{"sf1_id":907076,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Witch Blood 13","author":"Little Red Wolf","words":3335,"posted_at":"2015-09-06T02:56:00.000Z","tags":["Bondage","Dominatrix","Dream","F/F","Human","Magic","orgasm","witch"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/907076-witch-blood-13","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/907076","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=907076\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\"Power is a fantasy,\" Kenna told\nher in many different ways. \"What separates a lord from a peasant is a fantasy\nof control. The noble has a fantasy about being closer to God and the peasant\nbelieves the lie. If one scrubbed the peasant clean, traded their clothes, and\ngave them etiquette lessons, then who would be able to tell the difference?\"\nKenna had a dozen ways of repeating\nthat lesson but she showed with as much skill as she told. \"Physical pain is\nnot the only means of exciting the submissive,\" Kenna explained. \"Domination\ncan be verbal, involving humiliating tasks, or servitude. DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!\" The sudden shift in Kenna's voice pressed into\nRhea's flesh and caused her heart to skip into the pitter-patter of a rabbit in\nflight. Without realizing it, she obeyed and the business end of Kenna's riding\ncrop pressed against the base of her skull. \"Lick your Mistress' boots, slave,\nfor you are unworthy of her feet!\"\n\"L-leather!\" Rhea gasped and\nimmediately Kenna stepped back.\n\"Are you okay?\" Her voice was still\npotent and unafraid but it was concerned. \"Rhea, are you alright?\"\n\"I'm ... okay,\" Rhea told her as she\nbreathed deeply. \"You ... you scared me.\"\n\"That was the point,\" Kenna\nadmitted. \"Voice is a powerful tool and you needed to understand what it could\ndo to you. Use your voice wisely and you can control people's emotions ... use it\npoorly, and you can hurt them.\" Rhea nodded, absorbing the lesson with intimate\nunderstanding.\n\"Kenna, I don't understand,\" Rhea\nfinally said. \"Why do people ask for this? Who would actually want to be treated like this? Who would\nactually pay for it?\"\n\"That will be tomorrow's lesson,\"\nKenna told her patiently, \"but for now I will tell you that we are in a society\nthat is filled with rules and structure. Breaking away from that structure can\nbe exciting but should always be a controlled and temporary break. Civilization\ncan only exist if people follow the rules ... but those who feel the most\nconstraint find themselves needing release, from time to time. Arranged marriages,\npolitical necessities, and fake facades all create their own kind of pressure ...\nand we bleed that pressure so that people do not explode.\"\n \n\"Short term gains are for the\nimpatient, the foolish, and the weak,\" Kenna told Rhea on the second day. \"Real\npleasure must always be built with planning and care ... much like the rest of\nlife.\"\n\"Many of the people we restrain are\npeople of power. Most wield it every day and are used to getting what they\nwant. Others are servants who have taken their role to heart and truly believe in their place as a servant.\nSome are the type of people who wish their masters would reward their service\nwith sex. Others are simply fatigued from restraining their bodies and emotions\nday in and day out so that no one can see the real person inside. Whatever\ntheir motivation, people who come to me want to be debased and stripped of\ntheir civil restraints until they're rutting like animals in heat.\"\nKenna opened a metal piece of\nfurniture that a wardrobe. The double doors swung open to reveal dozens of\ntools which Rhea could barely identify.\nAlways\nstart small and then build into a squalling storm.\n\"Ropes, cuffs, and blindfolds take\npower from the subject,\" Kenna explained, \"but I will not take advantage of the\npower I gain. This is a relationship of trust. If that trust is broken than the\nfantasy becomes reality ... and it cannot be regained. I torture with denial. I\nbuild a monument of my subject's pleasures and then hold them at the apex of\ntheir desires. Only at the proper moment do I grant release and send them\nspiraling through the abyss.\"\nTouch\n... tease ... explain but don't go too far.\n\"Look but don't touch,\" Mistress\nKenna had told her as she lightly slapped the back of Rhea's hand. \"Look with\nyour eyes but not your hands.\" Rhea glared for a moment but said nothing and\nforced her face to return to its neutral position.\n\"Most of the things in here can\nmaim or kill a person,\" Kenna told her as she picked up a phallic-looking\ncylinder made of a sleek, black, material. \"If you shove this into someone's\nmouth and into their throat you can suffocate them, knock out their teeth, or\nbruise their insides. You need empathy and attentiveness to gauge your\nsubject's needs, desires, and limitations. Tomorrow you will be tied up and\nlightly tortured, but you will not be in any danger. The number one rule of\ndominating anyone is the submissive partner is in charge. If they want more,\nthey get more. If they want you to stop, you stop. If you really hurt them ...