Uncommon Tastes - Shirisha

*Author's note: this chapter contains femdom and some light BDSM*

Noah washed up thoroughly, and even tried to brush his misbehaving hair, then sat waiting. He was just asking himself why he was actually nervous - surely Lisa’s joke wasn’t that serious? When someone rapped on his door.

Opening it, Noah nodded and said, “Hello, please come in,” to the expressionless woman who was waiting, holding a small cloth bag.

Shirisha was perhaps in her early to mid 30’s, her black hair shaved close to her scalp. She had the dark colouring that Noah understood was common to the semi-nomadic tribes that inhabited the mountainous plateau to the south, and while she was attractive enough her short temper and caustic tongue had kept Noah at a distance since he boarded the Nawyet. Medium height and sturdy, she was clearly respected by the crew, but the younger mates seemed intimidated by her and she did not seem to mind that at all.

Before Noah could try to give his usual welcome the woman said, “The captain said you would ‘entertain’ requests beyond the common, whatever ‘common’ is in a bedroom. What does that mean?”

Caught off balance, Noah replied, “Well, that’s a good point, calling some sex acts ‘common’ does seem to perhaps imply that uncommon sex is not normal, which I don’t believe, honestly.” The woman gave a short grunt at his reply, and he could see she wasn’t impressed by his attempt at establishing his own tolerance rather than answering the question. He continued, “Ok, I suppose the common sex acts are vaginal, anal, oral sex. Uncommon is things like piss, and shit. I definitely am not comfortable with those kinds of kinks. There are some people who enjoy pretending to be others or acting sexual scenarios, and I am good with that depending on the specifics, as there are some things that I don’t enjoy even to pretend. Uh, beyond that I guess it depends? I may decline some things but I won’t be upset by asking, or tell others of course.”

Shirisha gave a nod. “Do you enjoy pain?”

“Oh. Not really? Sorry?” he replied, “I certainly don’t like any pain that would last beyond the act. Giving or receiving… mostly receiving if I’m being honest.”

“How about being tied up or restrained? And to be clear, Noah with the clever tongue, I mean you would be the one tied.”

“I have little experience with that, but I would be willing to try, as long as I am always able to tell you I want it to stop and then it stops, instantly.”

Shirisha grinned for the first time, “Naturally, you can pick a word to mean to stop and I would, by my honour. How about some light discipline? A gentle slap, more for play or show, not for real pain.”

“…That would be acceptable, but again with the caveat that at any time I can say a word and it all ends.”

“Very well, pick a word then Noah. I am willing to go with these limits and abide by them. We will also pretend, but I don’t need you to do a monologue from an old play. Just pretend to be a boy from a village nearby. You have seen me before but you do not truly know me.”

Noah felt he was losing control of the situation, somehow, but she had agreed to his terms so he shrugged, a bit flustered. “My word is, uhm, fish?”

“That is a stupid word. But very well, if you say the word ‘fish’ I will stop everything. But until you say that, it is part of the game we play, correct? When I pay a boywhore in port I pay extra to draw blood, just a bit, I can offer you 10 silver mermaids if you wish-”

“No.” He said it flatly, now sure that Shirisha would push the boundaries if he let her.

She nodded, then opened the small bag she had brought. “Just lay down, as you are.” With Noah on his back, she pulled out some lengths of soft fabric. With the efficiency of a sailor, she tied Noah’s two ankles to the bedframe where it was connected to the bulkhead. His hands she tied together with a short length through a gap in the sturdy headboard. Noah had enough space to move his arms and legs to a degree, and the knots themselves were not uncomfortable.

“And now we begin steward,” she said as she looked down on him. He nodded slowly, and a small smile flitted across her face then disappeared.

“Oh Erslan, you must be scared, but don’t be,” she all but purred. She ran a hand down his chest and onto his stomach through the shirt he wore. “I had to tie you up to keep you safe, do you see?”

Noah stared at her, but her expression was reassuring and almost kind. He remembered what she had said about the make-believe, and he quietly said, “Keep me safe from what Shirisha?”

“Why, from all sorts of dangers! This time of year, the mountain bears wander down, starving, and there are many cougars about. If you were to wander around outside, at night, I’d be so worried for you.”

Shirisha leaned down, conspiratorially, and said, “Also I have to be sure you don’t do anything foolish. Ever since I saw you at the festival, I knew we were meant to be! And now I want you to be calm and safe while we talk.” Her hands were undoing the buttons on Noah’s shirt, and she opened it up with a smile. “Ahh you are even more lovely than I had thought Erslan!”

“So we are meant to be?” he asked quietly.

The woman nodded seriously, “Aye. Your mother - she means well, I am sure. But to ask for a hundred silver merms for your virginity? I know you are worth that, and more, my sweet. But once you are drained dry your mother and her sisters and aunties will whore you out to another tribe. They will have you shooting your pure seed into any dry cunt with the coin to pay!”

Her voice turned hard, and Shirisha dragged her fingernails down his skin. “I said I would give her a thousand silver for you, most of my wealth and enough to buy large herd, but not to rent you like a stud. To have you forever, so I could keep other, grasping, women from digging their claws into you. To have the sweetest, most beautiful boy in the mountains where he belongs… in my bed when I return from the hunt. To wash my feet at the end of the day, to lick my honey every night as I fall asleep.”

