The Island

The Island by Wild Rose

For disclaimers see part I

Part VI: Between Dream and Reality

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 due to the chain between her ankles her freedom of movement was rather limited.

Chris 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. 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.

She stayed in her position for some time and was surprised to find that she didn't know exactly how long. The soothing caress of her Mistress' hand on her burning flesh was too good to give up just yet.

“We have to go back to work, Chris.”

With a groan the blonde let herself slide from Kathryn's knees. She knelt in front of her Mistress and kissed both of her hands. Between kisses she murmured,

“Thank you for disciplining me, Mistress. Please let me give you pleasure now.”

“We have to work, Chris.”

She looked up to her Mistress with pleading green eyes. “Please, Kathryn. Let me pleasure you. Show me that I'm truly forgiven, please, Kathryn.”

“You don't play fair, baby.” The taller woman answered with a twinkle in her blue eyes. “But you took your punishment so bravely and the play of your muscles was so beautiful when you tried not to come. It made me wet just to look at you; and this will surely keep me from concentrating.

“So, I'll grant your wish but to make it more interesting there are three conditions. You have to undress me first, you will not use your hands, and you are not allowed to come, not until we are alone and in our bedroom tonight.” Kathryn stood and pushed the chair a few inches back. “Think you can do this?”

A challenge, Chris loved a challenge. She clasped her hands behind her back and leaned in, her nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of the work pants. They instantly got hard but she ignored this and began to unfasten the wide belt around her Mistress', her lover's slim waist. She took the end of the leather strap between her teeth to push it through the belt loop.

As a rule, Kathryn was not served this way; she was almost fiercely independent. So, this was a rare treat for her and she intended to make the best of it.

Chris soon had the end worked free, pulling from one side and pushing from the other. She could feel her lover's amused eyes on her. A quick pull let the buckle pin pop out of the second to last puncture in the leather strip. Her tongue pushed the pin back as far as it would go and then she threaded the leather out of the buckle.

She kissed the buckle as she had done many times after this very belt had blistered her behind or welted the inside of her thighs. It was her Mistress favourite instrument for an impromptu punishment session.

She licked the cold metal and then closed her teeth around it and pulled. At first it resisted but then slid out of the loops and came free. She felt every single of the sixty-four cane strokes she had received when she bent down to deposit the belt on the ground. With her hands still behind her back she slowly came up again and for a heartbeat made eye contact with her raven haired lover.

Chris turned her attention back to the task at hand, silently thanking her good fortune that this particular pair of work pants had a Velcro strip and a zipper instead of buttons. Opening buttons with her mouth only really would have been hard. As it was, the wide trousers quickly dropped to the ground, revealing the plain silk of Kathryn's underwear. She didn't like to wear things with lace and stuff but she liked seeing it on her blonde lover.

Kathryn stepped out of the trousers but made no move to help any further. Chris wanted to rip her Mistress' panties off but restrained herself; she had to do this the right way even though the scent of arousal wafting to her made her wet, no, wetter. She took a deep calming breath and tried to focus.

She tugged at the right side of the panties and pulled them down about an inch. She did the same to the other side; then returned to the right. Each time first kissing the skin just above the waistband, she had the offending garment down only a couple of minutes later.

Chris avoided looking at Kathryn's now exposed sex. With her eyes to the ground she said,

“Please sit down, Mistress. It will be more comfortable for you and it will give me better access.”

Kathryn complied without a word; she even spread her legs to make it easier for her lover. The blonde began by tentatively licking the kneecap to her right, deliberately keeping away from the area around the hollow of the knee, one of her Mistress' few ticklish spots. She didn't want to break the mood now, sensing the rising sexual tension in the other's body.

She let the tip of her tongue circle, barely touching the skin and worked her way to the upper part of the thigh. For a moment, she thought about stopping and doing the same to the other leg but she could see her mistress wetness glittering at the apex of her legs and had to taste her, now.

