Researcher's Note: The Feast of Carnal Knowledge was the highest and most revered festival of the Molokoni people. All participants and observers were over the age of 18. It did not occur every year but only when there were initiates who had performed their necessary ordeals. The word 'ordeal' is, perhaps, a bit dramatic for all of the initiates. The intensity varied from individual to individual. For some it was an ordeal to learn about themselves. Others sought the lessons. Success meant they had proven themselves and were to celebrate their sexual journeys.
Leading up to the day were smaller festivities allowing the tribe members to indulge and enjoy themselves. It was really like foreplay, exciting the clan and getting its members ready for more enjoyment, an intensity of enjoyment - a climax of enjoyment. All day long the initiates were readied, each in his or her own way according to the wisdom of King Moloko.
As graduates do, as wedding parties do, the initiates had rehearsed to perfection their entry ritual. They had formed into a double line again and again at rehearsals but now it was for real. The eldest among them was in the lead, at the tip or head of the procession. She (because in this case the eldest was female) wore a hood that covered her head and shoulders draping to about her hips, whilst the other initiates were naked. The column walked into the plaza toward an arbor made of woven shimmer bush boughs. The arbor formed a narrow gate, a symbolic vagina. The line of initiates (the symbolic penis) was made to pass through the arbor signifying consummation. The line did not merely stride through the arbor. Instead they walked forward and back several time chanting a cadence: "In and out, through the door, In and out through the door..." A strangely moving chant, sounding much better in the Molokoni language than the crude translation given. With each entrance, the leader pulled back the hood letting it fall below her shoulders. When the line backed out, the leader replaced the hood over her head. Thus, the foreskin of the penile procession slid back and forth as it was moved through the vaginal arbor. The cadence began slowly and increased in tempo as the initiates completed the cycle of 24 "thrusts," at last rushing through and erupting on the other side. A shout went up from the villagers seeing the shrubbery vagina had been coaxed to completion.
The line was separated with each person being led to his or her station for the day.
At first Dee Winderly was uncomfortable being trussed publicly as she was. When she was in her warrior training, she was among women. Being tethered to a pole gave her some freedom of movement. This time she was spread-eagled in the plaza. Her hands were pulled aside and tied lightly. Her arms were not pulled upward because it would have caused the blood to pool and leave her arms numb. She could have slipped the bonds if she wanted, because bondage was not the point; patient enjoyment was the point. Her legs were also spread and her ankles lightly fastened to poles. Thus, she was open to the world, to everyone who wanted to look or to touch. She was vulnerable as long as she wished it to last and could call a halt any time she chose.
Only she did not wish to call halt. Dee Winderly was eager. She had lived too long in bondage to her fears. Now she wanted to use the bondage as a form of liberation. She could step outside herself and enjoy the experience: depersonalize it so she could observe herself. This is often the pleasure of bondage, to be tied in order to escape.
Jim was also set up in the plaza. He in a form of pillory. His hands and legs were free, but he stood on a platform with his cock and balls stretched over the lower part of the pillory so the base of his penis rested on the carefully formed semi-circle in the shimmer bush wood plank, the upper half then lowered, with its matching semi-circular cutout, so it almost appeared as if he had thrust himself through a hole in the pillory. The hole was too constricting to allow himself to pull out, even with a painful squeeze, but the pillory was not so locked that he could not, had he wished, released himself. His professor stood not ten feet away in front of him. Both were anxious, not so much for any harm that might befall them, but for being able to see one another vulnerable, aroused, and used for sexual pleasure.
They would be participants and observers. Others were similarly trussed or pilloried in ways that heightened that person's needs and desires. Among the dozen or so participants were Meelo and Miriam. All the initiates could see and be seen rather easily. Nor was it only youngsters on display. Two mothers with breasts sagging and nipples distended were there for the ceremonies.
There was, as well, a man in his 50s, belly no longer firm, silver at the temples and bald on top. His cock was full, but horizontal when erect, the effects of gravity winning against the muscles that used to hold his cock so high. King Moloko had explained to Jim what part the man would play. The Feast of Carnal Knowledge was not simply for the young initiates (and Dee and himself). For some it would be a renewal of their sexuality. It was so with this man who had begun to wonder about the effects of aging upon himself both physically and in the loosening of his boundaries. He had confided in King Moloko that his wife was not arousing him as she once had, how he found himself in need of renewal and had ceremonially, in the way of the Molokoni placed his penis in the King's hand - literally. He had been what translates loosely from the Molokoni language a 'penis refuser' not accepting the free and easy sexuality of the people with their celebration of both sexes but he was now not so sure of his younger insistence on not touching men. He saw other men of his age being able to stand so much firmer. It worried him and the worry, the king knew, was affecting him.
The King had decided, therefore, to have him aroused all day by a series of men, and only men, who would touch his penis with their own, press their cocks into his face, spread his ass cheeks and poke wetted fingers lightly into his anus, offer their cocks for him to feel and suck and do the same to his cock until he was nearly ready to cum. Then they would desist, allowing him to recover himself, whereupon they would begin again. He too was tied, stretched out, secured around his wrists and ankles, his fingers free to grasp at anything which was placed by them. It was mostly penises! His challenge was to allow himself the pleasure of being stimulated by so many men that his penis would firm the more and he would never accept and celebrate his widening interests. Exposure therapy, Jim would write in his journal entry for the day.
Miriam, Jim's companion for the training period, was on her back with her legs spread and hands tied to her thighs. Her breasts were exposed and her pink lips and vagina open to anything or anyone. Her fingers were close to her sex but not close enough to masturbate as her arousal rose. She could not bring on her own orgasm. It would be provided by others - many others.
Dee's guide during her warrior training, Meelo was bent over a table, on tiptoes. Her ankles were also tied so that she was spread. Her arms were likewise tied. The intricate way the ropes were laced brought her hands to her ass such that they pulled her cheeks apart. Neither could she touch herself in a way to reach orgasm. So close and so far away, as they say. Her tight ass hole so displayed to the whole tribe.
From his position, Jim could inspect his professor as she stood in her trusses. He liked looking at her this way, not having to pretend to avert his eyes or to steal a glance. He liked what he saw as evidenced by his cockstand. When Dr. Winderly looked his way, he intentionally bounced his cock for her. She looked away but then returned her gaze to his beautiful penis.
Their eyes meeting, Dr. Winderly asked, "Are you enjoying yourself?" She was not really exasperated at his staring ,but in her discomfort, did not know quite what to say to him. She was actually pleased to think Jim's erection was due in some measure to him looking at her naked, helpless, and available.