\nyou're done.\"\n\"You're going to torture me?\" Rhea\nasked, finally breaking her silence.\n\"I am going to show you what it\nmeans to be a sub,\" Kenna told her. \"You cannot be in my position without\nknowing what it means to give your trust over to another.\"\n\"I don't think I want to do this,\"\nRhea told her. \"I mean, I'm all for stepping outside of my comfort zone, but\nthis ...\"\n\"One cannot know pleasure without\npain,\" Kenna told her gently. \"We measure all of the light in our lives against\nthe darkness we have endured. Spoiled children and petulant kings have never\nknown the struggle and failure needed to obtain satisfaction with their work.\nThey become cruel because they see another person being satisfied and it makes\nthem mad with grief. You need to learn how to force a subject to struggle\nbefore you reward them with bliss.\"\n\"I just ... I don't know,\" Rhea\nhedged. \"I just don't know.\"\n\"Hmmm,\" Kenna made a thoughtful\nnoise as she tugged as her leather thong and considered something secret. \"Are\nwitches always this uncomfortable with new things? I thought you were always\nlearning new things and pushing the boundaries of what ordinary folk considered\nnormal.\"\n\"Of course we do!\" Rhea snapped,\nand she felt a different type of heat color her face. \"I want to learn but-\"\n\"Good,\" Kenna said over her, cutting\nher off. \"I'll see you here tomorrow night. Come clean and come ready.\"\n \nDay three ... restrain, build, and release. It was part of the mantra that\nMistress Kenna had been teaching her. \"Since you crave structure,\" she had told\nher waspishly, \"then chant this mantra to yourself before you get here and\nwhisper it as you work. Don't say it, though, or you'll frighten people.\"\nThe blindfold would have caused her\nheart to beat fast on its own, but she knew that more was coming. Pale wrists\nstrained against silken ties, allowing her to struggle without chafing. The\nwood of the table, she was strapped to, had been sanded until it held no edge\nand then covered in soft fabrics that could be easily removed and cleaned. The\nclick of steel-shod-shoes told her where the mistress stood, but she could not\nknow when the next touch would come.\n\"Well, well ...\" Kenna's voice purred\nfrom much closer than Rhea had expected, \"what have we here? A lovely little\nmorsel drew too close to my lair.\"\nAlways\nstart small and then build into a squalling storm.\nSteel-tipped claws caused her to\njump when they settled along her throat but they achieved a whimpering moan as\nthey dragged along soft flesh. The collarbone resonated pleasantly and her\nbreasts ached as claw-tips dimpled them but did not cut.\n\"Do you know what wolves do to\nnaughty little girls?\" the dominant woman asked with a husky snarl in her\nvoice. \"Do you know the price ... of\ndallying with beasts?\"\nKenna did it exactly right. Her\nvoice was teasing and every syllable promised to push past the constraints of\nwhat was normal and dally in the land\nof the forbidden. The light touches began at places where a good friend might\ngo and then dallied closer to less appropriate places.\nTouch\n... tease ... explain but don't go too far.\nLeather tickled her ribs, causing shivers\nof delight that twisted Rhea against her bonds. Hardening nipples pressed\nagainst the light fabric of her outfit and gooseflesh rippled along her\nsurface. One touch went a little too personal and Rhea's gasp caused the\nMistress to pull back. There was a pause before that touch landed somewhere\nelse and this time it was better.\nShe's\nprobing ... searching through my body's pleasure zones and finding where my\npassions lay. Eventually she will reach into my core and drive me mad with\nneed.\nMistress Kenna did exactly what\nRhea feared, but she went for the long game. Denying Rhea release through three\ndays of teasing lessons had wound her up tightly and now the student was so\nmoist with anticipation that her undergarments practically dripped.\n\"Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?\"\nKenna growled next to Rhea's ear.\n\"I-I am,\" she whispered.\n\"Are you?\" the wolf asked harshly.\n\"Y-yes ... Mistress!\"\n\"I don't think you're afraid\nenough!\" Kenna growled, and then a leather lash scored several places at once.\nThe scream of first strike filled the room but it died as sharp stings did not\nintensify into real pain. The body had also been fooled by the sensation and\nsoon Rhea felt endorphins flood her blood but no real pain to take off its\nedge. \"Are you afraid?\"\n\"Yes, Mistress!\"\n\"Lier.