My Voyage of Discovery Ch. 11

"Deal. Where's the damn survey?"

I handed her the iPad and she started filling out the survey. While she was working on it, I removed her shoes and socks, her pants and underwear. I couldn't get to her shirt and bra, seated on the bed holding my iPad. I scented her arousal, finding her pussy flushed and damp.

"I want the full blown Beth special," Jìngyi said. "Don't start anything until I'm finished unless you can give me more than one orgasm."

"If you don't scream when I make you climax, you can have as many as you want while you take the survey."

"What makes you think I won't use two hours to take it?"

"Master would be very suspicious if you took that long. You only get forty-five minutes, survey and sex. If you want more sex, Darla and LuAnn might be receptive."

"As much as I enjoy sex with Darla, it's hard to get through her carpet. I prefer a more tailored look. How's LuAnn?"

"I've given her cunnilingus. She hasn't returned it yet, but she's experienced with women and I know she's trimmed."

"Maybe I'll give her a spin."

As Jìngyi took the survey, I lightly licked her, keeping her entertained, though not trying hard to make her orgasm. She climaxed twice anyway, but was ready for serious sex when she finished.

"If you've no objection, I'll get on top, so I can lift off your face if I get close to an orgasm," I said.

"Works for me," Jìngyi replied.

The nice thing about my training is I could mostly ignore what she was doing to me while concentrating on her pleasure. Not ignore it so much I didn't have to lift my hips twice to keep from cumming. Since I was giving her a Beth special, I did a nice fifteen minute build up until she was begging to cum. When I finally took her over the top, I nearly drowned in her cum. I cheated a little and gave her two more quick ones because they didn't take more than four minutes she was so wound up.

"That was magnificent, Beth," Jìngyi whispered as I helped her dress. "I think the women should have a girl's night out one night. Just a room full of aroused cunt."

When she was clothed, she gave me a sweet kiss. I could still taste my juices on her.

"The only places big enough for the number of cunts you're discussing are the gym, the sundeck and the stern room. Maybe the game room."

"You're forgetting Joshua's playroom."

"The dungeon? We couldn't spread out there. Too much apparatus."

"I wouldn't mind some of the apparatus if all it involved was being tied down and pleasured or forced to pleasure. No spanking or whipping."

"Jìngyi, you naughty girl. I wonder if you aren't a slave just waiting for a collar?"

She blushed and laughed. "I told you I think about it. You make it look so easy."

I kissed her. "Master or Mistress," I asked.

"Two months ago, I would have said Master, except I wouldn't even have considered it. Wouldn't a Mistress be kinder?"

"Ask Sherry if she thinks a Mistress is kinder. It depends upon the individual Dominant. There's nothing inherently gentle about either a woman or man Dominant."

"Maybe I should check with Sherry and Angelique. Well, anyway, thanks for the wonderful orgasms," Jìngyi said.

"You're welcome. Thank you for pleasuring me."

"How badly do you need to cum right now?"

"Very much. It's why I couldn't let you touch me the last five minutes of our session. I couldn't have helped myself. You're getting quite good."

"Lots of practice, mostly with Roberta, but others as well."

"Did you ever let Ethan fuck you?"

Jìngyi laughed. "Oh, yes. Him and a few others as well. Most of the men are really starting to take an interest in oral sex, and not just as a prelude to fucking. If they're particularly good, I feel they should be rewarded, so they maintain their interest. Do you know who's particularly good at licking cunt?"

"Not a clue."

"Pierre. One might even think he's spent an inordinate amount of time licking pussy. He's not quite at your level yet, but he's quite good."

Knowing Pierre used to be submissive to a woman, I wasn't surprised.

"You don't find him a little mechanical?"

"Not to me. Every time it's been different, and every time it's been wonderful."

Sounded as if he was taking my advice. Made me want to try him again. I said goodbye and saw her off. Master was working at his desk.

"Are you done with your surveys, Beth?"

"Yes, Master."

"You didn't cum yet, did you?"

"No, sir."

"Come sit on my lap." He patted it and I sat down.

He kissed me and started fondling me, playing with my pussy, a finger, sliding through my folds. Still aroused from playing with Jìngyi, it took no time at all before I was writhing, begging him for permission to climax. He kissed me, but told me I couldn't cum. It didn't stop him from playing with me.

"Please, Master. I'm so close. I don't think I can hold it any longer. Let me cum."

