My Voyage of Submission Ch. 08

"Well, duh. Kind of the whole point for most people."

"I guess. It just seems so fussy."

"I suppose some of us are fussy, and some aren't."

"I deserve that. I'm not very fussy. I have my preferences, sure, but really, I enjoy pleasing anybody."

"We appreciate that about you. None of Joshua's slaves are too fussy."

I laughed.

Reggie delivered the food to the playroom and Edgar took it at the door.

"What the fuck is going on in there?" Reggie asked.

"Show up when they call the muster later tonight and find out. Bring a camera."

"Just a peek?"

"Sorry, mate. Bosses orders. Don't want to piss off the boss. He holds the key to bliss."

"They have a pool going as to what's going on in here."

"What's the big money on?"

"An orgy."

"And Joshua is inviting everyone to take pictures when the orgy is over? Stupid. Hope you didn't make that bet?"

"Maybe."

"Sucker."

Edgar shut the door.

"Anyone but you know what's really going on?" Belle asked. They were working on a mask.

"I think Hannah made the arrangements for the painters."

One of the ladies was adding some detail to Wonder Woman's girdle, adding gold trim to the blue. Some of what she was doing was tickling my cunt and making me leak fluids. She had to keep dabbing with Kleenex. At around 2045, Master and Herman came in through the bedroom to look at the progress.

"Very nice. Excellent job. Please tell them, Oliva, I'm very pleased with the results." He waited for her to say something. "I have some gifts to go along your costumes. A red cape for Supergirl, a black cape for Batwoman and a gold rope for Wonder Woman's lasso." Herman dropped three boxes on one of the countertops. "The capes may provide a little coverage while you walk from the parking lot, but they are on the short side so they don't cover those magnificent asses. We have a cheap handbag for Oliva to fit her persona as a streetwalker and to keep the money I'm giving you to pay for your consorts tonight.

"I paid good money to get you a table in the front close to the action. It is customary to give the strippers five hundred peso tips. I want you to give one thousand peso tips. This should arouse the interest of the dancers and give you first choice of who you're going to fuck. Negotiate for the sex. Don't give them the first price they ask, which will probably be too high given your tipping. Have fun. Suck a little cock; play around, put on a good show. Oliva knows the culture. She can guide you."

"I can't believe I'm going to pay for sex after getting so much for free," Francesca said. "What would my daddy say if he saw me there?"

"He's a pony owner who fucks his mares. Hopefully, he'd tell you to have a good time," I said. "Have you told him you're a slave yet?"

"Not yet. Thought that was a conversation better held in person."

"Maybe you should send him a picture of yourself as Supergirl. It could be a clue to ease him down gently."

"Sending naked pictures of myself to my Daddy. How fucking perverse."

"Send one of all of us. He's already seen me naked. Has he seen Belle?"

"Yes, I had her out at the farm a couple times."

"Master, take a couple photos and send them to Mistress Layton. I'm sure she'll appreciate them. Send some to Miranda too."

"Done."

"Edgar, you're not going to get embarrassed by all the girl talk we have at our table, will you?"

"What kind of girl talk?"

"How nice a particular cock is, or how big someone's balls are, or how cute his ass is. The usual."

"You mean to tell me you birds are as filthy as men are in a strip club?"

"Probably filthier. That's one of the few things I did before I became a slave that was on the racy side. Girls night out for 'Thunder Down Under'. Great time. Probably the drunkest I've ever been."

"I might have gone to that show," Francesca said. "Wouldn't it have been crazy we were both there at the same time without knowing each other?"

"I think, we should have the men on this ship put on a strip show for the ladies," Belle said. "Why should we always be the ones going around nude. A little music, some tasteful or untasteful stripping, bumping and grinding. Prizes for the best strip off. A Full Monty show with lots of booze and food. Could be fun."

"Excellent idea, Belle, but you're going home tomorrow," I said. "It will have to wait until you come back."

"I don't want to go home."

"Too bad, slave," Francesca said. "You've got to go home, give proper notice at work, go up to Washington, DC and meet your sister slave, maybe find another job with some flexibility. We've had our fun. It's time to get it together."

"I suppose," Belle pouted.

"The next few weeks won't be much fun anyway," Master said. "Might be the most dangerous part of our trip. Negotiating the release of a kidnapping victim, reuniting Maahnoor with her family. I don't expect that will be pleasant, though I'm hoping for the best. I plan on bringing Miranda over when I get to Europe for a couple weeks. Maybe hit Paris and London."

