the way you said it. You know the rules. This is a punishment; you are not allowed to come without permission.”
Something hard snaked between her legs, not to arouse her further but to emphasise that her body was not hers to command.
Her Mistress definitively knew how to play her body and her mind.
The cane met her buttocks, and she kicked out with her left leg. The next stroke almost took her breath away but this time she was able to hold her position, barely. Her juices were flowing.
“Eight strokes to go.”
She tried to keep her breathing low and regular.
“Seven.”
This one hit straight in the centre – with the next one directly behind.
“Brace yourself, baby.”
Mistress Kathryn said while caressing her buttocks tenderly, not without gently probing her swollen clit from time to time. Two more followed quickly one after the other, adding diagonal marks to the horizontal ones and making her almost jump out of her skin – but miraculously she held her position.
“I want to make the last four really count but your beautiful behind has pretty much gotten all it can take. I don't want to break your skin.”
“May I suggest something, Mistress?” The blonde timidly asked.
“Speak up.”
“Please, may I have the last four on my clit and nether lips? I said horrible things to you today, so horrible that two strokes per word don't seem nearly enough. Please, hit my clit as hard and as often as you like. I don't deserve any better.”
“The cane is not suited for this kind of punishment. What would you prefer, the flogger or the cat?”
The blonde swallowed hard; she had gotten herself into this, so, she had to see it through.
“The cat-of-nine-tails, Mistress.” Her voice was trembling. Though she only had felt it twice, she feared the cat like nothing else.
“Stand up, little one. I will not hurt you beyond reason. Step around the chair,” her Mistress said while sitting down where moments before her head had been, “and come over my knees. The cane might break your skin but my hand will not.”
Chris readily complied; she loved being allowed over her Mistress knees, even when she was wearing these coarse trousers. She knew that nothing bad could happen to her then. The seated woman let her right hand gently rest on the small of her back while the left caressed her welted behind.
“I want you to count the total number, Chris.”
Before she had a chance to confirm, the leather clad hand hit her right in the middle on her sit-spot. Her Mistress always wore riding gloves when wielding the cane.
“Sixty-five. Thank you Mistress.”
Slap!
“Sixty-six. Thank you Mistress.”
She had been trained very well and didn't kick out when the pain from her over-sensitised nerve-endings spread through her whole body. Slap!
“Sixty-seven. Thank you Mistress.”
Slap! This time she couldn't suppress a groan.
“Sixty-eight. Thank you Mistress.”
She felt more than heard how her Mistress removed her gloves and threw them to the ground, next to the cane. The blonde didn't want to stand up and face the world again, so she begged.
“Please, Mistress, continue my punishment. I can take more, I'm sure I can.”
“Justice is satisfied, Chris, and your debt has been paid in full. Relax; let go of your guilt. You lost your temper. It happens to the best of us. You are forgiven.”
The blonde began to cry, the tears she had been holding back during the whole ordeal of her punishment were now running freely.
“Yes, that's it, my love, cry. Get it out of your system. Let it go.”
Her Mistress caressed her shoulder-length hair; the gentle, comforting touch made her cry even harder.
“Let the tears purify you, baby. Everything is all right…”
Her Mistress continued to whisper soothing words until there were no more tears left to cry.
“Spread your legs for me, Chris.”
The hand that just had let her feel burning pain now was between her legs. Two fingers spread her labia, the thumb rested on her sphincter, and the middle finger was circling her clit.
The arousal that had abated during her crying fit was back in full force but she knew her Mistress was only teasing her. Because of her angry words she deserved to go without release for at least a week; she deserved to be brought to the edge of release over and over again and be denied.
The thumb now was rhythmically pressing down on her anal opening without trying to enter and the finger on her clit had stopped its motion. She could feel her blood pulsing against the fingertip as if desperately trying to find a way out.
Chris began to moan and incoherently beg. “Oh, Goddess… You're so good to me, Mistress… Please, don't stop…. You feel so good… Arrghh, please…”
She wriggled her ass, trying to get as much out of the contact as she possibly could. The thought of ultimately being denied her release heightened her arousal. She was dripping by now.
Suddenly two fingers quickly entered her and started to forcefully pump in and out in a steady, but slow rhythm. A third was added and the tempo increased. She longed to take even more but the chain between her ankles limited her freedom of movement.
