My Voyage of Submission Ch. 05

"I won't take Angelique," Hannah said. "One of the clubs rules would violate her slave agreement."

"I won't take Sherry or Manuel for the same reason," Lynn said, "but I'd be willing to go as Francesca's and Beth's Mistress to protect Miranda's reputation."

"What are the rules?" Oliva asked. "I'd like to go with Herman."

Master glanced down at a sheet of paper in front of him. "No cell phones or cameras, so pictures can't be taken. No one who isn't a Dominant or submissive can attend. That's to keep the curious out and keep the place for the dedicated D/s participants. It's the reason bodyguards can't enter. You have to have a submissive or be one. Slaves can't speak unless spoken to, but the penalty of ten swats can be administered by the slave's Dominant and not some stranger. Any slave there may be fondled and caressed by any Dominant there, man or woman, both digitally and orally, though not with toys or cocks. Any Dominant can request a slave satisfy them orally. No anal or vaginal intercourse may occur without the slave owner's permission. The slaves mouth being used at any time is the rule which Hannah and Lynn object to for violating their slave agreements. None of their slaves is required to have sex with men and most of the Dominants will be men, although women Dominants are allowed. Submissives are collared, leashed and naked within the club, though they can arrive dressed. Lockers are provided for their clothes."

"Master, it doesn't sound you could go without having a slave. Lynn can't claim two slaves and you have none," I said. "Every Dominant must have a submissive."

"You're right. I'd need to take you."

"At least, many or most of the people here wouldn't care if you're married. This is Brazil and they probably don't care about American politics. I'd guess most of them aren't bringing wives as submissives, so they'd understand if a married man came with someone other than their wife."

"I'll check with Miranda to see if she'd object."

"That settles it, Oliva," Herman said, "we can't go."

"Why not?"

"You're not a submissive and I'm not a Dominant."

"We could act as one. As long as one of us is naked and wearing a collar, the other one could be their Dominant."

"You heard what Joshua said; the submissive is subject to digital and oral penetration by anyone and has to provide oral gratification to whoever asks."

"So you go as the submissive. You've never objected to licking pussy before."

"Oliva, it's not just pussy Herman might have to lick. Men could ask him for oral sex as well," I said.

"Well, how many men are likely to ask?"

"I don't know, but even one would likely be too many."

"There you go, Oliva, we can't go."

"Then I'll do it."

"You're married. I don't want you sucking cocks or licking pussy."

"Realistically, how many people would ask for oral sex?" Oliva asked us.

"Normally, two or three," Master replied, "but new people tend to get picked more. People want to test them out. It could be more. We could put a Slave Trainer on you which might limit how often people play with you, but your mouth is open season."

"What if I had no problem with Herman getting sex from a slave for each time I was used?"

"We're supposed to trade fucks, is that what you're saying! What's gotten into you, Oliva?"

"Oliva, tell your husband what you want," I said. "Quit dancing around the subject."

She was silent for half a minute, thinking, then took a deep breath and said, "I want to be a sex slave like Beth. I want you to be my Master."

Herman could only stare at her fifteen or twenty seconds, his mouth agape. "Oliva?"

"I know we couldn't do this while we were raising kids, but there's no reason we can't do it now. This is something I've thought about for a long time, ever since you told me Beth wanted to study the subject."

"Why?"

"Before we got married, I went to BDSM club with a prior boyfriend because I was curious. I went as a slave because of rules similar to these and I had a wonderful time. I want to do it again. Tell him Beth."

"Tell me what?"

"Oliva scores out as submissive in my survey. She is likely quite submissive. It's what my research is telling me."

"So we're supposed to go to a BDSM club and fuck other people? Is that what you want, to fuck other people?"

"No. I want you to be my Master. I don't need to fuck anyone else."

"Why do you want to go to the club then?"

"I think Oliva is trying to push you, Dr. Kline," I said. "She's been hinting at what she desires, hoping you'd recognize what she wants and doing something about it. She wants you to slap a collar on her."

"I can't do that," he said.

"Why not?" I asked. "This is something she wants. She's a grown woman who can decide what she wants and is important to her. It's no different than asking for a drink."

"Except I'm not a drink. She wants me to do to her what your Master does to you. I'm not him."