Instead of permission, he merely kissed me harder and his other hand played with a breast, the nipple stiff and taut as he fingered it. I moaned, thrusting my hips against his hand. He added another finger and I moaned again, begging him.

"No, slave, you're going to cum on my fingers," he whispered. "Go ahead, let go. You're not going to get permission, but you are going to cum."

I sighed and relaxed, let my orgasm wash over me, surrendering to my Master. His fingers kept working, gave me another orgasm and then another, each one making me arch against his hand, his hard body, panting as he kissed my breath away. He removed his fingers from my twat, fed them to me, letting me taste myself, then kissing me again.

"It looks like we need to have another punishment evolution. Thirty swats. I'm going to have William do half and Sam do half. They're already setting up on the sundeck."

"Sounds like you planned it, Master."

"I did. What do you think about that?"

"You're my Master and it's well within our agreement for you to do so, sir."

"Shrink me, as you did the others. Why would I do it?"

"Based only upon this one incident, or on my entire knowledge of you, Master?"

"Your entire knowledge of me."

"When I first joined you, I believed you were disappointed in your choice. You seemed disinterested in me as if you wished you'd chosen another. We were shared as you have shared all of your other slaves, but the men were done differently from the women, at least to start. Most of the time I was blindfolded, so I didn't know who was fucking me. It was like you were fucking me each time, because I didn't know who it was.

"But, I was mistaken about you. Instead of disappointment, you were besotted with me and chose to hide your absorption with a mask of indifference. On Monday, you declared your love for me but we made arrangements for you to marry Miranda instead of me. Despite how you feel about us, differently from any of your other slaves, you continue to share us with other men, but there are feelings involved for you now. Feelings you've never had before. Educated guesswork, again, sir, but I suspect sharing us makes you more uncomfortable than it used to.

"Rather than just let us be fucked indiscriminately, you choose to remind us we are yours, to offer a little pain with our pleasure. You want to maintain your accustomed practices, but it's more emotionally painful for you, sir. So you make it more physically painful for us."

"You're very perceptive, Beth, and dead right. Knowing I'm giving you to William and Sam this afternoon, I couldn't just let you go to them. I needed to do something to remind you that you're mine."

"Sir, I will never need reminding that I'm yours. It's in my heart every day. If it makes you uncomfortable sharing us, you know you don't have to. We're yours to do with as you like. But, if you want to continue as you have, I've no objection to your reminding us we're yours, just as William reminds Evelyn that she is his and to behave herself properly. I probably shouldn't speak for Miranda, but if you want to give me the occasional reminder you own me utterly and completely, I'm okay with it. The three orgasms you gave me were worth it, Master."

He caressed my cheek again. "As intelligent as you are beautiful." He fastened my leash to my collar. "Come along. It's time."

They were making the announcement for the punishment evolution as Master led me to the sundeck. He was carrying one of his paddles, so no hand today. It would be harsher than usual. Perhaps even more than expected because Bill and Sam would be providing it and I, other than observing them punish others, had no idea how strongly they struck. Edgar had set up the stocks on the deck and he fastened me in with the holes low enough so I was bent over, my back parallel to the deck. My feet were fastened apart so my pussy was visible to everyone who had the time to watch. I saw Jìngyi was standing with LuAnn, and both of them were naked at the moment. I suspected we'd interrupted some sex.

Master made the announcement that I was being punished for cumming three times without permission. He said my punishment would be administered by William and Sam today, fifteen strokes each. He handed the paddle to Bill first.

"Fifteen as hard as you strike Evelyn, please."

William laid on fifteen and they were hard. If Evelyn received fifty every day, she had my admiration. My eyes were leaking tears before he finished. The paddle was handed to Sam with instructions he should punish me as hard as he did his own slaves. His was as rough as William's was. As bad as my ass burned when they were both done, my pussy was burning worse and I wanted someone to plug it quick. I could feel fluids running down my thighs from my overheated cunt. Neither of the two men took advantage when they were done, but I was going with them anyway.

"For a little privacy and more room," Master said to Bill and Sam as I was being released, "I suggest you use the stern room as Beth suggested to Darla and LuAnn last night. We'll be dining at seven. Please use her well before then. She seems quite desperate for cock right now."

He rubbed a finger through my slit to show them, smiling at my moan.

"We'll take good care of her Joshua," Bill said.

