My Voyage of Submission Ch. 08

I hugged him, then Francesca and Belle hugged me. Before I ate, he had me go with Sahar and Farah to sick bay. Farah, to make sure the stingray barb wounds were all that she was suffering from and me to make sure mine were healing. Sahar had her iPad and was listening to every word spoken.

Sherry checked my marks, made sure I was still applying the cream every two hours, then helped Manuel do Farah's physical. Sahar tapped my watch when it was nine.

"I have not forgotten, Sahar, and it will still happen. I did not expect we'd need to deal with a new freed slave today when I set the time yesterday. As soon as we're done here, I'll take care of you."

"Thank you, Beth," in stilted English. I squeezed her hand.

"At least she's not pregnant," Manuel said, finishing up. "Where's Farah from?"

"Tunisia. Will her wounds heal?" I asked. I admit I was asking as much about mine as hers.

"They'll heal. Some of the older ones were not well treated and some visible signs will remain as discoloration of the skin if not scars."

"Come along, Farah. Let's get you your own iPad so you can communicate with us." I took her hand.

"Wait," Sahar said. She spoke quickly in Arabic and out came, "What must I do to learn become a doctor, like you?" She pushed the reply button.

"I'm not a doctor," Manuel said. "I'm a Physician's Assistant, just below a doctor. I have a four year college degree and two more years in Physician Assistant school. Sherry is a Registered Nurse. Four years in college for her. A doctor would be in school longer."

"How do I go to college?"

"High School degree or equivalent, and take a test to measure your knowledge and preparedness for college."

"I do not have high school degree," Sahar said sadly.

"Or equivalent, Sahar," I said. "There is a test you can take called a GED which is like a high school degree. And there are classes to help you study for the GED test. There are those on the ship who have the knowledge to teach you what you need for the GED, once your English is good enough. Something you should consider though, given you don't particularly care for men right now, is you have to treat everyone, men and women, no matter who they are. One of the tenets of the medical profession is to 'Do no Harm'. What this means is everyone receives treatment. You can't stab them with your knife unless you're ready to patch them up afterward."

She listened to my explanation in Arabic. "That would be most hard. Some men deserve to die."

"Probably some women as well," I said, "but the doctor should help everyone, without distinction."

"I must think about this."

Farah asked something in Arabic. Sahar had her repeat it after pressing the microphone button.

"Why did your Master buy the barb to use on you and then let me throw it away?"

I borrowed Sahar's iPad. "My Master didn't buy it to use on me. He bought it to get it away from Francisco. He didn't want it used on you anymore."

"But he struck you with it?"

"Master did not think Francisco would sell it, just to remove it from his hands. He believed Francisco would sell it only if he thought Master would use it himself. He asked for my permission to use it on me twice, to show he would."

"That is why he struck you, for me?"

"My Master is allowed to strike me, but not with anything which will leave permanent marks. There are rules."

Sahar and Farah had a rapid discussion in Arabic.

"She doesn't understand voluntary slavery anymore than I do," Sahar's iPad said finally. "She thinks you're crazy also."

"You don't understand, yet you're still hoping to take advantage of my skill in pleasing a woman," I said.

Listening to the translation, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm not stupid."

I laughed, quickly followed by Manuel and Sherry.

"Let's give her an iPad. What shall we do with her while I'm giving you pleasure?"

"Maahnoor has agreed to keep an eye on her, teach her to use this," holding up hers.

"Let's not waste more time then." I took both their hands and left.

We went to Master's cabin where I got another new iPad, still boxed and gave it to Farah. After I'd gotten her started on setting it up in Arabic and put in the wifi password, we took her to Maahnoor's room and left her there to puzzle out the rest with Maahnoor's assistance.

"Your room or mine?" I asked.

"Mine is closer."

I smiled at her and we went to her room next door to Maahnoor's. It had two single beds. It appeared only one had been slept in.

"Sex?"

"No," She spoke into the translation program "Farah was afraid and I let her sleep with me, plus we had to put her cream on every two hours. I am very tired."

I pushed the translation button. "I will see if I can't wake you up." I started helping her remove her clothes.

