My Voyage of Discovery Ch. 15

"What if she meets the type who wouldn't want that? Who resents his wife making love to another woman?"

"What if? What if this ship sinks tomorrow? What if the world ends next week? There are a million what ifs, most of which will never occur and worrying about them ruins the life you have. If you make yourself indispensable to your Mistress, chances are she would never pick a man to marry who would ask her to give you up. Quit making up reasons to be miserable and resent your Mistress enjoying herself. Be glad for her she has many people willing and able to pleasure her. Now go back to sleep." I kissed her again.

"This damn thing won't let me sleep."

"Then lie there quietly in your misery and let me sleep. Think about how you'll make your Mistress so happy, she'll take it off you."

Belle became silent. Just before I dropped off again, she whispered, "Thank you, Beth." I hugged her closer and drifted off.

******

It was time to change the Slave Trainer again, and roughly time to get up. Master was fucking Francesca once more, the sounds of their fucking clear to the two slaves beneath them. They finished and Master opened up our cage door, letting us out.

"Go pleasure your Mistress," he ordered Belle. "Show her if you learned anything from Beth."

Belle eagerly got on the bed, ready to do exactly that, when confronted with Master's fresh cum leaking from Francesca's cunt. Belle paused for five seconds, staring at her crotch, long enough for everyone to know why she was pausing.

"Forty lashes, Belle. How much longer do you expect me to wait?" Francesca said.

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

She dove in and began cleaning up the mess Master left behind, first cleaning up the obvious, then beginning the seduction I'd worked with her on last night. I, in the meantime, cleaned Master off. I was not nearly as finicky as Belle, finding their joint cum quite tasty. When I was finished, Master put me over his lap for my morning spanking. He didn't fuck my ass, however, since he'd been quite busy just now. He was kind enough to finger me to a couple orgasms, just to quell the burning in my buttocks.

"Thank you, Master," I whispered. "Did you have a good time last night? Francesca is a beautiful woman, isn't she?"

"Very beautiful and I had a wonderful time. Thank you for inviting her."

Francesca screamed, not as loudly as I made her scream, but a scream nonetheless. We turned and her back was arched off the bed and she was clutching Belle's face to her cunt.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck! Don't stop, Belle. Don't stop," she moaned, her stomach fluttering. "God, that feels good."

It was a couple minutes before Francesca released Belle's hair.

"That was markedly better, Joshua. Let Belle have two orgasms, please."

Master gave her precisely two, then left the trainer on, back in the orgasm denial mode.

"Please, Mistress. Can't I get it off now? What more do I have to do?"

"Well, you were slow to respond to an order just now, plus, you still have to show us if you can suck cock as well as you lick cunt. I want you to suck Joshua's cock to orgasm as well as you did me. If you do, we'll take it off."

"Yes, Mistress."

Master got back into bed with Francesca and waited for Belle to start. She'd learned at least part of her lesson. She didn't dilly dally before starting. His cock was in her mouth before you could say Rumpelstiltskin.

I opened my mouth to speak and Master held a finger to his lips, asking me to remain silent. He wanted to see what Belle could do without instruction.

At first, she just sucked his cock, trying to get him hard again, then she started to remember her training and started working on more than his dick. Master smiled, recognizing the techniques. Francesca started kissing Master and he played with her breasts as Belle labored to get him erect. Since I had nothing better to do and there was a vacant cunt calling for attention, I started licking Francesca and she eagerly spread her legs for me once more.

Not wanting to show Belle up this morning, I didn't try as hard to make Francesca scream as I did last night, though I tried to make it almost as satisfying and was rewarded with several throaty moans as she orgasmed.

Belle finally had Master's cock flying at full mast, and she wasn't able to get all of him down, apparently unused to a cock of his size in her limited repertoire, if she'd ever known how. Remembering my advice from last night, she didn't try to force the issue. Instead, she did the very best she could do with what she had. Seeing she was doing so well, I ignored her to continue paying attention to Francesca, giving her two more orgasms before Master grunted and thrust up into Belle's mouth to present her with his salty offering. Belle swallowed every drop.

"Not bad, Belle," Master said. "We've got something to work with. You definitely show potential. Good girl. I'm going to recommend we remove your Slave Trainer for now. If you can continue showing progress, we may not have to put it on again."