Chris more than anything else wanted to please her Mistress; she wanted to obey her but she was so close to orgasm, so close. Her body went rigid with the strain to control herself but she didn't deserve the release.
“Come for me, little one. Now!”
Never was an order obeyed with more abandon and gratefulness. The orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave and she cried her Mistress' name like she always did in the throws of passion.
~*~
Chris bolted awake, acutely aware that her arousal was not a dream. She had done it again, had dreamed about herself in a submissive role with Kathryn as her Mistress, and had dreamed about enjoying pain and punishment, about being grateful for it. Something defiantly was not right with her.
Her sudden movement also woke the raven-head spooned behind her.
“How did you end up in my bed, Chris?”
She sounded more surprised than annoyed but the younger woman immediately jumped up and started to babble.
“Calm down, would you? Take a deep breath and calm down. – Yes, that's it.”
Chris closed her eyes. ‘Dear Goddess,' she thought, ‘Kathryn's voice was so sexy, a bit rough with sleep.' She was getting weak in the knees and missed the other woman's question.
“Chris, listen, I asked you something. Did I have a nightmare?” That finally brought her back.
“Yes Mistress. You were thrashing around and I tried to calm you down. I must have fallen asleep, I'm sorry, Mistress, I know it's not allowed.”
She let her head hang, clearly expecting to be punished.
“I will not punish you for being compassionate, Chris. I should have warned you about the nightmares. I'm afraid it won't be the last time. They come and go rather irregularly. Now, go and take a shower while I see that we get something to eat. It's time to start this day.”
When Kathryn returned with a tray of cereals and coffee, the blonde was just putting the chair in front of the fire place.
“Let's eat first, Chris. The maintenance spanking can wait a few minutes. But I'm proud that I hadn't to remind you.”
‘Oh boy,' Chris silently answered, ‘with my dreams, how could I have forgotten?' Out loud she answered. “Yes, Mistress, thank you.”
They ate in silence, both of them occupied with their own thoughts.
“Go and fetch the paddle, please.”
The blonde turned to the closet, opened the door, and looked at a variety of paddles. “Take the third one from the right, Chris.”
The blonde returned and knelt down, with the right knee first.
“Please, take this instrument of discipline and help me to learn my place, Mistress.” She said, repeating a phrase she had read in the small book.
The other woman kissed her forehead and took the paddle out of her hands.
“Please bend over the back of the chair, now, Chris, and concentrate on holding your position.”
Kathryn started with the paddle. Five hard strokes later, all of them aimed for the centre of her buttocks, the tall woman switched to her hands. She alternately slapped first the right and then the left cheek with equal force, never changing speed or angle. Chris wasn't surprised when the paddle once again hit her dead centre.
She mentally counted. ‘Four, three, two, one.'
“Stand up, Chris, you know what to do.”
Chris knelt in front of the older woman and wordlessly kissed the leather paddle and then the back of her Mistress' hands. She even remembered asking to be allowed to put it back where it belonged, returned and once again kissed the hands.
Kathryn placed the customary kiss on her forehead and told her to stand up.
“It's time to put you in your restraints, Chris. Come.”
They returned to the closet and the tall woman opened the drawer with the restraints and pulled out a soft leather strip.
“Put your hands behind your back, please, and hold them together.”
A small click told her that the rings of her wrist cuffs had been fastened together. A loop forced her thumbs together, putting her hands back to back. The leather then was twice threaded through her fingers, effectively immobilising them. The bondage pulled back her shoulders and Chris felt horribly exposed but at the same time she surprised herself with the thought that she more than deserved her punishment.
“That's it, Chris. You have to be careful when you descend any stairs or such. With the hands held on the back the balance tends to be slightly off. Before I put the ball-gag in place I want you to promise me that you will just observe, quietly and unobtrusively. Regardless of what will happen, later this day and in the days to come, you will not try to interfere. Don't disappoint me by failing this part of your punishment.”
“I promise, Mistress, I will stay as calm as possible.”
“That's not good enough, Chris. I want your word that you will not interfere, under any circumstances.”
The blonde turned pleading green eyes towards her mistress but finally relented.
“You have my word, Mistress. May I ask a question?” The other woman nodded. “Why don't you use the collar to keep me silent?”