"I want to see the Captain and Lynn tie the knot," Belle said, "more than I want to see Paris or London. I loved how the Captain ravaged her at the dinner table. How romantic."

"You thought that was romantic?" Edgar said "He just fucked her. I've fucked birds before and they didn't think it was romantic."

"It was kind of romantic," I said. "Announcing his engagement to her and claiming her in front of everyone. It wasn't just fucking."

"No wonder the bird didn't think your fucking was romantic if you didn't see that as romantic," Belle said. "That had romance written all over it. You could tell Lynn loved it."

"So she loves a good fucking! What am I missing here?"

"You're not going to win this argument, Edgar," Master said. "I thought it was a bit romantic myself, but I've got a bit of caveman in me anyway. Whacking your intended over the head and dragging her away by the hair is kind of my speed. Herman, Oliva; want to weigh in?"

"Romantic," Oliva said. "Now, I could see where you couldn't do it under normal circumstances, but on this ship; definitely romantic."

"I've got to agree with the wife on this one, Edgar. In the civilized world where you're bringing chocolate and flowers, it's a mess, but out here, romantic."

"By the way, Edgar," I said. "I saw how lovey, dovey you were getting with Fatima when she asked to undergo self defense training. You were spending time with her, holding her hand. She says she might like Pierre as a slave and you dropped her hand like a hot potato. What's up with that?"

"Well she was choosing another bloke, wasn't she?"

"She was choosing a possible slave. Doesn't mean she necessarily wants Pierre as a boyfriend. She might appreciate someone who can protect her as a boyfriend. She was holding your hand and she had a lot of reason not to be particularly friendly with men. Sahar doesn't want to be, and Hibbah probably doesn't either, but Fatima was holding your hand, and that meant something to her."

"Won't she be fucking him?"

"It's definite. Slaves do tend to get fucked. But Lynn has Manuel as a slave and she's marrying Björn. And Manuel is going to marry Sherry. Just because Fatima is taking a slave doesn't mean she might not want someone else as a lover. Granted, you might have to share her with Pierre, but a lot of other people are finding it possible to share their women with other men, and their men with other women. Master is sharing four of them with you, one of them, his wife. Unless you don't think you have as much to offer Fatima as Pierre does, I wouldn't automatically take my hat out of the ring."

"I always thought my bird would be my one and only."

"I'm sure Professor Kline thought the same thing, but does he seem unhappy to you that he is considering letting another man fuck his wife? He and Oliva are both having more sex now than they used to. I don't know what you can tolerate, but Fatima seems like a special girl to me. Smart, literate, speaks multiple languages, lovely. She's picking up the sailing fast, been offered up as Employee of the Day by the Captain. She's been trained as a sex slave and though she'll never let you treat her like a sex slave, she has skills. I think you're making a huge mistake if you toss her aside because she chooses a slave for herself. It may just be a way to work through what happened to her. Dominant/submissive relationships aren't all permanent. Master hasn't kept any of his slaves before now. Pierre had a previous Mistress he gave up. You don't know what will happen between them. They don't even know each other."

Edgar looked at Master. "It's kind of like the romance thing, Edgar. You don't understand it, but it's there. This is pretty much the same. If you like her, fight for her. If it meant nothing to you, don't worry about it. I've gotten used to sharing. I don't need fidelity to make my relationships work. I do need some control, but not fidelity. It's all in what you can live with."

"It's like getting fucked in the ass while I suck your cock, Edgar. It's got elements of good and bad. Doesn't mean you won't have an explosive orgasm when you cum."

Master looked at me inquisitively. I said, "I still don't understand the whole male-male dynamic, Master. Edgar said he might let some girl peg him, but doesn't want some guy playing hide the salami with him. I told him live cocks are much nicer in your bum than a fake one. All of the slaves agree, live is better. It's like he's got blinders on. This is gay, nope, this isn't, fuck my ass. I'm still trying to figure it out."

Master laughed. "I tend to agree with Edgar on this one."

"Would you let me fuck your ass, sir? Be honest."

"Maybe."

"So as long as a woman fucks your ass, it's okay, but a real dick puts it in the twilight zone. Is there logic there at all, Master."

"It's not logical, it's emotional. You do deal with emotions as a psychologist, right?"