She was rubbing his stomach as her smile fell. “But your whoremonger of a mother said no! How dare she reject my generous offer, and then to laugh and say she might gift you to the Khatun’s boyharem to curry her favour instead!” With a sudden angry gesture, Shirisha pulled her hand away, fast enough to make Noah gasp. She scratched him, perhaps hard enough to leave a mark, and he considered saying his word.

But Shirisha leaned over him and kissed him suddenly, “I am sorry my love, an accident! Here, let kiss it better!” She quickly moved to his stomach and kissed him there, once, then again, and smiled up at him.

“Am I going to be tied up all night, Shirisha?” Noah asked quietly.

She shook her head as if in surprise, “Oh no, I am sure you won’t be! Well, probably not. You are a good boy, so cute and sweet, you’ll behave I’m sure. In fact, very good boys are rewarded,” her hand felt his cock through his pants, and she pouted, “Drat! The ride through the dark must have frightened your cock away! It had to be done my love, I couldn’t let your mother’s guards find us before we were free, that’s why I had to put that awful bag over your head. But we are alone now.”

Her hand kept rubbing him, then it slipped into the waistband and found his bare skin. Noah was not erect, but there was something to this game they played that did interest him. He took the part that excited him, and let that be his focus.

“Aha! Your proud little man awakens my love!” Shirisha sounded quite pleased as he began to stiffen in her hand, and she undid his loose rope belt and tugged his pants down to his knees, baring him. “Yes, you are stronger and larger than I had thought, but still very cute!”

“Are you going to take my virginity Shirisha? Mother said it’s very important that I keep it until she says, now that I am of age,” Noah kept his voice pitched quiet, almost tremulous, and the woman clearly liked his words. She gripped his half hard cock with both hands and began to stroke.

“I am, my sweet. You remember how we met eyes in the market? When your mother had you dressed up like a prize colt to be sold? We looked into each other’s souls in that moment, and I knew it was meant to be.”

His cock was now mostly hard, and the woman bent over it to lick it, from the root all the way along the bottom of his shaft to the tip. “Ah, so clean and fresh for me. Good.” She nibbled on his cockhead, very lightly, with just enough **** to let him know it was her teeth and not lips.

She spent several minutes kissing and licking him, complimenting him on his size and beauty. She broke off, then stood and dropped her pants to the ground. With one hand she felt at her sex, spreading her hairy lips so he could see the darker skin of her folds against her thighs. “And when I put your cock inside me, you’ll be a man, and no matter what happens after that we will be forever together in our hearts, right?”

“I suppose,” he replied, and in the moment he wasn’t even sure why he was acting dubious.

Her smile faded, and Shirisha sat on the bed next to him. Her hand flashed and she slapped him. He was more shocked than hurt, indeed she had done it so it barely grazed his cheek, but still a part of him was outraged.

“Now, Erslan, you must behave and do as I say! Some women would like to scratch and slap you, to mark you as theirs, or disrespect your mother by hurting you, but I won’t. As we agreed. But I will make you a man, understand?”

“Yes Shirisha,” Noah replied, suitably cowed. She stood again, her face twisted into a proud smile of superiority, and she undid her shirt. Her small tits were capped with dark brown nipples, so stiff they seemed half the size of the breasts they jutted from, and she twisted a nipple savagely as she discarded the top.

Staring into his eyes, she said, “Enough games. I would play all night if I could but I want it now. Maybe next time you will let me play properly, neh?” She got on top of him, straddling him. She took his cock, still hard, in one hand and held it to her pussy. With a look of near triumph, she sank down onto him, then let out a long moan. “Yes, no matter what your people say, I have made you a man Erslan and even if your mother catches up to us you will never forget me. And now you need not fear being given to the Khatun.”

She rotated her hips, and Noah squirmed. She had her eyes closed, her head tilted up, lost in her memories as she fucked him, using his cock as a prop in whatever play she acted in her mind. With a grin, she began to work herself up and down his shaft faster and harder, her wetness soaking him.

Noah gave a short gasp and she leaned forward, grabbing his neck in her hand tightly, “Silence! Your villagers ride the hills looking for you, and if they find us before I am done I will have to fight them, and we both may die!” She let go of him, and again he debated saying the word but felt she was close to the end now.

And she was. She screwed her eyes tightly closed, as if no hint of the real world was allowed to intrude, and whispered “Erslan!” a few times then yelled. As she came on his cock, she collapsed on him, one hand scratching his arm with her sharp fingernails, and he yelled too.

She lay on top of him, limp, as her pussy spasmed on his thick cock. Finally, she smiled once at him, then stood up. Her eyes were half closed as she dressed, and when Noah started to speak, she shushed him.

She dressed quickly, then untied one of his hands reluctantly, then undid the other straps and said, “That was good steward. If we do it again, you should be a man and let me hit you more, it feels like a glorious kiss, and I would not damage you. Just a sting to let you know you’re alive. My offer stands, but I will pay you 20 mermaids next time, and I will make sure you have no bruises that show to the soft women on this boat who think they love you.”

Without waiting for his reply, Shirisha left him, his unsatisfied cock still hard, half dressed on his bunk.

“Yeah, I don’t think there will be a next time,” he said to the empty room.