\" Another snap tanned her\nflesh and this time the gasp was followed by a shiver.\nGods\n... what was that? It wasn't quite an orgasm ... but it almost was!\n\"Are you afraid now?\"\n\"Yes, Mistress!\"\n\"Lier.\"\nThis went on for an eternity. Mistress\nKenna demonstrated through whip and feather, she showed her student the\npleasures of light touches and delicate stings. As the night wore on Rhea found\nher fears bleeding away with every sting and after-shock of pleasure. She's training me like a dog. Casting a\nspell of control through my limbs so that I'll enjoy this. How is she doing\nthis without magic? A stinging slash with a leather tool cause Rhea to\ngasp.\nCarnal needs wrapped themselves in\nanticipation until Rhea was begging for release. She never uttered the word\nthat would really end her torture but she bathed herself in understanding.\nKenna's whip cut like a ritual blade and Rhea was the ritual ground. The\npressure built but she was restrained. The passions flared as muscles drew\ntense. Her body grew rigid and she panted, wanting more.\n\"Is there something you want?\"\nKenna's voice whispered breathily.\n\"Y-yes ...\" Rhea whimpered though she\ncould barely focus on the words.\n\"Is there something you need?\"\n\"Gods ... yes!\"\n\"Say it,\" Kenna told her, \"tell me\nwhat you need or else you shall linger at this ledge. I will only grant you\nrelease ... by your  command.\"\n\"Release me, damn it!\" Rhea\nshouted. \"Do your worst and make me cum!\"\n\"Ooohhh ... yeeesss,\" Kenna purred,\nand then something was pressing up against Rhea's nethers. Without penetrating\nher body the unseen touch glided smoothly along the leather thong. Special\nattention was placed on a nub of special significance and though there was barely\nany pressure, everything was so sensitive. Waves of pleasure rippled to the\nright places and Rhea screamed. Her body arched, shuddered, and convulsed in\npure bliss.\n \nRestrain,\nbuild, and release, her mind recounted as she settled into a boneless heap.\nRelease all that ales you and then slip\naway into nothingness.\n \nSoftness captured her body as she\nreclined on a couch made of marshmallow fluff.\n\"Ah, there you are.\" The voice\nseemed to come from everywhere but then a tall green hag flopped down at Rhea's\nfeet. \"I was beginning to wonder if you would ever call home.\" Her smile\ndisplayed the sharp edges of her black teeth and a similarly clawed hand patted\nthe girl gently on the leg.\n\"I'm ... sorry, Baba,\" Rhea said\ntimidly as humiliation threatened to burst her into flames.\n\"The fires of your adventure\nconsumed a hundred souls,\" her baba told her sadly. \"I sifted through the\nwreckage but most of the bodies were too burnt to identify\"\n\"The eyes of the One,\" Rhea spoke\nlifelessly and her mentor nodded. \"Baba ... Lyle is trapped! The One has him and\nplans to devour his soul! I need to rescue him ... but I can't even rescue\nmyself!\"\n\"Calm ... calm ...\" Baba Ginger told\nher gently. \"Hush ... hush ...\" Shushing sounds followed and the blind panic fell\naway. \"I cannot talk to you if you wake yourself up ... and I don't know if I'll\nbe able to find you again if that happens.\"\n\"I'm sorry, Baba,\" Rhea said.\n\"Do not be sorry,\" Baba Ginger\ncooed, \"just tell me where you are.\"\n\"I'm in Alashir Province, at the Beloved Bard in the city of Caritas and\nI've been sold to a brothel as a slave,\" Rhea told her. \"The Children of Helios\nbranded me with some sort of seal that won't let me access my magic and-\" Her\nvoice trailed off and then she blinked up at her Baba. \"Wait, how are we\ntalking? The Seal of Palor's Light blocks almost all of my power from going\nanywhere. You shouldn't be able to get through the seal.\"\n\"Maybe, you should start from the\nbeginning and tell me all of it,\" Baba Ginger told her. Rhea took a centering\nbreath and recounted the tale. To her horror, she found herself floating\nthrough the nothing of the astral realm. Her story played out before her as\nillusions of thought and their power spread out before them like golden\nthreads. In the distance she saw the threads glowing and drifting back and\nforth like the branches of an ethereal tree.\n\"The Threads of Fate,\" Rhea spoke\nwhen she realized what was happening. \"How am I here? Why isn't the brand\npreventing it?\"\n\"What happened to you right before\nyou fell asleep?\" Baba Ginger asked innocently.\n\"Uhm ... well,\" Rhea flushed and\ntried to curl her non-existent limbs into a ball.\n\"Ooohhh,\" Baba Ginger cooed and\nthen she leered. \"Was there sex involved?\" Rhea let out a squeak and she heard\nher mentor's rich laughter press in from all sides. \"Oh ... how precious! So who\nwas it? One of your Johns? Or was it a Jenny?\" Rhea made a few sputtering\nsounds and her baba laughed again. \"Orgasms are called the little death in some places, and it can allow you to leave your\nbody if done correctly. Apparently you found your end at the hands of a master\n... but you will soon crash back into your body and then you will be trapped.