Cute Girls

The Auction

She paced the length of the living room restlessly…the sharp points of her high heels clicking against the wood floor. Her eyes flicked to the clock, realizing that it was almost time. He had said the car would arrive for her at eight and it was nearly that now. He had promised her an evening she would never forget. She took a deep breath and checked her appearance one final time in the mirror.

She viewed herself through his critical eyes seeking any flaw that might displease him. Her long chestnut curls were piled artlessly on top her head, a few loose tendrils escaping to caress her neck. Her makeup was subtle and flawless, accentuating the brilliant emerald of her eyes and the soft, full crimson lips that he told her were created to be wrapped around his cock. Her cheeks held no makeup, a high flush filling them naturally. Her gaze dropped lower, taking in the elegant silver collar locked around her neck. She thought of the matching chain currently residing in her evening bag.

She then turned her perusal to her clothing. Master had specified that she dress formally, elegantly, and sluttish, not an easy combination to put together. She had chosen a leather corset cinched tightly around her body, the skintight material pushing her breasts together and up, her pierced rosy nipples barely contained by the top of the garment. Her skirt was as black as the corset, falling down to her ankles in soft waves. It was made of a sheer shimmery mesh. There were slits in both sides up to her hips. When she was still, the skirt hung in soft folds, revealing no hint of the flesh beneath, but as she moved, the material parted, displaying long expanses of creamy flesh. Underneath the skirt was a tiny leather thong that hugged her mound and nestled between her cheeks. A pair of six-inch heels strapped to her ankles completed the entire outfit.

Finding no obvious flaws with her appearance, she turned from the mirror, grinning to herself in spite of her nervousness. If Master was in a certain mood, it would not matter how flawless her appearance seemed, he would find something. She heard a discreet rap on the door and grabbed a gossamer thin wrap to throw over her shoulders. She opened the door to discover a uniformed driver waiting. Her eyes flicked past him and widened when she saw the limo parked at the curb. Master was certainly pulling out all the stops for this evening. She smiled shyly at the driver and followed him to the car, slipping inside as he held the door for her.

Her eyes brightened and a smile crossed her lips as she entered the car. Master was sitting inside. She could not help but notice that while she was dressed to the nines, he was dressed more simply. His clothes were stylish, the soft black leather pants clinging to him, his shirt white, of the finest silk. Black boots completed his ensemble. He smiled as she entered the car, holding out a glass of champagne to her as she settled onto the seat. She took the glass from him, her eyes drinking him in. As always, the mere sight of him caused her heart to swell and moisture to gather between her thighs.

She sipped the bubbly liquid as the car moved through the traffic. She caught herself daydreaming out the window when she heard Master clear his throat to speak. She instantly turned her eyes to him as he began to speak. “My love, I promised you an evening to remember and I am quite sure you will never forget. But, first things first.” He pulled a red silk scarf from his pocket and fastened it around her eyes, plunging her into darkness. She breathed in heavily, always needing a moment to adjust to a world without light. Blindfolds were one of her challenges, a fact that Master knew quite well. When he sensed that she had calmed, he resumed speaking.

“Drink your champagne, my dear. It is the last alcoholic drink you will consume this evening. I don’t want your senses dulled at all. I can’t tell you anything about where we are going, at least not yet. But I will tell you that once we are there, you must not take off the blindfold, you must not speak to anyone; this is very important. If you speak, you will be gagged and I will be very disappointed. Do not shame me by speaking or attempting to speak or you will pay the consequences. Once I have finished speaking, you will have an opportunity to ask any questions you may have. I may or may not answer them, most likely not. After that, you will not speak again until you have been given direct permission from me and me alone. The final instruction I have for you is that you are to be perfectly obedient. You will do as you are told with no hesitation. You will be given orders from myself and possibly others. Now, that is everything I have to tell you. Do you have any questions for me?”

A million questions raced through her mind, but she knew they were questions that he would not answer. She hesitantly lifted the glass to her lips, taking a deep swallow. Her voice was low and soft as she replied, “Only one question Master. Will I be allowed a safeword?”

He chuckled low, “No my sweet. You will have no safeword. I know this frightens you a bit but you must trust me when I tell you that nothing will happen to you that you cannot handle.”

