Black Dorn [submission/punishment/bondage] by Daryl Devore Page A

stopped and
dropped to a curtsey. "Hush," she snarled at the howling
dune.
    This one was new and young.
Branwyn did not know her. "May we speak?"
    "Do not move," Trea told the
dune. "Your instruction will continue when I return."
    Relaxing on the pillows,
Branwyn said, "I do not know if this is proper, but I wish to
complete a part of my training. I remember you told me about
Malack's favorite way of release. I wish to continue learning how
to use the lune, so I may pleasure him this way on our wedding
night."
    "You will make our gon-dra a
wonderful wife. I will come to your chambers tomorrow."
    "Thank you, Trea." She stood
and walked next to the dune. "Do not howl so. Accept you have
erred. Accept your instruction. Learn tragor."
    As Branwyn settled into her
bed, Leah blew out the candles about the room. As each light
dimmed, Branwyn slipped deeper into sleep.
     
    After breakfast the next
day, the seamstresses returned to Branwyn's chambers. With a queasy
stomach, Branwyn sat and discussed what she wanted for her
waiting-lady. Leah could barely stand still as they measured and
placed cloths about her. She protested against two new dresses, but
Branwyn insisted her waiting-lady look like she tends to a future
gonness-dra.
    Next, the most experienced
seamstress discussed the gown Branwyn would wear on her wedding
day. "We must begin soon as it will take weeks to sew on the beads
and pearls. I shall embroider the bodice with silver and gold
threads.
    During the afternoon, Trea
arrived. Both sat in front of the fire. "You have grown so, since
you arrived."
    "I feel I was but a mere
babe then and have since become a woman."
    Trea unwrapped a gold lune.
It had a small bulb on top and was lined with ridges. "Do you
remember what to do?"
    Branwyn settled herself on
the floor, pulled her skirts high and poured oil onto herself. She
rubbed it around and spread it onto the lune. Inserting the bulb,
she tried to find the muscles.
    "Remember, think of it as if
you are sucking in soup. Pull the lune into you."
    "Do not make me giggle. I
will not be able to hold it."
    With persistence, Branwyn
was able to pull the lune in the length of one ridge.
    "Let us practice the next
part. Push it in all the way and hold. Your grip on his manhood
will be very pleasurable to the gon-dra."
    Branwyn did as requested and
stood. The lune held.
    "Now let it drop, one
ridge." The lune crashed to the floor.
    Branwyn tossed back her head
laughed. "I shall get this. It is for Malack."
    For two hours, they worked
on the skill while Trea offered every piece of advice and
assistance she had learned in her many years of training Dunes.
Trea's voice was wistful as she spoke, "Of all the people in the
castle, Gon-Dra Malack is my favorite. We have spent many hours
together. Me pleasuring him and him, often, pleasuring me as his
skills increased. I will guide you in the ways of the castle, the
delights of pleasuring and will listen when you wish to
talk."
    "I tire." Branwyn sighed. "I
did not feel well this morning. Worry about Malack has left me
uneasy and ill."
    "Much has happened in the
past few days. Rest." Duna Trea started for the door, but turned.
"I leave knowing my beloved Malack will be much pleased with his
choice of wife.”
     
    The warm days of autumn
turned to cool, gray, rainy days. Fires burned in the castle
fireplaces warding off the chill. Branwyn practiced with her lune.
She had learned how to pull it into her, but still struggled with
releasing it. Kneeling, she inserted her lune, held it and tried to
drop it a bit at a time. It fell to the floor.
    When she inserted it, a
shiver slid up her spine. She remembered Radella telling her to use
the lune like a manhood—the ridges increase pleasure. She slid it
in and out. Her body instantly responded. Curious, she repeatedly
thrust the lune into her pleasure place. A shudder passed through
her body, her breath quickened as she moaned. Heat rose in
her.
    She moved to the edge of her
chair, and