The naked couple of
teacher and student got down to it, he instructed her on the authority
structure in the dom/sub culture. One was in charge, this was the dominatrix,
shortened to the dom and the one who the dom took charge over, dominated, was
the submissive or sub. The rules could be altered, one could be in charge all
of the time, in that case there was one set dom and one set sub but in a switch
role, the positions changed. So the dom became the sub and the sub the dom.
Involvement level also varied from experimental, like putting a toe in the
water to see if one liked it, if so you could slowly become more involved. The
more heavily involved dominatrix took it as a life style choice, as did many
submissives; for various personal reasons they did this and enjoyed/hated their
roles in it. The psychology could be quite complex and deep but the enjoyment
level was often very satisfactory. The equipment of the dom was similar to what
the English army had restrained their prisoner with. In a sex game it was not
as bad when someone was restrained, generally not in traumatic physical danger.
Other sexy tools were used like whips, chains, restraints, knives, gags and
more.
Juniper’s Daughter
would be the submissive in the initial stages but she also needed to learn the
other side, that of dominatrix to give her full understanding and experience of
it. Now naked, she got ready doing what the shaman, now her dom, ordered her
to. She closed her eyes and put total trust in him, so he could do his job to
the best of his ability; arms in front of her the witch was now tied up with
special, binding rope made from a local tree – very supple but equally strong
and resilient similar qualities to a sub in this game. A blindfold was placed
over her eyes so she couldn’t see what was going on, it wasn’t tied too tight
but enough to give the impression of her not being in control. Then a hood was
put over her head with a wooden ball in the middle to stop her talking but she
could scream. Some vocal input helped give the game reality and enjoyment.
While she was
stood there, the dom whipped the witch on the back of her shapely thighs, she
wasn’t ready for it so she flinched though the blow was only slight. The dom
explained to his sub after he did this again the meaning of this, what he
expected her to feel now and how things could progress from this stage. The sub
listened and remembered each of his instructions, actions and teachings. More
whippings with the whip, each a little harder till red welts appeared on her
thighs and she winced at the blows. This was becoming quite serious, how far
would her dom go with his sub? Enough to break her skin so she bled? Some dom’s
liked that and became energised at the sight of blood from their own dominating
actions but this dom didn’t do that, he stopped one level under that. Next he
used water based paint to paint her body, this was a low level action showing
that the dom was in charge, it was his decision to do this, not him asking his
sub or her suggesting it. Around her shapely nipples and breast he painted
random figures and patterns letting his imagination run wild. Then he pinched
her nipples making his sub cry out in pain, it wasn’t all enjoyment, now and
again the pain level had to be demonstrated, not all of the time just enough.
Back to the painting for a few minutes, now her nice arse, then a hard slap on
her left buttock, more on the right bringing more winces of pain from the
submissive woman who was learning this new thing she was experiencing.
Time for the
spanking paddle, a wooden implement of wicked effectiveness and delight, even
the name was suggestive – spanking paddle. When he had done the witch’s arse
was red raw but in a nice way; a little later it was roles reversed and
Juniper’s Daughter took up the role of dom and the shaman as the sub. He taught
her best he could despite some language barriers; this was sorted through sign
language and shouted orders. Most of the time they understood one another, even
with the gimp hood blocking any vision. Over the time the witch spent with her
teacher he covered all areas she needed to know, briefing her on any future
situations where she would need these skills. He refreshed her basic karma
sutra skills. The witch was fucked good and proper, retaining every single bit
of information, feeling and position.
Back to the cargo
bay in her flying saucer under the dark depths of Wast Water, Juniper’s Daughter
caught up with the monster her long lost friend who was John’s and Sarah’s
child, deeply affected by radiation poisoning. The witch was safe for it was
genetic and she was immune to large doses, being a Goddess of Mother Nature.
She knew the monsters sex; he was of both sexes, a hermaphrodite with both a
male penis and a female vagina. It wasn’t able to make love to itself due to
the penis facing outwards and not being able to do a one eighty. Certainly the
English army wanted to see if the monster could have fucked itself so they
could genetically copy this and make self-breeding soldiers to increase the
numbers of their small evil army. When someone said, “Go and fuck yourself,”
they could have done just that and made more evil soldiers to take over the English
landmass in the coming decades. You had to be one step ahead, never mind the
genetic engineering in cryogenic nuclei fluid that they were rumoured to be
experimenting one. The witch hoped she had blown that small experiment to hell
when she hit the huge army warehouse in her last attack, she was unsure if
there was a sister plant doing similar genetic experiments, she bet there was.
Opening a small
access panel on the smooth wall, Juniper’s Daughter took out two beers, stolen
English army beer of 9% alcoholic volume. There were many more in the small
storage area. She handed one to the monster, “You gotta admit the cunts are
good at making beer. The only thing they’re good at. I stole these when we flew
over and fired on their warehouse base. I used the gravity lift to liberate
some of their beer store so now we can enjoy it. Here I’ll open it for you.”
“Thanks Juniper’s
Daughter, it’s been a bit since I had some beer, let’s have a session,” replied
the monster taking the bottle from the witch. She threw the lids onto the
floor. Clicking her fingers the purple light slowly changed to a nice subdued
green and two low leather chairs appeared from nowhere!
“Might as well
drink in style!” she commented raising her bottle, “to us and freedom and good
times!”
“To good times and
to us and to freedom,” growled the monster, taking a long slug from his bottle
emptying three quarters of the one-litre contents in one go.
“Steady on my
friend!” laughed the witch, “there’s plenty more where these came from.” She
finished drinking some of hers.
“This is good shit
but not as strong as the moonshine that my parents used to make in the stone
house to show me what it was like. That was lethal stuff!” remembered the
creature becoming misty eyed.
“Yes I had some
once that your mum had made many years ago. It was quite something!”
Slowly the minutes
ticked by and both friends chatted on times past and hopes for the future,
whatever it brought. The witch needed to relax, she had been so busy over recent
months, it seemed like a never-ending process battling darkness. Yes it was
good to enjoy down time she idly thought, she must make more of an effort to do
this. She wondered if her friend wanted to accompany her in the long term, so
she asked, “Hey you know… you could journey with me full time if you want to?
It gets lonely doing my job you know and I could use the company. And your home
is no more. What do you say?”
“Nice idea, I’ll
have to think about it. Yes you’re right on the loss of my home…” it replied.
“I could go back to the hillside and live near the rocks in a cave I know, it’s
not great but it’d give me shelter. I’m skilled in growing stuff, my mother
taught me the skills you taught her, that helped me to live this long. The
other food I pillaged from the destroyed city far off in the valley. There were
a few badly damaged shops with out of date food there, I used hundreds of tins
of it over the years. I wasn’t scared of more radiation, just look at the state
of me!”
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