She nodded slowly, taking in his words. She turned her face in the direction of his voice, the blindfold hiding the trepidation in her heart. “Master, I will not disappoint you. I will make you proud of me no matter what. I trust you with everything I am.”

She could not see the smile that crossed his face, nor the wicked light dancing in his eyes. He knew she had no inkling of what was in store for her, but he also knew that he would allow no real harm to come to her. His heart swelled with love as he watched her sipping her drink, her hand now moving with confidence and assurance as she became accustomed to navigating the glass to her lips without benefit of her eyes. For a moment he felt a sense of awe as the magnitude of her trust in him filled him. God how he adored this woman. He would die before he allowed anything or anyone to hurt her.

The car pulled up to warehouse in the industrial section of town. There were several other luxury vehicles parked there, as well as some more rundown cars. His lips curled in distaste as he took in the sight of them. While he and his were certainly far from wealthy, he would never resort to what some of the other Masters did. There were those who bartered in the flesh of their slaves to make ends meet, usually not caring who paid, as long as they pocketed the money. He had no tolerance for those that used the gift their submissives had given them to their own financial ends. It was one thing if the Master had the best interest of his girl at heart, but it seemed to him that many of these girls were being loaned out without the faintest thought for what might happen to them. He recalled two Masters, if one could call them that, being banned from this establishment only last month.

It had happened after a girl was sold for a twenty-four hour period to a known sadist. The girl had no idea what was going on and had been returned to the owner in need of a doctor’s care. Both buyer and seller had been banned after that. The club had no desire to involve any kind of authorities in their activities and stressed that all arrangements must be consensual. After that incident, all the slaves and submissives were required to give their consent to what was happening. It had involved quite a bit of finagling to accomplish his purpose this evening without her knowledge. He thought of the contract he had signed only that afternoon with the management of the club to finalize the deal.

The driver opened his door and he stepped out, reaching back in to guide her from the car. She moved unsurely, the toes of her sandals feeling out the ground beneath her. She stood tall and proud at his side and he reveled in the admiring glances he was receiving. He led her inside and was welcomed by the doorman, then escorted to the back by a scantily clad hostess in cuffs and chains and little else. When he reached the area backstage, he looked around at the rest of the people gathered there. It was quite a mixture of humanity. Masters, Mistresses, subs, slaves, all genders and orientations were represented here.

He was approached by one of the handlers. He could feel her standing stiffly next to him, though no one else would be able to sense the tension in her. It was only his intimate knowledge of her that allowed him to see through her calm façade. The handler ignored the girl at his side and spoke only to him. “Sir. I need to take her now. Do you have a lead for her or shall the club provide one?”

He reached into her handbag and pulled out the delicate silver leash. The handler looked at the slim links dubiously. “Sir, if I may suggest something a bit stronger? Sometimes the girls have a tendency to struggle a bit and that doesn’t look like it would hold up to much.”

He smiled and she heard the steel in his tone. “Trust me. She will not struggle.” She resolved that no matter what happened from here on out, she would do nothing to cause her Master any embarrassment or ridicule. She would be perfect. She felt his fingers clipping the leash to her collar and then his lips brushing briefly over hers. His lips moved to her ear and he whispered softly, “I will see you in a bit my pet. Remember everything I have told you and taught you. I know you will make me proud. I have utter faith in you.”

She did not speak, only inclined her head in the barest of nods. He handed the leash over to her handler and went out front to the bar, intending to socialize with some of the others while he waited.

Backstage the handler snapped her leash and uttered terse commands to her. “To your knees slut.” She lowered herself gracefully to her knees and waited silently. He lowered his face close to hers, his hands gripping her chin and turning her face side to side. His voice was low and harsh. “Not bad. Some might find you entertaining. Your name slut?”

Ever mindful of Master’s admonitions from earlier, she kneeled silently. She never saw the flogger he carried raise, only felt it as it swished down over her shoulders. She winced but made no sound, confident in Master’s assurances that nothing would happen to her that she could not handle. Again the man’s voice echoed near her ear. “I asked you a question slut. What is your name? Or do you prefer I beat it out of you?” She trembled visibly, but never made a sound, not even when he rained blows over her shoulders and on her thighs. Eventually he stopped and whispered softly in her ear, his former harshness softened. “Well, perhaps you are as well trained as your Master has said. You have done well. Now, follow.” He gave a tug on her leash and she struggled to crawl after him, the blindfold and long skirt hampering her progress.