"I know."

He fastened my leash and gave the end to William. I took them down the steps to the aft room. It was open to the ocean, though we were still sailing. I showed them how to remove the cushions from the deck chairs and we laid them down until we had a nice big area for fucking. For the next three and a half hours, we did every kind of fucking five people could possibly do.

I was insatiable. If I wasn't sucking a cock, I was licking a cunt. If I wasn't being fucked in the ass, I was being fucked in the cunt, possibly both. The other two slaves helped keep me reasonably presentable and the two men as stiff as sexy naked slaves could make them. In return, I did all I could to pleasure them. More than once I had two cocks in me or a cock and cunt sharing my body while the others rested. I hadn't been fucked so thoroughly since the orgy at Master Frank's. Both men had nice, large cocks similar to Master's which filled me well. Both women were delightful, tasty creatures who appreciated my talents and enjoyed sex as much as I did. By six-thirty, we were lying in a languid heap, breathless and panting.

"Won't have to exercise much this week," Sam said. "All this sex really does the heart good. Sex is a big part of my diet plan."

"You don't look like you need to diet," I said, feeling drained of energy.

"I used to be plumpish," he replied. "Marcia became my sex slave to get me to lose weight. I had to lose twenty to even have sex again, forty and she gave me two days a month as a slave, with an additional day for each additional five pounds I lost."

"How many days a month do you get now?"

"Nine days a month."

I did the math in my head. "You lost seventy-five pounds?"

"Did I say plumpish? Damn close to obese might have been more like it. I might have lost her if I hadn't lost the weight. Of course, with Chantelle as my full time slave, I might be tempted to gain weight again, but neither one of them will put up with it. Chantelle ensures I eat right and they both kick my ass if I start to gain weight."

"It's only because we love you, Master," Chantelle said.

"Does Marcia care if you fuck other people, sir?" I asked.

"If I did it without her knowledge and permission; she'd probably gut me. When Joshua said he was giving you to us to play with, I texted her. She said if Chantelle approved of you, she'd have no objection to my fucking you. We've started to loosen our rules some."

"Do you approve of me, Chantelle?"

She smiled at me. "You don't think today was any indication?"

"Perhaps you're just a naughty slave who can't get enough sex."

"I'm not even competing against Marcia for sex right now. I get sufficient sex. Didn't mean I didn't want to you licking my cunt again. You really are quite good. I think as good as I've ever had and I was in a submissive relationship to a woman and having sex with all of her other slaves. Her wife, Monique, is the best I've ever experienced before. You're as good, if not better. But beyond sex, I like you. I like Joshua and Miranda. It seems to me you're good people. It's why I want my parents to meet you, why you're invited to their house."

"Thank you for the complement. I've enjoyed all of you as well. I'm going to clean up before dinner. I stink of sex. Thank you for a very pleasant afternoon."

"We'd best wash up too, Evelyn," Bill said. "Thank you, Beth. You're a marvelous woman."

"Thank you, sir. I'll see you all at dinner. Chantelle, I need someone to lead me back to my room. Would you do me the honor."

"Of course."

"You get to fondle me for a minute in return for leading me around."

"Wait a minute," William said, "I get to fondle you for a minute for leading you around the ship. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It seems you've fondled me for the better part of three and half hours, sir."

William laughed. "I suppose you're right. There was no point."

Chantelle took me to Master's cabin and she kissed and stroked me for a minute. I actually wanted sex again when she was done. She did say she'd been submissive to a woman for a long time. She had to have learned some things about pleasing a woman. She tasted me on her fingers before she left. Well, probably me and both of the men.

Master and Miranda weren't in his cabin. I went to Master's head to use the bidet. No point in leaving old cum in my pussy or ass for someone else to run into later. Since I was already there, I took a shower as well, his being the more luxurious of the two. Since it was close to seven as I finished, I stepped outside the cabin to snag someone to lead me and caught Roberta going to the dining room in her dress whites, to wait on the table. She led me to the dining room where I found most people already there, missing only Master's guests, LuAnn, who'd begged off, Hannah and Angelique.

In addition to Roberta, Sherry and Reggie were assisting with the dinner. Lynn was feeding Manuel today, who was kneeling at her feet.

Master called me to him had me sit on his lap, asking, "Did you have a good time this afternoon, Beth?"

"I had a wonderful time, Master. Thank you for your gift. I love you."