"Please, Mistress," Belle begged. "May I please have it removed?"

"Are you sure, Joshua? She couldn't get all of your cock down."

"Could you?" Master laughed. "I like that she didn't keep trying to force something she knew she couldn't do and instead, did all she could with her available talents. It was quite a good blow job despite her inability to deep throat."

"Very well. We can remove it, but I'm expecting more from you, Belle. I will put it back on if I see any regression in your behavior."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you."

Belle probably earned the Slave Trainer removal. I thought she had, but the other factor favoring its removal was she couldn't be fucked if it was left on. If Francesca was going to give her to three people, it needed to come off. I removed it and Belle and I took both units into the bathroom to wash more thoroughly than I was able to do in the cage last night with a damp towel. She was ecstatic having it removed.

Our Dominants got dressed and hooking leashes to our collars, led us to the crew's mess. There were even more people to see her nudity in the crew's mess than dinner last night and Belle was nervous being so exposed. I wondered how often she'd been naked in front of others prior to now. My first two weeks of slavery, I was always naked on the farm, even fucking Diego publicly frequently in front of his co-workers. Master had kept me nude in the hotel room.

Master fed me and following his lead, Francesca fed Belle. More critically, when Master fondled me to orgasm after feeding me, so too was Belle fondled to orgasm in front of 12 other people. She was blushing outrageously red when she climaxed on Francesca's fingers, her head tucked into her Mistress' neck as she moaned prettily for everyone, humping her hand. Wait until she discovered she'd be fucking three people on the sundeck.

They made the PA announcement of a punishment evolution on the sundeck after muster.

"What's a punishment evolution, Beth?" Belle asked.

"It's the public punishment of slaves in front of the crew. It's where we're going to be whipped."

Belle looked to her Mistress who nodded her head. Belle looked scared.

"Have you never been whipped before?" I asked.

"No, only spanked, and not even with a paddle," she replied.

"I like a whipping more than the paddle," I said. "A whip can be used all over your body, so forty lashes with a cat doesn't concentrate too many swats in any one area. A paddle almost all has to go on your ass or maybe the back of your legs. While a paddle often leaves me aroused, I'm more likely to orgasm from a whipping."

She looked somewhat relieved to think she might cum from her whipping. Not everyone did, but it was possible.

"After your punishment, Beth, I need to get ready for some businessmen from Grenada. Hannah is letting Angelique be our performer today. You can have the balance of the morning and early afternoon for more surveys. If Francesca and Belle take the survey, you may reward them the same as you do the crew. You may wish to work with Belle during the surveys to see if she can take more cock deeper."

"Yes, Master. She'll be able to swallow your cock by tonight. I'm sure she won't want to spend another night in the Slave Trainer."

Belle shuddered; understandably so. I doubt she'd gotten much sleep last night. It would be nice sleeping with our Dominants tonight instead of spending another night in the cage, so I wanted to be damn sure Belle was ready.

"What survey?" Francesca asked, "And what reward?"

"I developed a survey to determine submissive and Dominant characteristics in people for my research, Mistress. I'm giving it to everyone on the ship and anyone else who will take it. I'm to reward the participant with oral sex to orgasm."

"How many crew members do you have left, Beth," Master asked.

"Nine, including most of your Department Heads. They apparently had a harder time getting their responses to me as promptly as the rest of the crew."

"You've had oral sex with all but nine of the crew?" Belle asked.

"I've had some type of sex with everyone, though not always to completion. Master also uses me to reward the hardworking members of his crew and Miranda and I once spent a whole morning having ten minutes of sex with everyone on board. That wasn't always long enough for them to cum if they chose to fuck me instead of getting a blowjob. We were supposed to do it again in the afternoon, but there was a problem. Someone was disrespectful and got fired and Master canceled our afternoon use, but I'm definitely the ship's slut."

"By disrespectful, do you mean they hurt you?" Francesca asked. "I'd hate it if you were hurt."

"Nothing that bad. One person was rude. Master is willing to share his property, but he insists we be treated with respect if he does so. The offending party was off the ship before lunch. Master considers his slaves his most valuable possessions. On the whole, it's a fantastic crew. I feel cherished by everyone. If anyone hurt me, I'm sure the rest of the crew would beat them senseless. No one wants to jeopardize being able to use Master's slaves."