Finally, he halted and affixed her leash to something, telling her to wait until someone came for her. She moved around a bit and found that she was attached to a ring in the wall. Her restlessness subsided and she kneeled unmoving and silent, her patience everlasting. She was startled when she felt hands on her hair, pulling out the pins and allowing her hair to cascade down her back. A brush yanked through the curls and her eyes teared up. No one spoke to her for awhile, then she felt someone kneeling next to her and a soft female voice spoke to her. “Now dear. Don’t be nervous. I just need to prepare you for your debut.” With that, she felt hands pushing her knees apart. She offered no resistance and spread them wide.

She felt fingers tickling at the inside of her thighs, slowly circling closer to her pussy lips. She bit her lip to keep from squirming. In no time, the fingers were parting her lips and gently stroking over her rapidly swelling clit. She flushed, knowing that she must appear to be a wanton whore to become aroused so easily. The woman laughed softly. “Your Master told us you would be easy to prepare. Don’t be embarrassed girl, from his tone I would say that is one of the qualities he prizes in you.”

The whole time she was speaking the woman continued to taunt the girl’s clit. She didn’t stop until the girl was flushed and squirming, chewing on her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. “There. All done. Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” The girl smiled and shook her head slightly. The woman left without another world and she was once again left alone. She could hear muffled voice from somewhere, but she couldn’t make out any of the words. Finally someone came and unhooked her leash. She followed the tugs on her lead. They stopped and the handler ruffled her curls. “It’s time slut. Stand up and follow the lead.”

She did as she was told and was lead through a doorway onto a stage. She could feel the hot lights on her skin, and was startled when someone near her began speaking into a microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen. We now come to the highlight of the evening. A moment we have been waiting for for quite some time. If you direct your attention to the stage you will see that the final treat for this evening is none other than Master Jaded’s beloved slave. Yes, that’s right, the girl he has been bragging about for all these many months is finally to be auctioned off. The contract is for twenty-four hours, no marks lasting longer than 36 hours, and all safety negotiations are to go through Master Jaded. Now let’s get this prize bitch properly displayed and demonstrate some of her talents.”

All through this speech panic had been welling up inside her throat. She could not believe Master was doing this. He had always said that as long as she was his, no other would possess her and now he was going to sell her to the highest bidder. Tears gathered on her eyelashes under the blindfold. She blinked them away, not allowing them to spill over. She was determined that if Master had decided that this is what he wished for her, she would not fail him.

She felt cuffs being attached to her wrists, which were then hoisted above her head until her toes were barely scraping the floor. Her breath was coming in short shallow breaths as her mind raced. Had she done something wrong? Done something that displeased Master so much he didn’t want her anymore? With effort she stilled her mind. Master was not the kind of man who would take this route if he wished to be rid of her, and he had promised that he would not allow any harm to come to her.

Strong hands gripped her waist, pivoting her slowly. She danced on the toes of her shoes, not wanting to lose her balance and let her full weight rest on her arms. As she turned, the panels of her skirt slipped away revealing the full length of her legs. She heard murmurs of appreciation from the crowd in front of her. When she was once again facing the crowd, the same hands slipped the skirt from her waist leaving her in only her thong and corset. She blushed brightly knowing how much of her was revealed. Behind the blindfold, her world was reduced to one of sound and sensation.

The person with the microphone began to speak again, the noise echoing in her ears. “Please pay particular attention to the details of this girl. The creamy white skin, so perfect for marking; the tiny waist cinched into the corset, made for hands to be wrapped around; the way the corset forces her breasts together and up; the way they heave as she struggles to control her breathing.” As he spoke, she felt herself flushing with heat, a fact the speaker capitalized on. “See how the blush of her cheeks spreads, filling her skin. Now, let’s see a little more.”

She felt the laces of her corset being loosened until it fell from her body, her ample breasts spilling out for everyone to gaze on. The gold rings piercing her nipples glinted in the light of the stage, the buds swelling and stiffening as she felt the eyes on her. Her lips parted and formed into a soft “o”, but no sound emerged. Next, large fingers hooked into the sides of her thong and slid it over her thighs and down her legs. She felt a touch on her ankles indicating that she was to step out of it. A collective sigh emerged from the crowd as her nude body was fully revealed to them.