However, that didn't mean that she wouldn't take her sweet time. She combined almost non-existent touches of her lips with blowing cold air on the nether region. Kathryn's hips involuntarily rocked forwards and she moaned. Encouraged she replaced her lips by the touch of her tongue, causing the other woman to nearly slip from the seat in her need to get closer. Chris looked up and found her eyes changed from their usual dark blue to white tinted with a light blue, a dead give-away of her arousal.

Chris now completely concentrated on the outer labia, peppering them with tiny kisses, never once touching the clit or parting her folds. The anticipation alone made her mistress' drip and Chris wanted her to ask for more, to beg her. She didn't have to wait for long.

“Please, sweetheart, go inside. I need you inside of me.”

Quick as lightning, her tongue darted out and began to swirl around the inner labia, pushing the tension up another notch. She knew she wouldn't be able to reach Kathryn's G-spot without the help of her long fingers, so she didn't even try. But she delved deeper, sucking the inner lips in her mouth and scraping them gently with her teeth.

It wasn't planned but her nose touched the already unhooded clit and her breathing made the little knob quiver and pulse with need. Kathryn moaned and whimpered, offering no resistance to her teasing.

It was always a thrill to the blonde when this strong, self-reliant woman gave herself over to her care.

“Please, Chris, please.”

As always Chris was enthralled when Kathryn trusted her enough to beg, to show weakness. This time was made even more special because it hadn't been planned.

Chris stopped her ministrations to the nether lips and closed her mouth over the clit, suckling it as she would a nipple. She knew she now could have taken her hard and fast without the other woman objecting but she wanted this to be a treat for her lover.

The blonde was well aware that soon Kathryn would begin to blame herself for having been forced to punish Chris. It happened every time she had to be punished harshly because her temper got the better of her. She didn't blame her Mistress for fulfilling her duty, but the tall woman did and usually had to be patiently coaxed out of her unnecessary guilt trip.

Perhaps this time they could avoid that completely. Taking her now, making her come, with as much gentleness and love as she was capable of giving, hopefully would have an effect on the stubborn woman. She loved her too much to let her hurt herself this way.

She lavished all her attention on the pulsing bud, disregarding the insistent throbbing between her own legs. It would not be much longer now. Chris continued her gentle movements, every now and then interrupting to lap up some of her Mistress' sweet nectar – and just before she grazed the clit with her upper front teeth, she whispered,

“I'm close, my dear. I know you're close.

~*~

Chris woke with a jerk; something had broken her out of her very pleasant, very arousing dream but the room was quiet except for the sound of Cassandra's deep and regular breathing only a few feet away. The redhead had taken a sleeping aid just before going to bed and was blissfully undisturbed by whatever had jolted herself out of sleep.

‘What a dream! And it kept getting better and better.' She mused with a grin while trying to decide if she should wait for her arousal to abate on its own or better should take things into her own hands. It was strange how deep and intense her feelings for the tall raven-head were in her dreams. Her trust in her was complete and she was nervous and almost unsettled whenever they were apart.

The blonde tried to compare her dream feelings with what she was feeling now, in reality. All day long, standing bound and gagged close to her, having to witness how the head of Supervisors tried to humiliate her, having to witness how she was tortured by the evil woman; all day long she had silently suffered with and for Kathryn. It was more than pity or compassion or even guilt – because, after all, this was all her fault. It was something deeper but she didn't have a word for it.

It was a feeling that made her want to jump and kill Supervisor Jolene for what she was doing to her mistress.

‘Surprising how easy it now is to think of her that way,' Chris thought. ‘I wonder when I will stop to question it.'

And at the same time she had been awestruck by the tall woman's beauty and grace and dignity – not the least during the long hours of a tedious inspection tour during which the woman had tried to slight Kathryn's work and those of her people but they all had risen to the occasion and had refused to take her bait.

She knew Kathryn was proud of the others, and this afternoon when returning from the stables she had vowed to somehow give her mistress reason to be proud of her too.

The woman had been riding in a buckboard driven by Cassandra, Kathryn's second-in-command, and the tall woman had been ordered to keep up by foot. The redhead kept a steady pace, fast enough to satisfy the evil bitch but slow enough to allow her mistress to jog at the side without having to break in a full-out run.

