Fishing for Compliments

Third Touch: Taming the Tengu

"You've been lonely for so long, and so absorbed in your war with me, that you never realized just how alluring and gorgeous you are," said Kokomi to Sara, gazing into the tengu's loving and submissive, golden eyes.

It was midnight. They were in Kokomi's "alternative lifestyle" dungeon, which was a secret chamber of demented delights located deep underneath Sangonomiya Shrine. Not even Gorou knew about Kokomi's chamber, and poor Teppei would probably go crazy if he glimpsed the freak Her Excellency got up to in her "diplomatic meetings." The luminescence of the coral walls lit the chamber in dreamy pink, ethereal azure, sensuous crimson, and other atmospheric colours. Kokomi was slowly affixing her sky dog slave to her favourite instrument of sexual torment.

The Reef Rack was a slab of pure Watatsumi coral, tilted at a forty-five-degree angle. It had at its four corners shackles to keep the extremities of the submissive in place. Sara was lying on there, stretching out her naked, shapely form on the Rack. She was eagerly watching Kokomi chain up her wrists, then crouch down to do her ankles. Sara licked her lips, shivering in anticipation, as her mind raced with endless questions: What was Kokomi going to do to her? Was she going to tease her endlessly before suddenly drawing out her carnal hunger? Was she going to possess her behind like she'd done last time, or deploy more of her toys to break her will? Oh, the possibilities!

For now, Kokomi had commanded Sara to lie on her back. Nice and simple. Perhaps she would chain Sara the other way later, so she'd be presenting her buttocks to her. For now, Sara and Kokomi faced each other in a most intimate way, Watatsumi mistress standing over her prone Shogunate slave. They stared at each other, admiring the other's hungry gaze.

*

"What in Her Excellency's name is that?" Sara had gasped, almost naïvely, when it first emerged into sight from underneath a contraption on the ground. She and Kokomi had been holding on to each other's unclothed bodies, but when the Reef Rack presented itself, Kokomi looked up at the tengu, nodding pleasantly. "On you go," she tittered.

Sara shivered in both nervousness and anticipation, even though her groin was already dampening. "This is so... weird. I've never done this kind of thing before," she cried, putting her mortified face in two hands. "I don't even know what half of the things in your dungeon are supposed to do to me."

She peeked at Kokomi, whose heart melted at how cute and vulnerable the usually stoic and no-nonsense general looked. "You must think I'm so inexperienced and dumb."

It wasn't that Sara didn't want this. She was thrilled. If she were honest, she was rather eager to get more familiar with Kokomi's bondage habits, just so she wouldn't look like an amateur every time they enjoyed such an encounter together. This was what was truly embarrassing. 

Kokomi put a sympathetic arm around Sara's waist. "I know this must feel awkward and unfamiliar," she said quietly, "but should you dislike anything that's happening to you, please say the word 'fish.' It's a safe word, to distinguish any real aversion from your play-protesting, which you and I both enjoy."

Sara nodded vigorously, blushing. "Alright. I understand what the word is for. But I trust you, you know."

"If I go too far and you say that word, I'll cease my mischief instantly. It's just to keep you safe, which is my responsibility."

"As my mistress?"

Kokomi's ethereal eyes shone. "Yes indeed. As the one you've entrusted your safety and care to."

"Kokomi," whispered Sara gratefully, her voice trembling with emotion. She glanced at the Rack fretfully. "But... I don't want you to feel that I can't live up to your expectations."