My Voyage of Submission Ch. 15

This chapter finds Beth meeting Darla's family and rescuing another involuntary slave at a BDSM club in Paris. Miranda, Francesca and Belle rejoin our merry band. Miranda is trying to get pregnant. This chapter contains oral, anal, group, interracial and lesbian sex. It also includes sex with relative strangers. There is no COVID or STD's in my little fantasy world.

My Voyage of Submission, Ch 15 - Paris, Pt 1

We spent much of the next two months in Europe, beginning in Lisbon, flying to Madrid from there, and Berlin after that. We caught up with the ship again in Amsterdam, sailing to Antwerp after a couple meetings in the Netherlands. In each of the major cities we went, Master had meetings with business people and even government officials. Angelique was busy, having modeling jobs in many of the locations. If she was gone for any extended period, I was required to provide Hannah with solace and comfort in her slave's absence.

The same applied to Lynn. She could not travel with her slaves, nor her fiancé, all three remaining on the American Entrepreneur. I was her comfort as well. Master would take a suite in one of the larger hotels. During the day, Lynn and I might go shopping, sightseeing or visiting the many fine museums. We always had at least two bodyguards with us. They would occasionally change. I would provide for their sexual needs when allowed. The sole exceptions to my use by the bodyguards, was if James or Henderson were with us. They remained faithful to their wife or fiancée as expected. Master only used them when the ship was nearby, so they were never far away from their mates.

James had started having sex with Ateefah after about a month. I think Ateefah pushed for it more than James did, which I suspected was coming out of her slave conditioning, but they were careful. He at least tried to make it regular intercourse rather than one of the less Muslim forms of sex. They were taking my advice and spending a lot of time talking to one another and learning about one another. Miranda had finally managed to obtain refugee status for Fatima, Sahar, Farah, Hibbah and Ateefah, which allowed them to obtain documentation and passports. Maahnoor had gotten a passport reissued from Morocco after establishing contact with her parents. This meant they all had the ability to leave the ship if they wished and James and Ateefah planned on getting married at a mosque in London when we reached there. James had bought an engagement ring almost as soon as we made landfall in Lisbon.

In the evenings, we often went out to dinner, then had sex later. Hannah spent a couple evenings with us when she was particularly lonely for Angelique.

One night in Berlin, we FaceTimed with Miranda, watched Johanna get licked by Miranda, then Johanna's parents took care of Miranda's needs. Johanna said she'd found her own submissive, another man, who she could fuck. He wasn't with her because he worked. Johanna said her father, Ben, spent as much time getting fucked in the ass and sucking her new slaves cock as he got to spend fucking his wife, Marian. Both of them looked to be in better shape. Johanna had been working them hard, apparently.

I finally did some damage to the charge card Master had provided me. I bought gifts for lots of people, and clothes for myself. I would have to model an item for Lynn, who would take my picture and text it to Master to approve. I was only allowed to purchase the most scandalous and outrageous of clothes to wear.

Master wasn't using me for his meetings much anymore, both because they didn't occur on his ship most of the time, and because even on this side of the Atlantic, Master's negotiating tactics had been bandied about. Additionally, he wouldn't use me when discussing business with governments. I was along for the ride, primarily to provide him with sex, and secondarily, sex to the others in his entourage.

In each of the major cities, we would go to a BDSM club, Lynn or Hannah acting as my dominant. We would give my survey to as many people as would take them, Master frequently adding a monetary inducement to their participation. The survey had been translated into many other different languages for Europe, including French, German, Dutch, Danish and Norwegian. I was rapidly adding to my database and the matrix became more accurate and in the process, making adjustments to what it was telling me, factoring in gender and age more. Some of the new items I'd purchased were worn at the clubs, or to the clubs, if it was required a slave be nude at the club.