Chris had been seated at the rear of the buckboard and had thus a very good view of the play of muscles in her thighs. The long skirt she was wearing had been scooped up and her long, powerful strides made it look like she was doing this every day – not a small feat if one thought of what she had been put through earlier this day: electrocuted, paddled, and then the horrible ordeal with the cane, breaking the skin. And then…

~*~

Back in the living room, they found Supervisor Jolene sitting at the dinner table and writing in a dog-eared notebook, very similar to the one her mistress had given to her. She looked up when she heard the bedroom door.

“Oh, there you are, and right on time, I'm impressed.” She said with a cold voice. “Go to the closet, open the doors, and kneel to its right. Unbutton the blouse and put your hands behind your neck, elbows to the side.”

Two minutes, thirty-five seconds later the woman closed the notebook and slowly came over to them.

“While you were in there with your pets, I had some time to think, Kathy. I still think the elders made a big mistake by appointing you to this domain. Last time I didn't find any evidence of neglect but this time you didn't have enough time to sufficiently prepare for my arrival. So, I will make sure to check every nook and cranny of it and write a very thorough report for the Council. You took the Initiate from my dear Sara; it would be a just recompense for her to take over your job here, don't you think, my pet?”

Kathryn's answer obviously didn't come fast enough because a hand slapped her hard across the face, inversed its course and backhanded her other cheek.

“Answer, damn you!”

“I trust that your report to the Council of Elders will, as always, give a fair and thorough account of the proceedings on Domain 1, Mistress. I also am confident that your report in no regard will differ from the monthly reports the Council receives from Cookie and I.”

“Damn meddling cunt.” The woman grunted.

“Mistress, you may call me every name you want but I demand that you treat my people with the respect they deserve, especially Cookie.”

This earned her another two slaps.

“Don't forget your place, ‘Supervisor Kathryn'. In fact I will make fucking sure that you don't forget who you belong to during my inspection.”

She opened one of the drawers and soon came up with a set of vicious looking nipple clamps. She fastened them on the kneeling woman's firm orbs and screwed tight, without even trying to first get them hard. The gleeful expression on her face was telling Chris how much she thought they would hurt but Kathryn didn't move a muscle. Satisfied with her handiwork, she closed the blouse and ordered her to stand up. Everyone with eyes would be able to see them through the thin fabric.

“Bend over, we're not finished yet. Bare your ass.”

The woman once again rummaged in one of the drawers. She turned around and before Chris could have a good look she rammed a big butt plug in Kathryn's anus, unlubricated and with full force, causing the tall woman to almost topple over and to grunt in discomfort.

“Yes, that's better. You are mine, Kathy, always were and always will be.”

“The law gives you rights over my body and some of my actions. I never will object to that, Mistress.”

Chris remembered that her mistress had said something similar earlier this day and she knew that she had established a thin line by her choice of words, then and now, but she didn't yet understand all the implications.

~*~

There it was again, the sick feeling in her stomach that earlier had interrupted her dream. She slowly rose from the mattress and went to the window. The view was only slightly different than from Kathryn's bedroom window but the peace she had felt the night before was sadly missing.

She briefly considered waking Supervisor Cassandra but what good would it do? What could she tell her? That she had a bad feeling? Not likely – and then there was the fact that her mistress had once again blocked her voice.

She began to pace the room but that didn't do any good and her feeling of dread slowly got stronger. So, she followed her instincts and left Cassandra's apartment.

Kathryn's quarters were just the next door down. She would only go in, put her ear to the bedroom door, and make sure that everything was all right with her mistress. She just wanted to listen, nothing else. It was in the middle of the night; they probably both were asleep by now.

Chris silently crossed the living room. She knew she was deliberately disobeying an order but she couldn't care less about the consequences. Before she even reached the door she could hear the sound of a whip or a strap hitting flesh.

The door handle was already in her hands when she remembered what Kathryn had said to her this morning. ‘I want you to promise me that you will just observe, quietly and unobtrusively. You will not try to interfere. Don't disappoint me by failing this part of your punishment.'

If there was one thing she didn't want to do it was to disappoint the black haired beauty, once again. So, she took a few calming breaths, in, out, in, out. Her right ear pressed to the wooden door. Then she heard it, the sadistic bitch was shouting.