Next she felt cuffs being attached to her ankles. When they were snug, they were slowly lifted in front of her. She could not help the gasp that escaped her lips as she was lifted off the floor. Her wrists twisted in the cuffs when her ankles reached the point where her legs were straight in front of her and then were slowly pulled apart. A round of applause rose from the crowd as her most intimate area was put on display. Her lips were perfectly smooth, puffy and pink, moisture glistening on her skin. She arched her back and moaned. Being put on display always caused such a conflict within her, an intoxicating mixture of shame and lust. Lips hovered near her ear whispering softly to her. “Moan, whimper, cry out all you like, but if one recognizable word falls from those pretty lips, I will find the harshest gag we have and use it on you with pleasure.” She recognized the voice of the man who had flogged her earlier and bit down hard on her tongue.

“OK Ladies and Gentlemen. I know this may be a hardship for you, but please, I need a volunteer from the crowd to come up here and assist with the rest of the demonstration.” He paused for a moment and chuckled softly. “Hmmmm, perhaps two then. You and you.” She heard movement in the crowd then the sound of footsteps on the stage. Off to the side she heard whispered instructions but could not make out any of the words. She stiffened as she sensed someone approaching her. Someone stood between her parted legs and she felt a soft hand rest on the inside of her thigh. It felt like a woman’s hand. Her hunch was confirmed when the woman’s nails scraped her tender skin. At the same time someone stepped behind her and cupped her breasts from behind. She whimpered softly as his fingers captured the rings in her nipples and began tugging and twisting on them.

Meanwhile the woman between her legs had shifted her attention to the girl’s rapidly moistening pussy. Her nails dragged along the slit, causing her to arch and moan. Her clit was pinched tightly as her nipples were being tormented. Tears filled her eyes and this time she could not prevent them from rolling out under the blindfold. Her body tensed and the man behind her spoke, “That’s it dear. There is nothing you can do to stop this. Just give in. Let the sensation take you over. The more you fight it the harder we will make it on you.”

The words rolled over her and she gave a slight nod of her head. There were suddenly more hands on her as the handler and announcer both joined in. She struggled as clamps were first added to her nipples, then another to her clit, joined by a chain running down her belly. Her flesh was stroked, pinched, bit, and licked until she could no longer tell the hands and mouths apart. She writhed and twisted in her bonds, eliciting appreciative sounds from the crowd. Suddenly she felt soft lips on her thighs and felt someone kneeling between her legs. The mouth moved over her lips, the tongue darting out to lap at the juices flowing from her. No more words were spoken. Her ankles were pulled higher until her ass was exposed. She felt a cool sensation, then grunted as a plug was pushed into her resisting rectum. Her moans and whimpers were almost continuous as she writhed, but not one clear word fell from her lips.

The mouth moving between her thighs was drowning out all the other sensations. Her body rocked and bucked against those lips, that tongue. Her moans grew in intensity, her muscles going rigid as she felt herself nearing release. Suddenly the mouth was taken away and she groaned in frustration, her hips continuing to buck against empty air. In the momentary quiet, she heard the wicked swish of something slicing through the air before a line of fire was painted across the back of her thighs. She drew in a breath to cry out, but before a sound left her mouth, identical lines were being carved along the backs of her legs and ass. She could hardly draw in a breath as the pain engulfed her. A mouth attached to each of her nipples, sending jolts of electricity coursing from the swollen nubs straight to her pussy. All at once, everything stopped. She heard the announcer speak again into the silence of the room. She hung limply in her bonds, sweat dripping from her body, her hair hanging wetly around her face. Her body kept up its uncontrollable trembling and occasionally a soft moan slipped from her lips.

Aside from the name, and Maengun’s perpetual stone face, Tommy actually liked coming to the community. He had always been fascinated by native culture and the Anishinaabe were the most unassuming and friendly people he had ever met.

Alyssa and Jamie spent most of the evening with a few other women, yakking like a bunch of high schoolers. At one point Alyssa joked, “With a name like ‘Gwayakwaa’, it’s about time you got it right!”

The name “Gwayakwaa,” translated loosely, means “getting it right” or “the corrector.”

Not to be outdone, Jamie countered with, “Oh yeah, well you should talk, ‘Tiny Fart!’”

Everyone there called Alyssa “Noodi”, short for her Ojibwe name, “Noodinens” which translates to “Little Wind”.