"May I speak freely, sir, including discussing the results of your own survey?"

"Why not? How could it get any more messed up."

"You test as Dominant. You could be Oliva's Master."

"I've never done anything remotely like that."

"You misunderstand me, Dr. Kline. You're not a Dominant now, but you have the characteristics to become one. I suspect you have strongly suppressed those aspects of yourself your entire life, as being uncivilized, uncultured and barbaric. In your mind, it is, so you would have resisted any impulses towards Domination. It doesn't mean the impulses weren't there, only that you successfully smothered them. The thing you need to think about is do you want to keep repressing those impulses if your wife is not only not repulsed by them, but would welcome them? You are both consenting adults and there's nothing to prevent you from seeking this life with each other if it's what you both want."

"I can see you have some things to talk about," Master said. "We don't have to go tonight. We can go tomorrow night instead. Why don't you work out what you want to do and we can discuss it later."

Everyone got up and left them sitting there.

"Not a surprise to you, was it?" Master asked as we reached his cabin.

"No, sir. Professor Kline doesn't survey as strongly Dominant, nor does Oliva test as strongly submissive, but I'm wondering if I don't need to make adjustments for age at the time they take the survey and how long since any previous D/s activity. If they had started younger, maybe it would be stronger now. I was thinking I might not be able to give the survey to many people at the club. I don't know how many people will speak English. I know it's a popular language for business, but I don't know how popular it is for sex games."

"You should be able to run the questions through a translator and get them converted to Portuguese; and Spanish as well since we go to Buenos Aires next."

We were all taking off our clothes, now we were in the privacy of our room.

"Any calls from Miranda tonight, sir?" Francesca asked.

"Not unless anything new comes up. I need to take you both to the playroom. Your education is suffering seriously as a result of our self imposed restrictions. You should be getting fucked and punished a whole lot more than you are."

"Yes, Master," Francesca said breathlessly, closely followed by Belle.

"You have five minutes to shower and take care of any bathroom needs, then come into the playroom."

Master and I went into his dungeon and he began arranging things, having me get Lush vibrators for both of them and a Hitachi wand. I remembered what Lynn had devised for Miranda and me using the very same tools. It had not been pleasant. He got out suspension boots for their feet and suspension cuffs for their hands.

They arrived in six minutes. "Disobedient already," Master said, "ten swats apiece."

Master had them put on their suspension boots, lie on the floor on their stomachs with their feet touching. I still wasn't sure what he had in mind. He lowered a spreader bar to between their feet and fastened the boots to either end, then slowly raised the bar up to the overhead, causing them to hang upside down with their pussies and breasts against one another. As Belle was slightly the shorter, he had to give her a little more slack until their cunts were aligned. Now I knew what he was doing. He inserted a lush into each ripe cunt, already starting to juice. Next, Master shoved the Hitachi between them until it was jammed against their clits, using plastic tape to tie it to their legs so it wouldn't get loose. He strapped and taped their bodies together so they couldn't push away from each other. Even their hands were wrapped around the body beside them so they wouldn't dangle down. They were like low hanging fruit ready to be plucked from the branch, or a bat, clinging by their feet to a branch waiting to swoop down, though there'd be no swooping.

"For tonight, to avoid confusion, you will use yellow to slow things down or get me to ease up, and red if you want the Hitachi turned off. If it goes off, it only goes off for ten minutes, but I'll strike you with The Enforcer for those ten minutes. If you say red, red, twice in a row, fast; this punishment is over, but you won't cum for the next day, wearing Slave Trainers the entire time, although that will leave your mouths available to take care of my crew. Any questions?"

"No, sir," Belle answered. "No, Master," Francesca said.

Master turned on the Lushes first, letting then warm the slaves up a bit, then giving them each ten swats with his hand for being late. Two to Belle, two to Francesca, back to Belle, etc. Their spanking done, Master turned on the Hitachi, high power. Both women screamed as their orgasms swept through them. They struggled, but not for long. They weren't allowed much movement. Master pulled me into his lap, petting and sucking on my big nipples and lightly caressing the outside of my cunt as we watched. I wasn't allowed to cum. They were cumming without cessation, I was stimulated without orgasm.