"Fine. I concede. It's emotional, Master. So is letting other people fuck your wife. You've said it yourself. There are feelings when it happens, but you still let it happen because logically, and emotionally, you know we belong to you and letting us fuck someone else doesn't damage your possession of us and our relationship to you. Which is why you're painting us up, sending us to a bordello, and letting us fuck random strippers who appeal to us physically. You're ignoring your emotions for this but not that."

"Why do you want to see two males fucking?"

"Why do you want to see two females fucking, sir? What difference does it make?"

"Boss, I think you should quit arguing with her. If you keep it up, we might end up fucking each other with them cheering us on. Just tell her to shut her yap or you'll spank her."

Master laughed. "Is that what I have to do?"

"No. I'll stop arguing now. We're almost done. We'll go out there, pose for the crew, get lots of pictures taken and go fuck us some prostitutes."

The other three slaves started clapping and cheering. I took a bow.

Master laughed again. "Heavens, how I love you. You make life so interesting."

* * * * *

Ten minutes later, we were all finished and Supergirl and Batwoman donned their capes and I looped a gold rope over my shoulder. Pretty Woman grabbed her handbag of Argentine pesos and we went back to the sundeck where everyone was waiting, cameras in hand. Everyone, man or woman, started hooting and hollering and whistling. We were a hit. We strutted, we posed; I was blinded by the flashes. People kept coming up to us and touching us to make sure we didn't have anything more than paint on. At 2200, we said goodbye to everyone who wasn't a bodyguard and headed out for a night of debauchery. Master didn't trust anyone but Edgar to drive us, so just like last night, he drove. It took an hour in traffic, even at this time of the night, to reach Golden, bordello for women.

"Well, this is it, gals," I said. "Put on your best smile and strut your way to the front door like you own the place. We're going to get fucked by pros tonight."

We got out of the Limo and boy, did we strut. We got a lot of looks, just looking like superheroes, then second looks, and third looks when they realized our costumes weren't costumes. As Master said, this was a venue for women, so there were lots of them. Our four bodyguards constituted half of the men I saw. A couple others might have been bodyguards, and the two bouncers or gatekeepers at the door. They did the same double take everyone else had done, their eyes wandering slowly up and down.

"Reservations for eight under the name of Beth Wilson," Oliva said, handing the doormen a couple thousand peso bills.

He called someone inside and a girl came out and escorted us to our table right on the dance floor, or should I say, stripping floor. She gave us the twice over before Oliva passed out more bills and asked for champagne, not to be opened until brought to the table. I had to admit, the boys were doing a good job. When the champagne came, Edgar had Ethan smelling the glasses, smelling the champagne and tasting it before giving it to us.

"Why is Ethan smelling everything?" Oliva asked.

"He's got the better nose. He can smell shit I can't," Edgar said. "So what types of bloke are you girls interested in?"

"I never got to fuck Pony Boy," Belle said. "I'm going for a big cock."

"Who's Pony Boy?" Jake asked.

"He's a stallion owned by my daddy," Francesca said. "Long ten inch cock. Keeps the mares happy."

"Horses I've seen have cocks longer than ten inches," Art said, "and I'm surprised you'd want to fuck an animal."

"He's not a horse," I said, "he's a man, a male sex slave kept on what's known as a Pony Farm, where the slaves dress as horses. You remember Gloria? Mistress Layton's female slave?"

"Yeah," Edgar said.

"She had just started out as a pony and I had to race her in a mile long race, pulling a modified sulky, like a two wheeled cart, wearing these heavy boots with horseshoes on the bottom, a bit in my mouth and a horsetail in my ass. You had to trot, lifting your knees above your hips each stride or you lost the race. Francesca trained me before the race. The winner got to be mounted by Pony Boy."

"Who won?"

"Beth did," Francesca said. "She ran marathons and Gloria ran sprints. Beth had a little more juice at the end, plus Gloria broke stride. It was a great comeback victory."

"So you fucked this Pony Boy," Ethan said.

"I did, but not that day. Had a show about a week later where he mounted me in an exhibition for a bunch of Dominants and their slaves."

"So is he the best you've ever fucked?" Art asked.

"No, Master is the best I've ever fucked. Second was Henri Jourdan. Third best is one of Mistress Layton's ranch hands, Diego. I guess Pony Boy might come in fourth place, possibly Oliva's husband, my college professor. It would be pretty close."

"You fuck this Pony Boy, Francesca?" Edgar asked.