Tommy sat with several men, including Maengun, throughout most of the evening but, as night came, they ended up alone at the table and Tommy said, “Thanks again, Gun, for offering to help. I’m looking forward to the lessons.”

“Not a problem,” replied Maengun, “Mino explained the game to me and I am sure that some survival skills will come in handy but, I must admit, I am concerned about the ‘tournaments’. It would seem that there is a good chance of Noodi being hurt.”

Tommy fervently said, “Oh no. If anything gets too intense we are simply going to pull out of the game and leave. We’re doing this more for the adventure, not the BD stuff. I wouldn’t hurt her Gun…ever.”

“I understand Bashanzhe, and it is clear that you care for my daughter a great deal but it is sometimes difficult to reconcile the…lifestyle.”

Tommy sighed, sensing that there were going to be some hard questions coming, but he had promised Alyssa that he would answer whatever queries Maengun might have so, he said, “I’m sure it is Gun…I don’t even understand it all the time but…I know that it makes Alyssa happy and that’s enough for me.”

Maengun looked hard into Tommy’s eyes and said, “Why would you pretend to be very angry with her?”

Taking a deep breath, Tommy explained, “We have been together for a long time now and it is harder and harder to create scenarios where Ally…Noodi…is really frightened and—I know it is hard to understand but—genuine fear adds a great deal to her excitement. When she told me about the game I saw a rare opportunity to have her really think there was something to be afraid of but, if you know that then you know that I never actually did what she was dreading.”

“Yes,” said Maengun, “I understand that you tickled her instead.”

“Uh…yes…guilty pleasure, I’m afraid,” replied Tommy, exasperated at the fact that Alyssa wasn’t kidding when she said that she told her mother everything.

It was getting late and most people had left for their homes. Maengun rose from the table and said, “I would like to know more, but that is for a later time. Tonight I would like you to sleep in the tipi that I have set up in the back. You will need to accustom yourself to sleeping on a mat rather than a comfortable mattress. And, while you are here, I would ask that you do not go to my daughter.”

Tommy said, “Oh…okay, I understand,” and, after saying goodnight to Mino and Alyssa, he went around back to the tipi.

He knew his back was going to be sore in the morning from sleeping on the mat but Tommy smiled at the idea of spending the night in a real, Ojibwe tipi. He removed his clothing; all but his jockeys, and lay on the mat. There were a couple of blankets and, although it took a while to get warm, he dozed off after a half hour or so.

Everyone but Maengun went to bed and he puttered around for a couple of hours then went out back to sit in his favourite wooden chair. He looked over at the tipi, about fifty feet away and chuckled as he heard Tommy’s light snoring. He smiled as he looked up at the star laden night sky. He smiled as he watched the raccoon sniff around the tent and…he shook his head and smiled as he watched Alyssa, wearing only a short white, terry housecoat, sneak out the back door and enter the tipi.

Inside the tent, Alyssa slid off her housecoat then slipped under the blankets, spooning herself to Tommy’s back. She wiggled herself in as close as she could get then began to drift off to sleep but he suddenly whispered, “Oh…I don’t think you’re supposed to be here. Gun said we shouldn’t be together.”

“What did he say exactly?” asked Alyssa.

“He said, while I was here, he didn’t want me to go to you,” replied Tommy.

“Well, you didn’t come to me, I came to you.”

Tommy turned, rolled Alyssa onto her back, and whispered, “That’s absolutely true!”

Then he moved on top of her and slowly slid his already eager shaft into her equally keen vagina, and then they just moved tenderly against each other. Tommy lightly kissed her eyelids, cheeks, forehead, and lips as they continued to silently relish in each others touch. Whatever worries they may have had were quietly washed away as they climaxed together in a soft, warm, mutual orgasm.

Neither one wanted to break the embrace but finally Tommy said, “I guess you should go back in the house.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she whispered, “Do you realize that this is the first time you’ve kicked me out of bed?”

Tommy chuckled, whispering, “Hey, I said I was cute, not smart!”

Alyssa kissed him then stood, donned her housecoat, and left the tipi. Out of the corner of her eye she spied the dark figure sitting in the wooden chair but pretended not to notice and just ran back to the house.