At the club in Madrid, I wore a dress so scandalously backless, the scooped back descended below my buttocks, emphasizing that part of my body, which I considered one of my nicest features. I got fucked three times in the ass at that club, twice by strangers. At one of the two clubs we attended in Berlin, I wore a thin, tight, latex outfit which left nothing to the imagination. I lost three pounds just sweating inside the thing. It had a zipper at the crotch so people would have access to my sex and I could relieve myself. Latex and leather seemed a feature of that club.

It didn't happen often, but we would occasionally identify a submissive as being an actual slave, mostly because they had a Mahmoud brand, or the Chinese character tattoo we'd seen already. If we got a name or anything else to identify them by, Master would quietly pass word on to the policing authorities within the country, staying away from Interpol. They would check it out quietly and we would sometimes hear of an arrest later.

It was near the end of September when we took a train into Paris from Brussels. Since the ship was berthed in Antwerp and not sailing, Björn joined us. We waited at the airport for Miranda, Francesca and Belle to join us. I was so happy to see them. There was an awful lot of hugging and kissing when we met them at the airport. Master had gotten several interconnecting suites at the Four Seasons, George V hotel. When they removed their clothes at the hotel, there was a lot more hugging and kissing, the hugging involving lots of stroking and touching. The kissing was long and lingering and promising a lot more.

Master hadn't fucked them in several weeks, so starting with Miranda, he gave her one of his marathon fuck sessions first created during the Love Evolution. For an hour he fucked her up one side and down the other, while Francesca, Belle and I kept ourselves occupied on the other bed. Miranda knew how much Master had missed her by the time they'd finished. Francesca and Belle got the deluxe treatment next while I reacquainted myself with Miranda's sweet cunt, made slightly saltier by Master's cum.

We took a break for supper, a dozen of us eating at Le Cinq at the Four Seasons and enjoying some exquisite wines from their legendary 50,000 bottle wine cellar. The food and wine bill was in the tens of thousands, helped along by some ridiculously expensive but fantastic wines. Hannah, Lynn and Miranda were the most modestly dressed of the women. The rest of us were revealing either lots of cleavage, transparent tops, or some other facet of our attire which revealed more than it hid. We went back to our rooms and Belle was given to Hannah while Master spent the night with Miranda and Francesca. He sent me to join Björn and Lynn. I showed them how a pleasing slave could help enhance their sex.

"What are you doing today, Mistress?" I asked, stretching the following morning. Lynn had just been fucked by Björn while I nibbled on her in a sixty-nine. We were all laying in a loose pile of sweaty limbs and moist crotches.

"Björn and I are going to do some shopping for our wedding." She flashed me her engagement ring, a good sized two carat diamond. "He bought this in Antwerp, but I still need to buy a wedding dress and trousseau."

"I'm kind of curious how you intend to deal with your slaves after your marriage, Mistress."

"We've talked about it," Björn said. "We've decided not to take a traditional approach to marriage. What we've been doing so far has been working out fairly well. Lynn has Manuel and Sherry and she is not concerned if I enjoy some of you other slaves at times. We've each been married once before and they didn't work out the normal way, so why not try something new this time."

"Do you think it would work a little easier if Sherry and Manuel would be more open to allowing Sherry to fuck Björn, Mistress?"

"I imagine it would be," Lynn said. "I'd love it if Björn were like my co-Dominant to both of them. I think that could be fun."

"Have you attempted a triple penetration with anyone yet, Mistress?"

"No. Björn and Manuel have done a double penetration, strictly spit roasting thus far. He's hesitant inviting other crew members into the bed. The whole loss of authority thing. The same reason he hasn't fucked any of those delicious young women on the ship. Your Master doesn't really have the same kinds of issues. He isn't strictly in a chain of command. He can hire or fire, like he did Phil, but none of them really report to him."

"Have you tried a triple with who you have, Mistress? Sherry can wear a strapless or even a strap-on. You can mount her and Björn and Manuel can take either end in a deluxe spit roast. Or give the Captain your cunt and let Sherry fuck your ass. We've done that with great effectiveness when we've had other females in our bed."

"That does sound like fun."