“You will come, cunt, you will come and scream my name in pain and in pleasure. I don't care if I have to rip you apart or beat you to a pulp. You are mine. You will not defy me.”

Underneath this angry rambling there was a faint sound of a half suppressed scream. That was all the incentive, the blonde needed to completely disregard her orders. She opened the door and what she saw made her spring into action, literally.

The bed's headboard was against the same wall the door was in, facing the windows. Kathryn was spread-eagled on the bed, her hands and feet bound to the bedposts with steel manacles. The woman was thrusting into her centre with an enormous phallus whose circumference approximated one and a half times those of her own wrists, not to speak of the length of the infernal thing. Chris was reasonably sure that it wasn't part of the standard content of the closet outside.

With her right hand the woman was wielding a thin strap with its end split in four, aiming her blows on the bound woman's breasts. Kathryn had her eyes squeezed shut and was biting her lip but when the next half-scream was heard, Chris attacked and tackled the woman. They landed on the ground; the older woman hit her head and was out cold. She wasn't her concern.

Her mistress was staring at her, with eyes the colour of a full moon – a colour she began to associate with anger, with extreme fury. She squared her shoulders and grabbed a set of keys resting on the nightstand, only too aware of the fact that Kathryn's anger could very well be directed towards her.

Setting her free warred with the need to care for her bleeding breasts but finally the order reached her brain and she reacted without thinking.

“Open the manacles, Chris, I have to make sure that she is okay.”

She then knelt next to the bed; taking the position she had seen her mistress in earlier, at ‘kneeling attention'. Kathryn rose from the mattress, the only indication of the pain she must be in her slightly less graceful movements. When she crouched next to the unconscious woman, Chris saw that her buttocks had once again started to bleed, probably due to more punishment.

“Help me, Chris. We have to get her on the bed, now. I'll have to check her out.”

There was an undercurrent of worry in Kathryn's voice; enough to also worry the blonde. It slowly dawned on her that what she just had done could have dire consequences for her mistress. She just had attacked the head of Supervisors, her mistress' mistress – and the woman certainly wouldn't hesitate even a split second to take advantage of it.

“She seems unhurt. We might just get lucky. We'll have to wait ‘til morning to find out what she remembers of this night.” The tall woman pushed a button on the wrist device waiting on the nightstand. “And now, I want you to tell me, why you once again disobeyed my orders.”

“Mistress, please punish me as you see fit. I don't have any excuses.”

“We'll discuss your punishment when she is gone, Chris. And I didn't ask for excuses, I want an explanation.”

“I woke from a dream and had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I tried to shrug it off but it didn't work. I was getting restless. And I knew that sleep would be impossible for me if I didn't make sure that you were okay. I knew it was preposterous of me, Mistress.”

“So, you wanted to check up on me, Chris?”

The blonde blushed.

“Why? I have given you no reason to care for me.”

Chris' blush deepened. She couldn't possibly tell her about her dreams or the feeling of safety she had with her mistress around; so, she stuttered.

“I don't know, Mistress. It just… I only wanted to listen at the bedroom door, that's all. I knew you didn't want me to interfere, Mistress, and I wouldn't have but then I heard what she was saying. I opened the door and … She raped you. I couldn't stand it. I'm sorry, Mistress.”

“It wasn't the first time and probably won't be the last, Chris. It's her right to do to my body whatever she wants as long as she doesn't kill or maim me; that's the letter of the law. She is in her right.”

“But, Mistress, it is all my fault. I couldn't let her do it. I don't care about the law. It wasn't right. It should have been me.”

“You don't know what you're talking about, Chris.” The taller woman answered, her eyes returning to their usual colour.

“You're right, Mistress, I don't know what it's like and if I ever did, I don't remember it. But it's what I deserve – especially now that I probably have made it more difficult for you. I'm sorry I disappointed you, Mistress. I… I needed to protect you.” The blonde's eyes dropped to the ground.

Kathryn crouched next to her, took her chin gently in her hand and forced her to look into her mistress eyes.

“It could have been consensual, Chris.”