* * *

Tommy awoke early, partly due to the noisy birds singing in the trees, and partly from a very stiff back. He dressed and poked his head out the tipi just in time to see Mino coming down the front steps to wake him. Minogimiwan was a lovely woman in her mid sixties who was rarely seen without a smile. Her name meant “good rain” which seemed to fit her so well and it was easy to see from where Alyssa got her looks and understanding temperament.

“Ah, good, you are awake already,” she said, “Come and have some breakfast Bashanzhe. Maengun is eager to begin your lessons.”

Tommy followed her into then house then, after a quick detour to the washroom, he joined Mino and Gun at the breakfast table. Alyssa was still sound asleep.

“Good day Bashanzhe. Did you sleep well enough?” asked Maengun.

Tommy replied, “Good morning Gun. Uh…I slept okay I guess. My back is a little stiff. Just not used to sleeping on the ground, you know. But I’ll be fine after some of Mino’s fine fry bread and her killer coffee.”

They chuckled at his reference to Mino’s penchant for making very strong coffee. If you need to wake up or get sober, her brew was just the thing.

Maengun then said, “I have always had my best nights sleep in the tipi, so long as nothing disturbs me in the middle of the night. Was that your experience Bashanzhe?”

Tommy hesitated for a moment, and then answered, “Uh…yeah, I suppose. Well, to be honest, last night Alyssa…”

Maengun interrupted, “Perhaps you will be able to answer better after another night or two. After another coffee I thought we could begin with the ways of the bow drill, if you like.”

“Excellent, Gun,” said Tommy, “I’ve been especially eager to make fire without a Ronson.”

A few minutes later, Tommy and Maengun went to the back and began to work with the bow drill. Alyssa arose an hour or so later and spent much of her morning watching the two men through the kitchen window. Minogimiwan had told Alyssa that Maengun would prefer that she stay away from Tommy for the day and let them work. She watched as Tommy learned how to make the bow drill components from nearby fallen white cedar branches. He seemed to readily pick up on how to make the device but, it was a different story when it came to actually making a coal to start a fire.

They worked until mid morning on making the spindle, board, bow, and hand hold, and then Maengun demonstrated how to create the coal, successfully igniting a tinder bundle in less than fifteen minutes. Next, Tommy tried but his efforts did not yield anything other than some wisps of smoke. Clearly frustrated but determined, Tommy worked for two fruitless hours until Maengun finally told him to take a break and have lunch.

Allysa and Mino brought out some burgers and wild rice and a couple of beers. Honouring her father’s wishes, she didn’t speak to Tommy much but she did manage a quick kiss to his cheek and a whisper, “It’ll happen, Tommy. Just keep trying.”

After their meal, Maengun once again demonstrated the bow drill technique, this time producing a coal in about twelve minutes. Tommy was then left to try on his own for the rest of the afternoon.

Alyssa helped her mother in the kitchen, periodically looking out the window to see Tommy growing increasingly discouraged. It was painful for her to watch as he would try try for twenty to thirty minutes straight, then walk away in disgust. She was proud of him though, as he always went back and tried again and again.

Maengun came in around three and he, Alyssa, and Mino sat down for a cup of tea. They sat chatting for a few minutes when they heard a loud shout from out back…

“I AM THE KING OF FIRE!”

They all arose and went to the back door to see Tommy doing a touchdown dance around the flaming tinder bundle and pumping his fists in the air. When he saw them in the doorway he stood with his hands on his hips, chest out like superman and in a terrible Tom Hanks imitation shouted, “I HAVE MADE FIRE!”

Mino tapped Allysa on the shoulder and said, “I think your man needs a hug.”

With that she ran out, excitedly yelling, “YOU HAVE MADE FIRE!” and jumped into his arms. Both fell to the ground laughing and kissing and Alyssa took the opportunity to whisper, “If I can sneak out tonight, you will get your reward.”

Just then Maengun walked over to them and said, “Well done Bashanzhe but…can you do it again?”

Still on the ground with Alyssa on top of him, Tommy muttered, “Boy, talk about a mood killer!”

After a quick kiss, Alyssa got up and returned to the house while Tommy tried once again to make a coal with the bow drill. She watched him through the window, feverishly working the bow and, after almost half an hour, he again achieved coal and lit another tinder bundle. Alyssa beamed with pride as she saw her father pat Tommy on the back and smiled as the two men began to laugh at some unheard good natured jibe.