"I was afraid to at first, but after Beth had me fucking Diego with her, I tried him out. If I were ranking my best fucks, it would be Master, Captain Amundsen, Diego, then Pony Boy."

"It is not always the size of the boat," Oliva said. "It's the motion of the ocean. That's why I'm going for the best dancer; someone with rhythm. Someone I'd dance the Tango with."

"What about you, Francesca?" Ethan asked. "What are you going for?"

"I don't know yet, but I'll know it when I see it."

"Beth?" Edgar asked.

"Master was thinking I might find a professional sexpert who could teach me something new about sex to show Master. I'm thinking the most creative stripper might have something new to teach me about fucking, but it's just a guess."

"Who's your best fuck, Belle?"

"Master."

"Oliva?"

"You realize I've never fucked anyone but my Master since I've been married. This is the first time I will be fucking a new cock in over twenty-two years."

"What's Joshua got that no one else does?" Art asked. "I mean we all saw the Love Evolution he put on with Beth and that was pretty amazing, but he doesn't seem like he'd be that special."

"Submissive's respond to Dominance. It's not just sex. It's taking control, knowing we are his. According to my survey, Master is the most Dominant person I've ever tested. When I fuck some stranger tonight, I'm doing it for him, at his order and command. To me, that will make it sexier and more special than if I just pulled the same person off the street and fucked him for fun. It will be better because I'm doing it for him. So it's probably not just the fucking that's special, it's the whole package.

"He's my Master. My sex belongs to him. Just ordering me around isn't the same as Dominance, so if one of you just told me to drop and suck, it would likely just piss me off. I am actually quite independent, in many ways, but Dominants make me melt. Manuel wanted to be one for Sherry, but he couldn't. It's not in him. It's in Lynn in spades. Simone recognized it. When given the choice of Hannah and Lynn, she chose Lynn even though Lynn had already promised her a spanking. Hannah is a switch, but she's submissive to Dominant men, which makes her less Dominant than Lynn."

"Henri trained to become Dominant," Ethan said. "He didn't start out as Dominant."

"You're wrong. Henri was always Dominant. He just never practiced Dominance except perhaps as owner of his own business and boat crew, not with his wife. Captain Amundsen is a non-practicing Dominant, which is why Francesca enjoyed his fucking so much. To a certain extent, you all have touches of Dominance in you. You're all alpha males, who've been in leadership positions. Francesca noticed as she was fucking her way through the crew she enjoyed sex with you more than any of her previous lovers, who were probably both younger and beta males. Her father might have recognized Francesca was submissive and kept her away from Dominants for that reason."

"So this Diego guy, what made him special? Was he a Dominant?"

"To meet him, you wouldn't think so to start, just a skinny, diminutive guy with an oversized cock, but he controlled horses, like a horse whisperer, if you will. These huge beasts followed him around like he had them on a halter. Turns out he was more Dominant than I thought. He's apparently found a woman who's submissive he wants to marry if he can get her into the country. I hadn't created my survey yet and might not have given it to him anyway because he wasn't a known Dominant. I only gave the survey to known submissives to start. I added Dominants, then started giving it to everyone because it helps predict."

"You mean that's the reason I enjoyed fucking him so much?" Francesca said. "Other than he was sweet and had a great cock?"

"Probably. Secret Dominant."

"How big was Diego?"

"About the same size as James on a 5-6 frame and 140 wiry pounds," I said. "Quite impressive for his size and he could fuck forever and not lose his erection. Ooh, this dancer is quite good. Oliva, does he look like yours? He's built like a brick shithouse in addition to the moves."

"Maybe."

She waved a thousand peso note and he danced his way over. She tucked the note in his g-string while giving his cock a feel.

"Mmm, a definite maybe. I think I have to see a few more to get a larger sample size."

She tucked another note in his g-string, feeling inside. She said something to him in Spanish and he smiled and moved away.

"What did you say to him?" Belle asked.

"Told him not to get too far away and come see us later." She handed us a bunch of the notes she had in her purse. "You need to start passing these out, girls. I would think we all want to be in the sack by one AM or so. The place closes at five. Gives us a good three or four hours before we need to think about leaving."

We started paying more attention to the strippers, calling them over to the table and passing out notes when they got down to a g-string to check out their packages. Oliva pulled a can of Redi-Whip whipped cream out of her purse. "If you see someone hot, pull his g-string down and spray a little of this on his cock before sucking it. Mimics them cumming."