They announced crew muster. We were led on leash to the sundeck. I held Belle's hand because she still seemed quite nervous before her first whipping. Edgar had erected two St. Andrew's crosses for the punishments. Belle squeezed my hand tightly when she saw them there. I didn't know if anyone other than Belle and I were to be punished.

After muster was taken, Master made his usual announcements to the crew.

"We have two new guests aboard for the next week. Beth's friend, Francesca Rawlins, and her female slave, Belle, will be with us until we reach Buenos Aires. Belle is under the same slave restrictions as the other slaves on board. She must be led on a leash any time she moves around the ship. The person who leads her where she needs to go, may fondle her for one minute afterward, including penetration. Francesca is to be given the same consideration as any other honored guest aboard our ship. Please extend her every courtesy.

"This morning, Beth is being punished with fifty strokes of the whip for cumming five times yesterday without permission. Twenty-five to her back, twenty-five to her front. Lynn will be doing the whipping. Beth, let Edgar confine you."

"Yes, sir."

I went to the cross Edgar was waiting beside and he fastened me back out towards the crew. Master must have handed the microphone to Francesca because it was her voice I heard next.

"Belle is being whipped forty strokes, twenty to her back and twenty to her front. She's receiving ten strokes twice for failing to respond immediately to an order, ten for failing to acknowledge my order, and ten for questioning an order. Lynn will also administer her punishment."

"Mistress! Won't you be doing it?" Belle protested, not knowing Lynn.

"You're up to fifty. You want to question me again? Behave. Get up there and allow yourself to be fastened."

Belle was crying while Edgar fastened her to the other cross.

"Belle, it's better if Lynn punishes you instead of your Mistress," I said. "She's whipped people before and done it well. If your Mistress has never done it, she'd be more likely to inadvertently hurt you."

"Really?" she sniffed.

"Truly. Lynn has punished me before and she's quite good. She may actually be slightly easier than my Master."

"I heard that," Lynn said, "and I don't like the characterization I would be any less effective than Joshua is. For that, I'm going to whip both of you harder."

Belle groaned and Lynn winked at me; a wink Belle couldn't see.

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry. You're right. You're just as bad as Master is," I said, stifling the urge to laugh.

"Worse. I'm worse than your Master."

"Yes, Mistress. You're worse. I apologize. May I have permission to cum should the urge strike me?"

"Of course."

"Thank you, Mistress. I appreciate it. You're so good to me."

"What about you, cupcake? Do you want permission to cum too?" Lynn asked Belle.

"Is that possible, Mistress?"

"I don't know, but if you don't get permission now, and cum anyway, you'll get ten more strokes and then you're up to sixty. Do you want to chance it or not?"

"May I please have permission to cum, Mistress?"

"Yes you may, and I think I'll start right now."

Lynn shoved two fingers up Belle's cunt and began finger fucking her hard. The suddenness of it, especially after the tension of expecting the whipping, had Belle cumming in no time, now in front of nearly the entire crew. She was squirming in her bonds, writhing on Lynn's fingers. Lynn was a good Mistress, trying to ensure Belle at least partially enjoyed this new experience. It's one of the reasons Master entrusted me to her on occasion.

After Belle had two orgasms, Lynn fed me her two fingers before starting with my whipping. The back wasn't difficult at all, the twenty-five lashes being well spread out from shoulders to knees. No one area suffered inordinately. With me done, Lynn moved back to Belle. As Edgar turned me around to face the crew, Lynn was running her hand over Belle's backside, stroking her. Belle would flinch every time Lynn's fingers come too close to her cunt, expecting another fingering to occur.

"My, my, aren't you jumpy, dear."

Lynn sounded like a kindly aunt or even grandmother instead of the Dominant she was. I almost expected her to offer Belle a cookie or cup of tea. Almost.

"I understand you've never been whipped before, Belle. Is that right? You've never felt leather lashes caressing your skin?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I've been practicing on my own slaves recently and I've learned to whip Sherry's cunt. Your Mistress told me to make sure I whipped your tits and cunt. Of course, we'll need to do your back first, but what do you think about that?"

"Must you, Mistress?"