“It wasn't, Mistress. I could feel it, even before I opened the door. I heard what she said and I know you are …, you were not aroused. I don't know how I know but I know. It was almost as if it were my breasts hit by the strap, as if it… I know it didn't do any good but I would do it again, even if I had taken the time to think before acting.

“I know you now will send me back from where I came to be executed. I openly attacked a superior and interfered in the relationship between a mistress and her charge – that's what the book said.”

“So, now we know that you have good memory, Chris, but no one will send you back. The book I gave you is rather old and over the years the Council of Elders has amended quite a few of the rules you read. If they hadn't neither Supervisor Jolene nor I would still be among the living. Murder and rape are the only crimes punishable with the death penalty.”

“But she raped you, Mistress….”

“Whatever may happen between a Mistress and her charge is private. It will never be considered rape. As long as the other party is not permanently harmed a Mistress is free to do what she wants.”

“But what about your back, Mistress? In my eyes this constitutes permanent harm.” Chris answered with a certain degree of defiance in her voice.

Her mistress smiled, and the blonde felt a bit of her heart melt at the sight. Chris slowly began to accept that she had fallen in love with the taller woman.

“It was part of a punishment, Chris, and though she might have enjoyed beating me a bit too much, I don't resent her for doing it.” Seeing the question marks in the green eyes in front of her, she continued. “One day I will tell you about it, Chris. For know the only thing you'll have to know is that I will never force you this way.”

Kathryn's hand was now comfortingly resting on her right cheek.

“That does not mean that I won't be an exacting mistress. I have very high expectations of my Initiates. Supervisor Jolene follows the letter of the law. I try to follow its spirit. That's why I gave the book to you, to make you understand that there is a difference. – Now, I want you to go back to Cassandra's bedroom and try to get some more sleep. I will keep watch over her.”

“Let me care for your wounds, please.”

“No, Chris. We would need her permission, besides you stopped her before too much damage was done. Don't worry!”

“Please, at least, let me stay, just a few more minutes, Mistress.”

The raven-head looked at her for what seemed like a long time though it only was 98 seconds. “All right, let's get more comfortable, Chris. You may stay but as soon as she begins to stir you will go, without whining.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

They moved over to the mattress, sitting next to each other with their backs against the footrest. Chris still could feel the slight sting to her backside from her evening spanking and asked herself how her mistress was able to take it. Her buttocks were bleeding, how could she even think of sitting on them?

“Mistress, why don't you lie down? You must be hurting.”

“That's not necessary, Chris. I'm able to shut the pain off, at least as long as it doesn't exceed a certain degree. I'll be all right. Why don't you lean on my shoulder and try to sleep? You can barely keep your eyes open, morning will come soon enough.”

The blonde didn't need a second invitation and immediately snuggled closer, careful not to press into Kathryn's tortured breasts. A strong arm sneaked around her shoulders and pulled her closer, eliciting a content sigh. She closed her eyes and before drifting in a deep sleep, thought back to the short hour she had had her mistress to herself this evening.

~*~

After the inspection Supervisor Jolene had retired to Kathryn's office, allegedly to write her report for the Council of Elders but Chris had heard Cassandra muttering that she only wanted to snoop around in the drawers and files and that she wouldn't find anything.

Her Mistress had led her back to her living room and turned her around. She slowly undid the bindings around her wrists and hands. The leather thong had left marks on her fingers. They were a bit stiff and after these long hours of immobility it felt strange to have her freedom of movement back.

Kathryn had ordered her to sit down on the arm rests of the big chair in front of the fireplace and had massaged her from the tip of her fingers up almost to her elbows. There was a slight tingling in her little finger but otherwise the tight bondage hadn't impeded her circulation in any way. The raven haired woman took her sweet time with her ministrations, making absolutely sure that she would be all right. It was such a safe, peaceful feeling, her mistress' strong fingers massaging her own.

“Go and get the paddle, Chris. You'll get your maintenance spanking a bit earlier today.”

The blonde obeyed and shortly after knelt in front of her Mistress, presenting the wooden paddle with the five holes on her outstretched hands.