Maengun spent the rest of the afternoon showing Tommy some other methods of creating flame, including an intriguing method using a polished pop can and even one using plastic wrap and water. As dusk approached the two men headed back to the house for dinner but Tommy suddenly stopped and said, “Oh…wow! I am such a moron!”

Maengun said, “Don’t be too hard on yourself. The bow drill can be difficult…”

“No, not that,” said Tommy, “I have been so wrapped up in my own little world that it never occurred to me…Alyssa knows how to do all this stuff, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, of course,” said Maengun.

Tommy asked, “How long does it take her to get a coal?”

“Not sure of the actual time, but she’s faster than me.”

Tommy just shook his head and muttered, “Geez, I am such a putz.”

Dinner was almost ready when they got back and, after Tommy had cleaned himself up, Alyssa said to Maengun, “Can I borrow Tommy for a few minutes, Ni Osseiman? I want to show him something in the tipi.”

Mino smiled at Maengun who just sighed and said, “Okay, that’s fine. But don’t be too long, dinner’s almost ready.”

Alyssa immediately took Tommy’s hand and led him out the door to the tipi. Once inside she closed the flap, turned and wrapped her arms around him.

Tommy asked, “What did you want to show me?”

Reaching down and massaging his crotch, she said, “A girl who loves you hopelessly; and a girl that wants to show you that sometimes a ‘quickie’ isn’t all bad.”

With that, she knelt and began to undo Tommy’s jeans. He reached down to her and said, “Oh, I haven’t showered or anything, Al.”

As she pulled the jeans and jockeys down she looked up at him sweetly. “That’s okay Tommy, I’ll clean it for you.”

He realized there was no stopping her and he wasn’t stupid enough to argue the point too much. It had taken a long time for Tommy to finally understand that she actually loved doing this for him; so he just closed his eyes and savoured the amazing sensation of her mouth and tongue fondling his submissive cock. Even the way she breathed was arousing as she held his hips firmly and caressed his penis like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. When he climaxed she reached behind him and pulled his hips into her, forcing him deep inside her mouth. All the while she was sucking like she was trying to draw saliva down from his mouth and he was hard pressed not to make noises that would alert the entire village.

“Jesus! I’ll have to make fire more often,” panted a very spent Tommy.

“Oh, that wasn’t your reward,” whispered Alyssa, “That was for me. Your reward comes later.”

As she pulled his pants back up and fastened the button, Tommy said, “What are we going to tell your mom if she asked what it was you showed me?”

Alyssa stood and said, “We could just tell her the truth.”

An incredulous Tommy said, “Oh, right…probably the last words I’ll ever say!”

She looked around… “Were the blankets warm enough last night?”

“Oh yeah; too warm really. I ended up kicking one of them off.”

Alyssa knelt on the mat and grabbed one of the blankets. “Okay then. What I wanted to show you was how to take one of the blankets and fold it in half, long ways, and then roll up the top couple of feet. You sleep on top of that one so you have a warmer bed and a bit of a pillow.”

“Damn!” said Tommy, “You’d think I could have thought of that myself. There must be something in the air here that has turned my brain to tapioca. I only realized a little while ago that you can do all the stuff that I’ve come here to learn. I apologize for that, by the way.”

“We’re a team,” she said as she took his hand, “and it can’t hurt us if we both know how to survive in the wild.”

Alyssa’s heart sped up as Tommy moved in for one of his signature long, deep, kisses but, just as their lips touched, the insistent voice of Minogimiwan destroyed the moment. They both shrugged, smiled at each other and obediently returned to the house for dinner.

* * *

The next three days were intense for Tommy as Maengun patiently taught him several tricks for survival in the wild. He learned how to make bow and arrow, a lean-to shelter, a ground mat, and several other secrets of living in the bush. Tommy was pretty good at some; like the bow and arrow, and not so good at others; like the ground mat, but Maengun knew that Alyssa would be able to take up the slack.

On the evening before their last day, they were sitting at the table enjoying a fried fish dinner. During the meal, watching Alyssa talking to Mino, Tommy marveled how, even in an old, oversized Tee shirt and jeans older that he, she still looked bloody delectable.

As they were finishing up, Alyssa said, “So, Ni Osseiman, what will you be teaching my Tommy tomorrow?”

