Fishing for Compliments

Sixth Touch: Signing a Truce after becoming Kokomi's Toy

Today was an important day at the Pearlescent Palace, Kokomi's grand command centre and the core of the political and religious governance of Watatsumi Island.

There were two reasons.

Firstly, General Kujou Sara was about to sign a treaty with Kokomi that would halt hostilities between the Shogun's Army and the Resistance forces. Kokomi had already distributed a secret directive to all the captains of the elite squads, prepping them to act the moment she and Sara gave the signal. Secondly, Kokomi had her agents acquire a top-secret sea cucumber that secreted its own lubrication, opening up all sorts of new possibilities for torturing Sara's scrumptious genitalia. She had commanded her best smithies to forge a nine-inch-long monstrosity that was going to be deployed with the Reef Rack. This was a top rate sex toy that needed to be tested on her slave as soon as possible.

Five-star equipment, one could say.  

Therefore, the supreme leader's decree was proclaimed across Watatsumi: Sara would be negotiating a peace deal with Kokomi based on scandalous, explosive information about the truth of the war. Kokomi promised that this bombshell would completely reconfigure the political alignment between the Shogunate and the Resistance.

However, this peace deal was to be held in secret, deep within the underground level of the Pearlescent Palace.

To the average civilian villager, this elicited little more than a clueless shrug, but to members of Kokomi's blushing inner circle, "the bowels" was a codename for Kokomi's private sex dungeon of debauched delights. Only this morning, one of the shrine maidens had glimpsed Kokomi and Sara heading into the elevator that took them down deep into the depths of the island. Sara was sweating and gritting her teeth, while Kokomi's eyes were glinting. How were they supposed to do any work down there?

"Oh, you don't think we can talk business while enjoying a bit of light playtime?" said Kokomi, circling Sara casually in the darkened room of glimmering, sensually curved and lit coral walls. She admired her new sea cucumber dildo, placing it on her shelf of sex toys for now. She had dressed up in a black latex dominatrix's corset, her usual elegant marine outfit traded for black platform boots and a whip in her hand. The whip crackled with the electricity of harvested eels, and would give Sara a light electric shock if Kokomi cracked it hard enough. "Then why do I see before my eyes your willing, curvy body, begging me to inflict my authority on it?"

"Because you told me to come with you!" raged a blushing Sara, bare naked as she lay, her wrists and ankles shackled once more to the Reef Rack as it tilted to a comfortable angle for Kokomi to enact her demented acts on the helpless Shogunate commander. She couldn't help staring endlessly at Kokomi, who looked darkly beautiful and exquisite. She'd never expected her lover to rock a latex corset and BDSM mistress's shoes. "You're the one who insisted on having the talks here and now, and like the idiot I am, I conceded."

"So, you admit to being a fool for me, your supposed enemy?"

Sara let out a frustrated groan. "Just last night we were cuddling and kissing about our future together!" She swallowed, staring up at Kokomi's lustrous eyes.

"I... I'm not kidding. I want the war to end and I want us to be together."

Kokomi lashed out with her whip, letting out a sadistic giggle, and a surge of pleasant pain surged through Sara's bare foot. "Gaaaah!" she cried, wheezing heavily at the soreness in her curling toes.

"You're right. That's always been my wish, as well. I'll stop teasing, then, and get down to real matters," said Kokomi. "I promise to take these negotiations seriously."

"YOU SO AREN'T!" barked Sara helplessly. "Look at what you're wearing! You're one to fucking talk!!" But she knew in her heart it was too late. She closed her eyes in self-reproach: Kokomi truly had her wrapped around her finger. As if she could read her mind, Kokomi stepped back, cracking her whip, before lashing it against Sara's thigh, enjoying the sore red that was rapidly spreading across Sara's pale skin.