“No, Chris, the leather paddle.”

She didn't move, she just looked at her Mistress with pleading eyes.

“Chris, please do as you were told.”

She finally obeyed and then took her place over the high-backed wooden chair. Her Mistress started with five hard swats on both arse cheeks. The paddle was set aside and a warm hand gently stroked the reddened flesh.

The next set was the twenty bare-handed slaps, equally distributed between the left and the right side. Once again she was gently stroked, a bit longer this time, eighteen seconds longer. Then the paddle once again made contact and when the last stroke hit her she was almost disappointed that it had been over this fast – almost, because the caressing hand returned and the warmth spreading through her body had its origin definitively not in her backside.

When the hand was gone she needed a few heartbeats to get herself back under control. She struggled to her feet and started to kiss the paddle, only too aware that the ball gag would reduce it to nothing more but a token gesture.

“You may remove the instrument of discipline, Chris.”

The blonde rose to her feet, replaced the paddle in the closet, and returned. Her Mistress didn't allow her to kneel for a second time but instead touched the wrist device and removed the gag. So, her voice still was gone but now, at least, she could kiss her Mistress hands.

She received the customary kiss on the forehead and then was led to Cassandra's apartment. Kathryn ordered her to wait for the redhead and told her that they would see each other the next morning. She then gave her another kiss on the forehead and hugged her briefly – and during this brief contact she felt as safe as a child in her mother's womb. This was where she belonged.

~*~

The next morning her eyes fluttered open at the sound of soft voices drifting over her head.

“… but Kat, you could get into serious trouble for what she did. Are you sure that she is worth all of this, all the pain this sadistic cow will put you through?”

Chris tried to keep her breathing as regular as possible, eager not to miss a single word of the exchange.

“Cassandra, I expect you to report yourself for this breach of the language code.” Kathryn said in a stern voice. “And after tonight, I'm more than sure that she's worth it, Cass; consequences be damned.”

“I can understand that you wanted to save her from Supervisor Jolene, and I admit that she's very beautiful but you never risked so much for someone you barely know. You always kept your distance from your charges even if they did their best to get into your pants.”

“I was surprised myself, my friend,” her mistress' deep voice answered. “It's hard to explain because it has nothing to do with rational thought. From the first moment, when I entered the room and saw her standing half hidden behind the curtain, from the first look into her deep green eyes it was as if I had known her my whole life. I don't understand it but we belong together. And it has little to with her beauty or the fact that she seems to find me attractive. It runs deeper but only time will tell what will come of it, if there will be something coming from it.”

The blonde could have jumped up and danced at Kathryn's words but she didn't want to embarrass her. Rationally, she knew it was too early for them to share this level of trust and vulnerability but one day she would tell her that she had overheard them.

“I really hope you know what you're doing, Kat.”

“As do I, Cass, as do I. – It's time to start the day. I'll wake her up. See that she has a shower and some breakfast. Bring her back for her maintenance spanking.”

“It will be done, Kat. I'll wait outside, just send her out.”

“You can stop pretending, Chris. I know you're awake.”

Chris opened her eyes and found her suspicions confirmed: she really was cuddled in Kathryn's lap. She didn't want to move, so she asked.

“Then why did you tell her all these things. An instructor is not supposed to have feelings for her initiate.”

“There we are again: the difference between the letter of the law and its spirit. The paragraph you refer to only serves to make sure that one's personal feelings don't interfere with one's duty. There's no law against a sexual relationship between a mistress and her charge, Chris.”

Kathryn smiled at the dreamy expression on the blonde's face; she patted her behind.

“I told Cassandra because she is my friend and I trust her and I wanted you to hear it because there is no rational explanation for my feelings and because I value honesty. Come on, time to get up. We can discuss all of this when you are more at home here and we had a chance to get to know each other better.”

Chris slowly sat up. “What will be my punishment, Mistress?”

“I don't know yet. I'd like to keep it out of your official report but that will depend on what Supervisor Jolene remembers from last night. And now scoot, Cassandra's waiting.”

The tall woman embraced her and kissed her gently on the forehead before she opened the door to the living room.

TO BE CONTINUED