“I told you, I prefer a more hands-on approach to things. Besides, with the collar, one tends to forget that talking is not possible. With the gag, there will be no chance that it may slip your mind. You will stay with me the whole time, except for meal times and during the night. My second-in-command will take care of you then.”
“But I'm supposed to spend my nights at the foot of your bed, Mistress.” The blonde protested.
“The head of Supervisors will use my bed, Chris, and your mattress will become mine for a while. Cassandra will take good care of you. Believe me: it's better this way. And now, open your mouth, wide.”
It was a bright red rubber ball with elastic straps that closed behind the head. It had a hole in the middle, making it easier to breathe.
~*~
Kathryn had just finished her shower and was buttoning her blouse when there was a knock on the door. She replied and a woman with short brown hair entered. “Kathryn, we just got word that she will be here in about two hours.”
“Is everything ready for her arrival?” Chris thought she detected a hint of apprehension in her mistress' words.
“As far as one can possibly be ready for her, yes, Kathryn.”
Cassandra answered with a small smile that did nothing to calm the bound and gagged blonde.
“Linda left at dawn. She took food for three days. Cookie volunteered as her contact. Project G has been taken care of; the labs and offices are ready for inspection. I just wish that there was more I could do for you, Kat.”
“You're doing enough, my friend. Just take care of Chris and keep her safe – and see that our guest doesn't throw a wrench in our routine. Let her believe she does but keep her from doing it. The last time she got bored with me rather quickly. I don't think this visit will be different.”
Chris was standing to the side, frustrated almost out of her mind after only a few minutes of being robbed of her freedom of movement and speech. The next few days would be pure torture, she was certain.
“Last time, it took you almost three weeks to recover from the three days she was here, Kat.”
“Yes, but she's still in the middle of her inspection tour. There are a lot of things she can delegate to her minions but others are impossible to postpone. This time she also will not stay more than three days, even if she suddenly should find me more interesting than I expect. Consider yourself in command as soon as her transport enters the village, Cassy. And now, I have some paperwork to tend to.”
~*~
Another knock on the door; Kathryn looked up from the sheaves of paper in front of her.
“Come in.”
‘That's curious,' Chris thought, ‘yesterday her desk had been almost bare.' Kathryn had cleaned it up every time she had tackled a new project. ‘Why did she deliberately want to create the impression that she was messy and disorganised?'
“She has been spotted, Kathryn. Ten more minutes to go.”
“Thank you, Stevie. Make sure that everyone continues with their work. We don't want her to believe that we have been waiting for her. I want her focused on me, and on nothing else. Chris, stand up please. Go to the other side of the room and face the wall, face the corner.”
Kathryn returned to her paperwork as if all of this was every day's business but all of Chris' instincts told her that it wasn't.
While peeking over her mistress' shoulders this morning, she had read the crew manifest of Domain 1. Linda was the highest ranking doctor here, the third in command; sending her out when an inspection was due seemed highly inappropriate.
Everyone that had come into Kathryn's office this morning had seemed on edge somehow, and still they kept up their formal demeanour; she just couldn't make head or tail of it.
She hated being relegated to the corner. She hated that there was nothing she could do. She hated that this was all her fault – but somehow she managed to stay still and wait for the next command of her mistress.
She also waited for another knock on the sturdy wooden door but instead the door was impatiently and forcefully pushed open about fifteen minutes later – at least that's what it sounded like. A chair was pushed back and fell, hitting something hard with its full momentum only a few heartbeats later.
“Mistress, Supervisor Jolene, we didn't expect you this early. Welcome to Domain 1.”
To Chris her mistress voice didn't sound sincere, Hades, it didn't even sound familiar. There was nothing of the seductive pull she had become accustomed to feel.
“Cut the crap, Kathy. I'm not interested in what you expected. You have five minutes to delegate your duties and join me in your living room to discuss your transgressions. Don't make me wait; you know how I hate waiting.”
‘Was it possible to hate someone from the sound of their voice alone?' Chris asked herself. It was high-pitched but without any intonation. It grated on her nerves – and there was nothing she could do in her present condition.
Kathryn pressed a few buttons on her desk and then ordered her to follow. Chris already knew that she wouldn't like what she probably was about to see. She also knew that she had brought it upon herself, and that she just would have to take it.
When her mistress knocked politely on the door to her own apartment, the blonde became alarmed.
TO BE CONTINUED