After about fifteen minutes of essentially non-stop orgasms, Francesca said 'yellow'. Master turned to Hitachi to a lower setting. It was a measure of relief, as I well knew, but not comfort. It was still throbbing against their clits. Finally, Belle said 'red' and Master turned off the Hitachi, leaving me to my own devices as he spent the next ten minutes, smacking one delectable bottom after the other. The Lush still ran, but that might have counteracted the stinging of The Enforcer. Ten minutes and the Hitachi went back on, though at the lower setting.

Their cumming cunts eventually overflowed and liquid started seeping down their backs and stomachs. Francesca said 'red' next.

"Please, Master, can't it stop," Belle pleaded when the spanking ended and he was about to turn on the Hitachi again. "How much longer?"

"All you have to do is say 'red' twice," Master said.

"But then we have to wear the Slave Trainer without cumming for twenty-four hours," Francesca said. "I don't know which would be worse."

"Mmm. That is quite the dilemma, isn't it."

"Please, sir. Have pity on us," Belle said.

"Well, I do have a potential solution," Master said.

"Anything, sir" Francesca said.

"Anything is pretty broad," Master said. "Considering what's been done to our guests, I don't think I'd say anything if I were you."

"Anything within reason, sir," Belle said.

"Your reason or mine?"

"Tell me your potential solution, and if it's within reason, I'll agree, Master," Belle said.

"Fine, here's my potential solution, a contest of sorts, between the two of you. You will sixty-nine with one another. The one of you that makes the other orgasm five times the fastest, wins, but the other one wears the Slave Trainer for twelve hours."

"I'm used to licking pussy," Belle said, "I'll do it, sir."

"You haven't heard all of it yet. If neither of you can lick the other person to orgasm five times in ten minutes, you both have to wear the Slave Trainer for twelve hours."

"Ten minutes is a pretty short period of time, Master," Francesca said. "My clit is pretty numb."

"Take it or leave it. Additionally, the winner needs to clean Beth after I fuck her ass and the loser cleans me off."

"Twelve is still better than twenty-four. I'll agree, sir," Belle said.

"You're just saying that because you think you can lick cunt better than I do, so you assume I'll lose."

"Again, twelve is better than twenty-four, Mistress. You know one of us is going to say it soon. Even if I knew I was going to lose, I'd still do it."

"Fine, the contest, I'll do it too."

"Wonderful," Master said, loosening their bonds so their hands could dangle and ease their lowering onto the deck. He turned on the winch, lowering them slowly and they reached out and started hand walking themselves apart.

He gave them time to get into position, then started the timer on his watch. He actually left the Lushes vibrating inside their sopping cunts, giving them a break. Master's dick was hard. It had become so while fondling me and sexually playing with his two new slaves. Yet, he'd let himself be hard without doing anything about it. Where the hell did he get his control? He was going to do something about it now though. He bent me over the horse and after soaking his cock in my cunt, eased it into my ass.

"May I please cum, Master?" I asked, knowing it wouldn't take long after all of his playing earlier.

"Not until you have permission," he said, smiling. "You didn't think you'd get off lightly while the others were tormented did you?"

"No, I suppose not," I laughed. "You tend to treat us all fairly equally."

Master started fucking me slow, while we watched the other two get down tonight.

"Five minutes, girls. I've only seen two apiece. You're running out of time."

They redoubled their efforts. Both their cunts had been drenched by their previous orgasms and I imagined it would be like slurping soup in there. Master kept up his slow, steady pace. I knew he could keep this up a long time if he wanted. I could feel my arousal growing, He reached his non-watch hand between my legs to stroke my clit. Fuck, I was going to get punished again.

"One minute left, Still an orgasm to go."

Both of them were licking hard, rubbing their cunts against the face buried between their legs, at least one of them needing to cum before ten minutes was up or they'd both be wearing Trainers. Belle starting gasping her orgasm a few moments before Francesca did, both just beating the ten minute deadline.

"I won, I won," Francesca said, leaning her head back, panting.

"You did win, Francesca. I'm very proud of you," Master said. "Don't wipe your faces. I like glazed faces. Both of you stand up and stretch, move around, work the kinks out. I'll be finished here shortly."

Master was starting to pick up the pace, stroking deep up my backside with each thrust. His fingers were still stroking my clit.

"Master, may I pleas cum?" I knew what the answer would be, but needed to ask anyway.