He kissed me, palming my right breast and tweaking my nipple. I sighed and sank against his body, letting him cuddle me. Miranda squeezed my hand.

William, Sam and their slaves joined us, looking fresh and clean. Hannah arrived with Angelique, and Angelique had her Mistress' cum around her mouth. And with that, dinner was served. Master kept me on his lap, though he also fed Miranda. As the meal progressed, Master asked his guests what they'd like to do this evening.

"I wouldn't mind checking out the game room," Sam said. "A little pool or poker sounds good to me."

"We should have at least five for poker," Master said. "Would any of my Department Heads like to join us?"

"We're not billionaires, like you two," Björn said. "How much of a buy in are we talking about?"

"I'm not either," Sam said. "I'm thinking $500 tops."

"I can swing $500," Björn said. "Count me in, but I have to cash out at midnight. I want to be at the helm when we pull into Guadeloupe around shortly after. Miss Chantelle, is there somewhere special we should drop anchor to be near your parents place."

"They live on the southern coast about eight miles east of Pointe-A-Pitre. You can go into Porte-A-Pitre and my family will arrange to transport you or anchor near their home. It's only about 250 feet up the hill from the beach."

"Go ahead and anchor off the beach, Captain. We'll use a tender to go ashore from there. Midnight sounds like a good stopping point."

"Aye, sir. Done and done. Any of the rest of you eager to lose your money?"

Edgar said, "I don't mind taking money from wankers like you. Count me in."

"I'll take a shot," Leo said.

"Me, too," Lynn seconded. "Canasta and bridge are more my games, but poker sounds like fun. My slaves will be busy fucking on the helo deck anyway. I assume that's what you'll be doing, Manuel?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"When you're finished after two hours, come up to the game room. We'll see if I have any money left or if I'll need you to keep me entertained. Don't wear out your tongue."

"Of course, Mistress."

She kissed him and tugged on his cock. Sherry smiled.

"May I play, Master?" Miranda asked. "I haven't had a good game in a month."

"Of course, dear. That's eight," Master said, "should be a good game."

******

The meal over, Sherry and Manuel hurried to the helo deck to begin their public sex, the poker players and the remaining slaves went to the game room, sitting at the poker table. Master gave everyone $500 in chips.

"Cut for deal," Master said, "high card wins, the deal passes clockwise from there, dealer calls the game. Slaves serve drinks and snacks. Just to make the game interesting. I'm offering Miranda for the night to whoever has the most money at the end of the game."

"The winner will already have the money," Edgar said. "Seems like the loser should get the skirt."

Master laughed. "But then it might be a race to the bottom for a whole night with my wife." He smacked Miranda's ass. "You're right though, first place gets the money, second place gets the girl. At least then everyone will try to do well."

"What if we're going to be busy tonight, Joshua?" Björn said, glancing at Lynn. "I'm not cashing out at midnight to hit the sack."

"For a future night within the next week, meeting my schedule as well as yours."

"What if I win, sir?" Miranda asked.

"You'll get the money. If you come in second, I guess you'll just be stuck with me and Beth."

"Yes, sir, but I'll want you both waiting on me hand and foot. I'm thinking a nice back and foot massage, and some serious pussy licking from both of you."

Master laughed. "Well, I've played poker with Bill before and I'll be surprised as hell if anyone else wins."

"I've played with some of the biggest liars, thieves and crooks in the world, sir," Miranda said. "Don't be too sure."

"Who's that?" Lynn asked.

"The US Congress. Those bastards are the greatest bluffers in the world."

Everyone laughed, nodded and drew cards, Lynn taking the first deal.

"Texas Hold 'Em," Lynn said.

Master had me get him a single malt scotch. Edgar asked for beer and Björn asked for soft drinks as he didn't want to drink before taking the con later. Leo, Sam and Bill all had bourbon. Miranda had a Jack Daniels, Black Label with still water. Lynn asked for a gin rickey. I showed Chantelle and Evelyn where the booze and glasses were so they could serve their Masters.

I knew the rudiments of the game of poker, but had never played seriously before. Master had me sit in his lap while he played so I could follow along and he could fondle me while we played. After fifteen hands, it was fairly obvious Bill and Miranda were the cream of the table; Master, Edgar, and surprisingly to me, Lynn were in a group close behind them. Sam, Björn, and Leo were all at the tail end.