"If your Mistress requires it, it would be wrong to deny her, don't you think?"

"I don't know, Mistress. Please, can't you speak to her?"

"She's quite determined. Feels she's been too easy on you. Says you like topping her from below. That you whine and get pouty if she fucks someone else. If I owned a slave like that, it might be a month before I let him or her cum again. What's your safe word?"

"Crackerjack, Mistress."

"Do you have another word to slow things down or ease up?"

"No, Mistress."

"We're going to give you one just for today since this is your first whipping and you don't know what to expect. Going on your sweets theme, let's make it Snickers. Can you remember that?"

"Yes, Mistress. Snickers to slow down or ease up."

"Here's how we're going to do this. I'm going to start whipping your back. If you think the pain becomes unbearable and you say Crackerjack, this all stops, just like a safe word should work. But, if you use it, you're going to be on the Slave Trainer for the rest of your stay and won't be allowed to cum at all. If you're getting close to the point where you think the pain is intolerable, you say Snickers, and there will be no further repercussions. I'll either slow down, or ease up or both, give you some time to recover and regroup, then continue until you've received all fifty. As long as you think you can withstand even one more stroke of the whip, don't say Crackerjack, but you can ask for it to ease up. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Mistress. I understand."

Lynn started finger fucking Belle again, giving her another orgasm. I was already facing the crew and Master had his arm around Francesca and she was hugging him tightly with a worried look on her face. It was nice to see how deeply she cared for her slave.

Lynn began Belle's whipping and after the first couple, realizing it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, Belle relaxed. You could see the tension leave her body. The stripes piled up, but she kept silent, not even bothering with the first safe word.

The twenty-five were done and Lynn asked, "It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, was it?"

"No, Mistress."

"I won't lie to you, Belle, the front will be worse than the back. Your tits and cunt are more sensitive than your back is. However, just as the back wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, neither will the front. I have no doubt you'll be able to take all twenty-five without saying Crackerjack. Edgar will get you ready while I whip Beth. You'll see how Beth takes it. I want you to be as brave as she is. You can do this."

"Yes, Mistress."

Nice; encouragement, competition, a reminder it's never as bad as we think it's going to be. Lynn was handling her like a champ.

"Are you ready, Beth?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome."

Lynn began whipping me; harder on the stomach and legs, lighter on the breasts and mound, lightest of all on my pussy lips. With our legs spread, she could easily whip between them. I didn't have to count, so easily slipped into subspace, my eyes closed, letting the warmth of the flicking leather warm me, but not hurt me. Felt my arousal grow, the warmth spreading. I already had permission to cum, so I didn't even need to worry about cumming. At some point before the end, one of the strands stung my clit. It hurt, an instantaneous burning, sudden, sharp pain, but also releasing my orgasm and I moaned, writhing on the cross as it washed through me.

"Are you cumming?" Belle asked, watching me.

I rose out of the fog long enough to answer yes, then floated back down, almost impervious to however many strokes I had left.

Lynn finger fucked me to another when she was finished and the residual pain dripped away like the juices in my cunt.

"What's your slow or ease word, Belle?" Lynn asked, moving to her, reminding her.

"Snickers, Mistress."

"When we finish, you will lick Francesca's cunt to thank her for your punishment and promise to do better."

"Yes, Mistress, thank you."

Lynn began. She was probably going easier on Belle than she had me. It was Belle's first time after all and she had no idea what to expect. I was still drifting along with my eyes closed, feeling my heat wane when Belle shouted, "Snickers, snickers." My eyes popped open and I turned to watch.

"What is it, Belle? What would you like me to do?"

"I'm cumming, Mistress. Could you please finger fuck me some more?"

Lynn chuckled, "Of course, dear."

Lynn inserted two fingers and fucked her, while kissing her. Belle's orgasm lasted fairly long and she immediately went into another, moaning.

"You're a delicious little slave, Belle," Lynn said, licking one of her fingers of the fluids collected on it. "Would you like to see how good you taste?" Holding up her other slimy finger.

"Yes, Mistress," and Lynn fed it to her, kissing her again.

"Only three more strokes to go," Lynn said. "Your Mistress said you'll be joining me tonight. My reward for your whipping. I'm looking forward to it. We'll have so much fun."