"No, you may not."

I tried to hold out. I really did, but it felt so good and he was reaming me so fast now. When I climaxed, it was so special, proving again the ones you had to wait on were among the best. Master didn't slow down. He was still fucking me hard. Another orgasm started to rear its ugly head.

"Please Master," I begged, "please let me cum."

"Not until I do," he panted. "You may cum when I cum."

I started bearing down on his cock, clenching my butt cheeks together, each time he thrust in. There was a danger to doing so. It increased his pleasure, but also increased mine, tightening up my glutes and cunt muscles.

He was starting to groan more, which I recognized as part of his end run. It was going to be close. Being honest with myself, the first wave of orgasm swept through me a moment before I felt his cock swell and pulse, sending a jet of cream into my bowels.

"We'll call that a tie," Master said, even though he and I both knew I'd lost by a heartbeat.

"Thank you, Master."

It took almost two minutes for his shaft to stop soaking my rectum with his hot spunk he'd been so wound up. He began shrinking, pulled out of me and told the women they were up. I remained bent over the horse while Francesca lapped my back door, licking all the cum leaking out of it. Her tongue was quite soothing and I even felt it spear briefly in my gaped ass, collecting a dribble which hadn't left voluntarily.

When Francesca stopped, she looked up and saw Belle cleaning Master's cock with a warm, wet washcloth.

"Hey," she said. "Why did you get to use a washcloth and I had to use my tongue?"

"You didn't have to use your tongue, Mistress. Master only said you had to clean Beth up afterward, not clean her with your tongue. You're a slave now; you should listen to your Master more closely."

Francesca looked at Master and he nodded his head. "I am intrigued though by the fact you felt it necessary to clean her so thoroughly with your tongue. It was a lovely rim job."

Francesca blushed and I added to her humiliations and embarrassment when I said she did a marvelous job. I'd never had a better one. "Thank you, Francesca," I added. Then to show my appreciation, I kissed her open mouthed, giving her lots of tongue in the process.

Master laughed. "Would you like the opportunity to reduce your time in the Slave Trainer, Belle?"

"Please, sir. What do I have to do?"

"Lick Beth's cunt to five orgasms in ten minutes and I'll take half off your time."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

I lay down on the padded and carpeted deck and spread my legs. Master started his timer and said go. Belle dove right in, licking fiercely. I loved having my cunt licked and Belle was good and had gotten better during her trip.

"Help your slave earn a reduction by sucking on Beth's breasts," Master told Francesca and she was on the floor in a trice, nibbling my nips. Heavens that felt good.

Belle had no problem meeting her goal. I spasmed for the fifth time before Master called time.

"Let's get your punishment out of the way," Master said, now I'd been prepared.

I lay over his lap and using his hand, he gave me ten hard strokes, while I counted and thanked him for each one. After the spanking, he finger fucked me to another orgasm. After shivering through it, Master laid his hand on my burning ass and patted it lightly.

"Your ass is a source of great pleasure to me, Beth. I like looking at it, spanking it, and fucking it."

"I'm glad it's pleasing to you, Master."

Master put the Slave Trainer on Belle and grabbed a spare. "Two charges and you're done," he said. "You can sleep on the bed unless you make too much noise. Otherwise, it's in the cage for you."

"Yes, sir."

Master had Francesca suck him back to hardness and he fucked me again, my needy pussy this time. I was on my hands and knees as he pounded me from behind. I'd cum again, twice, it felt so nice.

"You want to save your slave another half of her punishment?" Master asked.

"Please, Mistress," Belle begged.

"What do I need to do, Master?"

"When I cum, I want to give you a facial."

"Yes, Master."

"I want you to rest your head on Beth's ass facing me. I'll warn you it's coming so you can close your eyes."

I felt her put her head on my ass. In addition to doing so, she stroked my dangling breasts, playing with my puckered nipples. I moaned, letting her know I appreciated her tender touch. I climaxed again. Master was plowing me harder, stroking fast and deep.

"About five seconds," Master warned.

Suddenly he pulled out, his cock resting on top of my ass, and I felt his pulsing as he spewed his load all over Francesca's face. I felt his cum leaking off her face onto my ass, then the last weak spurts, dribbling out and running down my crease.