"I don't know if it would make any difference, but if Sherry sees you enjoying yourself like that, she's submissive enough to want to try it herself. Manuel loosened up enough for Sam and William to give Sherry a triple penetration with him. He might want to loosen up enough to allow her to enjoy the same thing if he sees how much you enjoy it. The only way for it to happen for Sherry is if Manuel lets Björn fuck her, Mistress. That kind of breaks the ice if he suggests it. I think it might result in a way for all four of you to all share your bed more frequently. Just a thought."

"Would you like to try that, dear?" Lynn asked.

"It does present some interesting possibilities," Björn said.

"Have you told your children you have two slaves yet, Mistress?"

"I haven't. Not sure I know what to say to them about the whole situation. I'm fairly certain both of them will be shocked."

"Probably, Mistress. Did they know how miserable you were before?"

"It wasn't a secret," Lynn said. "My misery was quite clear."

"I'd try to approach it as a welcome change from your prior misery. Going from a situation where your husband had cheated on you and left you without any sex at all, and now, you get it any time you want it and get to enjoy yourself every day. If they weren't fond of how you were before, they might appreciate the change."

Lynn laughed. "That's it. Tell them I'm getting fucked twice as much as both of them put together and I love it."

"Your sex drive is higher now than when you were a teenager, Mistress. You're taking advantage of it."

"Speaking of that, Björn, do you think you can fuck your fiancé again?"

"If Beth can give me another erection," he laughed.

"On it, Mistress."

I soon had the Captain sporting another stiff prick. When he started using it on Lynn, I went to the bathroom and took a shower before checking to see if Master and my sister slaves were up yet. They were lined up on their hands and knees next to each other and he was going from one cunt to the other, fucking them to an orgasm and switching.

"I get to clean Master's cock," I said, leaning against the doorway. "The loser has to clean the winner's cunt."

Miranda laughed. "Are you sure you don't want to lick my fabulous cunt again?"

"You talked me into it," I said.

"That was difficult."

"It is a fabulous cunt," I said, slithering beneath her, "and I've missed it as much as Master has."

By clinging to her ass I could pull my head up in order to lick aforementioned lady bits. She spasmed immediately. "I sure hope you had permission for that orgasm, slave," I said before burying my face back in her moistness, her liquid honey.

"No she didn't," Master said, fucking Francesca at the moment.

"You gave us permission to cum, sir," Miranda protested.

"On my cock, not her mouth. I think I need to put you on a slave trainer again."

"Master!" Miranda protested. "I just got here."

"Yes, and it's obvious you require some discipline." He smiled at her.

"Yes, Master. As you wish. May I have permission to cum on her tongue, as it's obvious she's not going to stop?"

I wasn't. She was right.

"If you can hold out for five minutes, you can cum." He set his timer.

"You just want me punished, Master. No one holds out for five minutes if Beth wants you to cum."

"So true. But your punishment will be worse if you don't at least try."

"Yes, Master."

Was I going to be a shit and make sure she got punished, or let her hold out for five. I started counting internally and tried to make her cum, stopping before she fell off the cliff, paused giving her time to pull herself together, then attacked again. I did this over and over until just before my internal clock said it was time, then pushed her off. She was gasping through a hard orgasm a few seconds before his timer went off.

"Welcome to Paris, sister," I said, before resuming collecting her nectar.

Master recommenced pounding into Francesca's pussy, having slowed as he watched me. Francesca orgasmed, squeaking a bit. Master pulled out and moved back to Miranda. He easily slid into her buttery sheath and started pounding, his balls smacking against my forehead as I continued lapping her pearl.

"Oh, fuck," Miranda moaned. "May I please cum, sir?"

"No."

Miranda moaned, a low growl, portending her incipient release.

"Please, sir. I can't resist both of you."

Master said nothing, nor did he stop, continuing his hard, rapid thrusting, plumbing her depths. Miranda's gasping increased in frequency and volume. She screamed, then bit her palm to choke it off. We were in the heart of Paris, not on Master's ship in the middle of the ocean. He didn't stop and move to Francesca, but sped up.

"I'm going to cum again, sir. