Chapter 2

The primary role of the Matuatele is to complete the sexual education of young women living on Vahinaki before they move into a long-term relationship.

There is a set path toward womanhood here. Up until the age of 15, girls concentrate on their schooling, from arts and languages to astronomy and mathematics. For the next three years, they focus on perfecting their domestic and managerial skills. At 18, they are permitted to choose a husband or long-term lover from the men on Nukunga, and the man is not permitted to refuse when formally approached. However, many forgo men altogether except for procreation, and concentrate on heightening their pleasure with other women, with whom they may also partner. Both monogamy and polygamy are common here. And worshipping the Matuatele, under her decadent, knowledgeable, and sometimes cruel tutelage, is a necessary rite of passage for women between the ages of 18 and 28 here.

Before I tell you more about my little Ailani, I should confess some of the other deliciously bold, wicked, and nasty things I have done since assuming the mantle of the Matualele. And imagine – I still have two years left to go on Vahinaki.

After I became the Matuatele, I established a mistress-slave relationship between myself and Mahina. No longer was she permitted to wear clothes in my presence. She entered my study one day on her hand and knees, eyes toward the ground, and asked if I would see our mutual friend Halia, who had a favour to ask. Halia, who wore dark-rimmed glasses and had studied philosophy in Australia, had helped me translate some obscure passages from a collection of Polynesian legends. I was happy to see her. She entered the room and apologized for not bowing fully due to her big belly. “Since I became pregnant six months ago,” Halia explained, “my desires have been exceptionally strong. I masturbate several times a day. Yet my dear girlfriend no longer seems willing to pleasure me, for reasons I do not understand. Can you please help me, O gracious Matuatele?”

Minutes later, Halia lay back on my spacious bed, her smooth, toned legs spread in a blatant V, with her calves dangling over the edge. I lapped at her engorged inner labia, sucking them into my mouth, as her hips squirmed and she pushed her unshaven crotch into my face. I looked up and could see her arms moving, caressing her swollen tits with shameless pleasure. I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to explode on my face…and then she would be another slave for the Matuatele. Forever.

Afterwards, I lay on the bed behind Halia, caressing her smooth, taut belly and her long legs, listening to the rush of the sea outside.

I sensed someone else in the room, and turned my head to see Mahina. “Who gave you permission to be in here?” I demanded, showing my capricious side. Mahina began to explain. I raised a finger. “Fuck off, slave! Get out of here! When I want you, I’ll send for you. And the next time I send for you will be to tell you your punishment for violating the sanctity of the Matuatele’s chamber.”

After my delightful experience with Halia, I was even more excited about the prospect of publicly demonstrating my complete mastery over Mahina. I was very turned on by the knowledge that she had done nothing wrong, but was about to experience my cruelty in a way that completely satisfied my lust at the same time, and bound us together even more tightly.

The following day at noon, I stepped into the main square of the village, where Mahina was tied nude with her ass facing out to a tall wooden pole depicting the moon goddess. Hundreds had gathered to watch the Matuatele demonstrate her power and superiority, and I enjoyed the eyes fixed on me as I wore my ceremonial robes with pride.

Halia had the honour of handing me the polished balsa wood handle of the flogger, adorned with nine black leather tails. “Thank you, Matuatele, for showing us the way,” she said in a loud, clear voice. The women watching repeated: “Thank you, Matuatele, for showing us the way.”

In response, I reached inside my robe and produced a glistening, green jade butt plug that I had brought with me from Seattle. I handed it to Halia. “Go!” I said. “Fill up the one who sinned against the Matuatele.”

As the watching women, many of them barebreasted and clearly excited, began to clap rhythmically, slowly and quietly at first, Halia went to Mahina, deftly spread her ass cheeks apart, and looked at me for approval before easing the butt plug right up the soon-to-be-punished slave’s ass. Mahina let out a long, raw grunt as it entered her, and the crowd murmured with increasing excitement. That made my cunt clench as I fondled my whip.

“Do you want to see the punishment I give?” I demanded in a loud voice. “Yes!” the women cried out. Mothers, sisters, daughters, wives, aunts…everyone was lusting to see me show my power now.

I stepped forward and lightly ran the leather tails over Mahina’s ass, making her tremble before I brought down the flogger with full force. She screamed with pain and excitement as a clear mark appeared on her soft brown ass. The women cheered and screamed: “Use her! Show her! Make her worship the Matuatele!” The rhythmic clapping picked up as everyone crowded closer to watch me punishing this slave.

Hot, cruel lust surged through me as I flogged Mahina steadily, listening to the chants and incantations. Women were lowering their skirts, masturbating to the sight. At one point, I lifted my own robe, licked the balsa-wood handle while making eye contact with Halia, and thrust the handle into myself so I could fuck myself in front of a crowd of native women, now reaching out eagerly to caress me.

I continued giving it to Mahina, and derived great pleasure from the sight of her pushing hard to expel the butt plug from her asshole. “Push it right out, bitch!” I screamed at her. “Show everybody what a motherfuckin’ slut you are! Let the whole fuckin’ village see!”

With one hand on my clit and the other wielding my whip, I came with a surging intensity that made me scream as Mahina finally expelled the butt plug, obeying my orders. Women clasped me against their bosoms, holding me tight as I lay on the grass in the shadow of the pole.

When I had finally recovered, I ordered Mahina to be untied and brought to my room, where we lay together beneath my cool sheets. I caressed her, stroked her, and told her what a good girl she was as we sipped coconut milk together. Mahina kissed me eagerly and cuddled her face into my breasts. I knew she would never forget how I had flogged her…and would want it again, more and more.

Three days later, Mahina came to me to request another favour. “I’m very busy right now,” I said. “Particularly with the moon goddess festival just a week away. But tell me what it is, little slave.”

And then Mahina told me that Ailani had returned from her year-long work study program in Tahiti. “She’s ready for you, O Matuatele,” Mahina said respectfully.

Ailani and I lie side by side, naked on my bed, touching and kissing. The hut is immaculate. Under my watchful eye, Ailani has cleaned, dusted, and polished everything. She has stood by my side, feeding me freshwater shrimp and a banana-papaya pudding that she prepared herself. And she has given herself freely to me, as my fingers sensually trace over every inch of her long, slender yet curvy body – while still clothed.

I told her to dance for me in the nude before joining me in bed. Her hips move with a rhythm that make me need to know her. Oh, I am going to enjoy educating Mahina’s 19-year-old daughter, who is even better than Mahina herself.

I want to corrupt Ailani so thoroughly.

“Baby?” I say between kisses.

“You know those TV shows you saw in Tahiti?”

“With the girls in Los Angeles? Yes.”

“I want you to dress up for me like them sometimes. I’ll order some clothes for you. Stiletto heels, fishnet stockings, those little chemises. You’ll wear them just for me.”

“Of course, Matuatele.”

“And another thing: do you know Halia’s younger sister?”

“Noelani? She’s one of my best friends.”

“And have you ever…?”

“Oh, no, no. I don’t think she likes girls…?”

“You’re wrong, sweetheart. And I heard this morning she’ll be back early, just before the moon goddesss festival. You two girls are going to become even better friends…there’s so much you have to learn…”

We kiss again as the breeze rustles through the palm trees outside.