She lay back on the bed and I spread her legs. Her pubic hair was starting to grow back. She no longer shaved it. Still, she'd be easy compared to Darla.

"Will you not get undressed too?" She asked as I moved between her legs. "Do you not want pleasure also?"

I pushed the response button. "This time, I wish to make this all about you. I warn you that if you don't want to be heard by the entire ship when you scream, you keep a pillow close to smother your cries of pleasure."

Sahar nodded and I proceeded to do my thing. Six orgasms later, none heard past the room next door, I left her sleeping peacefully on the bed. I went to find Belle. We gave each other pleasure, and I slept with my head between her thighs when we were done.

* * * * *

My alarm woke me for lunch and we went to the crew's mess. Sahar was awake, eating, and she thanked me.

"If you have indeed determined you prefer women as sexual partners," I said, "I think most of the women on the ship will be willing to have sex with you. The one exception might be Lynn because of Björn, but you may always ask. Hannah and Angelique prefer women, the others enjoy it along with men. Angelique, Sherry, Francesca, Belle and I must have permission from our Dominants to have sex. The others do not. It would be customary to give pleasure when you receive it, but it's possible you would be treated differently until they know it's something you truly want."

"Is that why I did not have to pleasure you?"

"No. I wanted this time to be extra special for you and it's hard to fully enjoy sex when you're concerned for the pleasure of another. Any other time, I will be happy to accept pleasure from you with my Master's permission."

"Can you eat with me? I still have questions I did not ask because I fell asleep."

"Of course."

Belle and I got food and sat down at her table.

"What questions may I answer for you?"

"Is it true western society accepts women loving women more than Muslims do?"

"I don't know Muslim traditions regarding lesbian sex. It is becoming more acceptable in western society than it has been in the past. Marriage between same sexes is no longer illegal, but many others in society still find it wrong and will discriminate against those who practice it."

She replied, "In most Muslim countries, sex between same sexes are punished by imprisonment or death. I understand Kuwait does not prohibit sex between women, though women could never marry. Sex between women is sometimes treated less harshly than sex between men because no penetration occurs."

"They must not be aware of strap-ons," Belle said.

"What are strap-ons?" Sahar asked.

"A fake penis," I said. "I'll show you one later, used by women to use on other women or men."

"Yes, fake penises were also used on me. Why would someone who no longer wants sex with a man, want a man's appendage; want to have a fake one used on her? And why would a woman want to use one on a man?"

"Ask Fatima," Belle said. "She said she was going to fuck Pierre's ass after he signed his slave agreement."

I patted Belle's hand. "Slow your roll, Belle. These are legitimate questions Sahar has. She was never exposed to this stuff before her slavery. Don't be so flippant."

"I'm sorry, Sahar. Even though women may not desire to be with a man, they sometimes miss the feeling of fullness created by a penis. A fake penis lets you have the fullness without having the man. And, as you probably understand by now, a penis, or cock, is used by men to dominate women. Because the one being penetrated is in a subservient position. So if a woman wants to dominate a man, she will use a fake cock to fuck the man to put him in the subservient position."

"Yes, I see. So if Fatima wants Pierre to be her slave, she must put him in the subservient position."

"It is one of the ways," I said. "There are other ways to do so, but that is an important one. Controlling his sexual relations is another. Deciding when he is allowed sex, making him provide her oral sex without doing the same to him. There are a lot of things Dominants do to establish their dominance."

"And you enjoy these things being done to you?"

"I do, within limits. That is why we have a slave agreement. Your owners had no limits. They could do whatever they wanted to you, even kill you, and you had no control. If Master punishes me, and I say one word, he must stop. He cannot continue under any circumstance. He cannot have sex with me against my will. Most of the time, I want to have sex with him and enjoy it a great deal. But I always have the option to say no.

"The contradiction of voluntary slavery is I've given much control of me to him. He is able to do many things to me with my agreement, but with one word, he has to stop, If he does not, he is no better than the ones who owned you. I can leave him if he doesn't. He could be charged with a crime if he doesn't. He may only do what he does as long as he has my agreement. Once he's lost my agreement, he is a criminal, like any other criminal who should be punished for their crimes. To me, this gives me the ultimate power, the power to say NO. This is the reason we didn't want you to have sex until we knew you could say no, although killing someone is an extreme way of saying no."