“I believe Bashanzhe has learned all he can learn for now,” said Maengun, “so there will be no lessons tomorrow. Instead I thought we might spend some time in the sweat lodge.”

Tommy said, “The sweat lodge…really? Uh…thanks Gun. That’s something I didn’t expect.”

Maengun said, “We won’t do the whole ceremony; we will just spend some time with the Grandfathers.”

“I don’t really know what to do or even what the sweat lodge is all about but, I’m honoured Gun,” Tommy said.

Maengun explained, “The sweat is a purification of mind and spirit. Some people have visions but it is the cleansing that is important. It is a rebirth; a preparation for things to come.”

“As always,” Tommy said, “I put myself in your hands. You’re the expert.”

Maengun said, “I am not an expert on anything. I am only one who has knowledge of certain things.” Then, looking straight at Alyssa, he added, “It is best that you, Bashanzhe, spend this night in the tipi alone. It is important to be with only your own thoughts before the sweat.”

A blushing Alyssa looked down at the table as Tommy said, “Of course, I understand.”

After dinner they watched some TV then Alyssa accompanied Tommy to the front porch where they were able to enjoy a long, sweet, private kiss before he went to the tipi for the night.

“So will you miss me?” she said.

“Like half of me isn’t there.”

He kissed her again then turned and walked towards the tipi but he stopped when Alyssa said, “What will your thoughts be about tonight, Bashanzhe?”

Grinning, he said, “Monster trucks!”

“Oh really?” she said with a smile; then she lifted her Tee shirt, flashed her perfect boobs at him, dropped the shirt, and walked into the house.

“Hmmm…” he muttered as he entered the tipi, “So much for monster trucks.”

* * *

“Bashanzhe…time to sweat.”

Groggily, Tommy said, “Oh…okay, Gun. I’ll be right there.”

He had actually slept pretty well that night; getting more accustomed to sleeping on the mat, although…Alyssa’s mischief had made it hard to get to sleep initially. He arose and dressed in his sweats, which seemed appropriate, then exited the tipi to find Maengun waiting on the porch.

He said, “Take this water and do whatever you need to in the house then meet me over there by the birch trees. No breakfast; just the water. Bring tobacco and don’t take to long please.”

Tommy took the bottle, went straight to the washroom, then down to the kitchen. As he downed the bottle of water he watched Maengun preparing stones outside the little hut by the birch trees, about a hundred feet from the house. When he finished the water, Tommy ran back to the tipi for a couple of cigars then went to meet Maengun at the hut.

Without any fanfare, Maengun said, “When you enter or leave the sweat lodge, you crawl on your hands and knees. When you enter you say your name, your Ojibwe name, to let Mother know who you are. You will probably want to lose the sweat shirt.”

Tommy doffed the shirt, got down on hands and knees, and crawled into the hut, saying, “Bashanzhe`igewin Inini.”

Once inside, he positioned himself near the back while Maengun remained outside and rhythmically chanted. It was already pretty steamy inside and Tommy knew that wasn’t how it was normally done, but he was still honoured to be able to experience even a small part of the ritual.

Maengun entered the hut after a couple of minutes chanting, and sat across from Tommy on the opposite side of the fire pit. He threw a small pouch of tobacco into the flame and said, “The seven stones represent The Seven Grandfathers and you can honour them by offering the tobacco.”

Tommy reluctantly took the two fifteen dollar cigars and, almost tearfully, tossed them into the fire. Maengun couldn’t suppress a small, rare smile as he began to ladle more water onto the rocks. A cloud of white steam instantly rose from the pit, filling the hut with a soft haze that made it difficult to see.

“What do we do now?” said Tommy.

“You can close your eyes and empty your mind if you like…there is no right or wrong way.”

With that, Gun closed his eyes so Tommy followed suit. Almost immediately he felt himself relax and his mind drifted into a soft, hazy sea of sights and sounds, like the unconnected memories of a dream. Suddenly his eyes snapped open as someone shouted his name—his Ojibwe name.

“What…? What!?”

He looked at Maengun who said, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You called my name… Bashanzhe`igewin Inini.”

“I said nothing; and there is no one else here. It has been silent until you spoke.”

Tommy said, “How long have we been here?”

“About a half an hour.”

An incredulous Tommy said, “Get outta town…! It feels like only a couple of minutes!”

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