\"\n\"Great,\" Rhea mumbled. \"So I can't\njust masturbate myself here?\"\n\"Not very likely,\" Baba Ginger told\nher bluntly. \"Once this dream fades it will be incredibly difficult to\nreestablish this link. There is little chance of me coming all the way out to Alashir\nto find you. Even I have my limits, and the Inquisition is much too fanatic for\nme to simply slip in. Besides ... I'm green of flesh and black of fang and claw.\nI look like fattening up children for my supper and there is only so much\nglamour for that sort of thing. The cities of the Ephesus are notoriously\nresistant to such things so I doubt I'll be able to make it.\"\n\"Can you help Lyle?\" Rhea asked\nhopefully.\n\"I cannot,\" Baba Ginger told her\nsadly. \"Only you can find him again, but when it happens you'll need to do more\nthan just cut his chains.\"\n\"What do I need to do?\" Rhea asked\nseriously.\n\"Attend,\" Baba Ginger spoke, and\nall of the mirth left her voice. \"You will need all of your power to cut his\nchains and then you will need a channel of escape. Your connection to him is\nthrough love and sex. We managed to stop his essence from changing you but the\nemotions you shared are still a part of you. That part of him can be used in a\nritual of binding. Find an anchor, ritual up a portal, and create a path. Once\nthere, cut his chains. Forge your love into a blade and strike. Once you have\nhim, direct him back into the world ... then put his essence into an idol and\ntake him to a place of rest.\"\n\"How do I get through the brand and\nreclaim my power?\" Rhea asked once it was her turn.\n\"You can break through the brand by\nmoving power through it,\" the baba told her. \"Think of it like rocks damning a\nriver. Let water trickle through the gaps and it will slowly wear away. While\nyou can do this by pure focus, it is specifically designed to inflict pain when\nyou do. That is why you cannot masturbate and why too much excitement causes it\nto flare. Others can pour their passions into you but that is a challenge in\nmost places.\"\n\"What about lust?\" Rhea asked as\nideas began to form. \"I'm in a brothel. Can the lust of others wear the brand\naway?\"\n\"Technically,\" Baba Ginger told\nher, \"but their energy will flood into your body, invade your soul, and change\nyou. If you had a lover to do this with then things might be safer, but having\nlots of sex with strangers is a fantastic way to wreck yourself.\"\n\"That's an odd thing for you to say,\" Rhea said a little more\nbitterly than she meant to. Her baba laughed the comment off, though.\n\"I may have sex with lots of different\npeople,\" Baba Ginger told her in an amused tone, \"but I know them very well.\nI'm hundreds of years old, dear, and I make friends easily. If I collected one\nlover a decade I'd have enough to throw an orgy every night for a month and a\nhalf ... using different people each time.\"\n\"So ... all I need is a potent lover\nand his passions can set me free?\" Rhea asked, hopefully.\n\"Just so,\" Baba Ginger told her\nwith a nod, \"be careful, though, for one lover's power can wash away the hold\nof a former. If you spend too much time in the care of others then you might\nlose your connection to Lyle ... then you will not be able to find your way back\nto him.\"\n\"Can I use something of his as a\nfocus?\" Rhea asked. \"Like ... an engagement ring ... or something like that?\"\n\"You can,\" the baba's voice told\nher but it was farther away. \"But where would you find such a thing? Better to\nmake a focus item and pleasure yourself with it while thinking of him.\"\n\"But, won't that activate the\nbrand?\" Rhea asked.\n\"Not if someone else is holding it\nwhile it's happening,\" Baba Ginger told her.\n\"Oh ... great,\" Rhea deflated and she\nheard her baba laughing.\n\"Oh, my poor, darling, apprentice.\nYou're too uptight.\" Baba Ginger took a breath. \"You are in a place full of\npotential lovers. One of them has brought your peak to such a height that you\nachieved this link. Perhaps you should ask that same person to handle you again! Only next time, give\nher the focus item and let her tie you up. Ooohhh ... that sounds lovely!\"\n\"Thanks, Baba,\" Rhea muttered with\na blush that bled through to her soul. \"I'll see what I can do.\"\n\"Do what you need to, child,\" Baba\nGinger told her as the humor in her tone bled away. \"You are in danger that I\ncannot save you from and you must act. Keep your wits about you and don't let\nthe world savage your soul. Remember the power of stories, Rhea! You are on a\nquest! Let this quest strengthen you into the stuff of legendary heroes!\"","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/899242-witch-blood-12.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/910164-witch-blood-14.json"}