"I promise I will say no before I try to kill anyone."

"We will all appreciate that," Belle said. "I like some of the people you might try to kill."

"I think Hibbah no longer desires to have sex with a man. What was done to her by men has ruined sex with them. I think she would prefer a woman also, but she's afraid because of what the Qur'an says about sexual relations between women. It would be considered a sin by her. She was forced before, so believes Allah will forgive her, but if she does it of her own free will, it would be an abomination."

"I cannot resolve internal religious conflict for her, Sahar. A lifetime of influence cannot be changed by a few words from me. I think there are many beautiful things about the Muslim faith and I would not try to change her faith. If you wish to speak with her from a position of her faith, you might have more success. I consider myself Christian, but many of the rules of Christianity seem cruel or unfair when looked at with logic. What I now believe is that Christ himself gave us only two commandments. Love God above all other things, and to love others as we love ourselves. Just two. And if God made me what I am, and I believe he did, then if I desire to love women, God made me with that desire, and denying it, denies what God made me. And if I love someone as much as I love me, why would I deny that person myself? If I harm no one else in the loving, do I not honor God for the love he gives me?

"I believe most of the other laws in the Bible were to control society when there were no other controls. Society would break down if people were allowed to steal from other people, or take their wives, or to kill each other. When your civilization was surrounded by other enemies, you could not afford to let your society break down, so you created rules to preserve your civilization."

"So you don't believe in not killing, not stealing, not committing adultery?"

"I do believe in those things. That is why Christ's second commandment is so important. If I love others as myself, I will not harm them by stealing from them or taking their wives, or killing them. Without any other laws, I will not do to them what I would not do to myself. I will love and treat others as I love and treat myself and I don't require countless other rules to control me. If I have sex with you, and I hurt no one, then all I have done is love you, which is not inherently evil. If I love you, I will have no desire to steal or kill your loved ones or take your possessions. Then the only law is like the doctor's law. 'Do no harm'. That is why, despite my professed faith, I have no problem with having sex with others, as long as it is not harmful to them or anyone else. I'm not doing harm to anyone, and only expressing love through physical pleasure.

"By the rules I set for myself, you are not breaking any rules by loving women, nor would Hibbah, unless you force another woman into having sex with you. Society as a whole is not harmed by doing so unless everyone did so and we all quit having children as a result. That's not going to happen. In fact, I intend to have children with my Master, despite my loving women as well. So, who do I harm if I have sex with you? Nor does my relationship with my Master harm anyone else. I do not believe it harms me and I can end it at any time if he no longer loves me or abuses me. For you and Hibbah, you have to answer that question for yourself through your understanding of your faith, but I already have my answer. I hope Hibbah can find a solution for herself because going through life without love seems like a living hell to me."

"To me as well."

"I will always be as honest with you as I can, Sahar. I wish no harm to you or anyone, except those who do harm to others. They are unworthy of love. God may forgive them, but I do not. I am not that good of a person, though I try to understand. You may always feel free to speak to me. I care for you and the others a great deal and wish your life had been different; the one you saw for yourself when you were a child. To have it ripped away from you was an evil act, by evil people. I wish your future to be much better than your past. I will do what I can to make it better."

"Thank you, Beth." Not translated. I squeezed her hand.

* * * * *

I took care of my obligation to Fatima and she didn't scream nearly as loudly as she did the first time, smushing a pillow into her face as she climaxed. I cleaned her up afterward. At 1500, after all his slaves took showers, we met Master in the playroom. Oliva and Herman were there along with three people I'd never met before, two women and one man. Edgar came in right after we did.

"Disrobe," Master ordered, and all four of us removed our clothes, wondering if we were fucking some new people. Even Oliva knew she was fucking someone new tonight.

"These three people are all considered experts in body painting. Instead of wearing clothes to the club tonight, you'll all be painted. Francesca will be going as Supergirl, Belle as Batwoman, and Beth as Wonder Woman. You're to stay here until your paint job is completed. You can order what you want from the galley to eat for supper, but these people estimate you will be done by 2130. We'll have a muster where you will pose for the enjoyment of the crew and for them to take pictures. We leave at 2200. We have two limousines coming. Edgar, Ethan, Art and Jake will be going with you to keep you safe. One of them is to remain with you at all times, even when you're with your consort for the night. Do exactly what they say for your safety. If they tell you you have to leave, you'll leave. Don't drink anything which wasn't opened at your table.

"Since you have to remain still while you're being painted, they may ask Edgar to suspend you to avoid you becoming tired during the process. This is permissible. Edgar is the only one who may answer the door so your appearance will be a surprise to the rest of crew."

"What am I going to be, Master?" Oliva asked.

"You're going to be painted to look like a streetwalker, dear," Herman said. "Since you're going by limo, we feel your lack of attire won't be obvious to the casual observer until you're in the club, where it won't make any difference."

This actually sounded like fun to me. I'm sure our eventual partners would enjoy fucking a super heroine.

"Since you have four people protecting your dainty asses tonight, you will reward them appropriately by sucking them off on the way home. I'm sure they'll need it after watching you all night."

"Including me, sir?" Oliva asked.

"Including you," Herman said.

"Yes, Master."

They left and the body painting started. The man mostly used an airbrush, painting broad swaths of flesh with his tool, when he was done using the airbrush, the women started using small paintbrushes for the finer details. I'd never been painted before and it was enjoyable to feel the paint being applied to my lady bits. No tape was used. It went on skin. Everything was painted. Another reason to be shaved bald. As Master had hinted, we had to stay still for long periods of time. It was actually a relief to be suspended at times to reduce the strain on our legs or other parts.

They were working off artwork of the superheroines for everyone but Oliva. That was a free hand effort of imagination. Apparently, their imagination ran to slutty. Oliva was transformed into a streetwalking whore before our eyes. At one point, Oliva asked about removing the paint.

"No hable ingles," they replied, and she repeated the question in Spanish.

They gave her detailed instructions.

"Does it come off with soap and water?" Francesca asked.

"They said if it did, our cunts would soon lose the paint. We need to use baby oil to get it off. They'll leave a lot of it with us."

"Even that sounds like it could be fun," I said, "rubbing each other with baby oil to remove our paint. Kind of like a Mazola party."

"Have you ever been to a Mazola party, Beth?" Francesca asked.

"Nope, just heard about one from someone who attended."

"What's a Mazola party?" Edgar asked.

"Mazola is an American vegetable oil," I said. "You cover the room in plastic and grease each other up with Mazola and do what comes naturally when you're naked and slippery."

"Ah, yes. I've been to one of those, though we didn't use Mazola," Edgar said. "Had to kind of watch out for some of the faggy boys. Rubbing together in a large group grope might give them a chance to slip something in where you didn't want it to go."

"Let me ask you a question, Edgar. Would you let me fuck your ass with a strap-on?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Might depend on the heat of the moment, but I could see it possibly happening with the right bird."

"What's the difference between being pegged by a girl and having a guy slip you the salami. Inquiring minds want to know. I assume it would feel pretty much the same either way although I can tell you for sure the real thing feels better than a strap-on."

"Don't know. Just does."

"That is so weird. I could really imagine giving you a nice blow job while someone fucked your ass. I'll bet you'd positively explode in my mouth. But if it was a guy, you'd have issues with it, while if it was Francesca, you'd let it happen. You know, I should talk to Buck. He was man enough to suck Chaney's cock when he lost his bet. I'll bet he'll take an ass fucking while I suck his cock. All I'd have to do is find someone to do the fucking."

"Speaking of Chaney, he'd stick it in a knothole."

"Yeah, but if Buck and Chaney do it, then it becomes a thing because it's the second time. Everyone will think they're a thing instead of a casual fucking together with a woman. I doubt either of them want that. Neither of them is gay. I don't want them to look gay. I just want to ignore this whole man-man bias. You'll fuck anything with a cunt, but nothing with a cock."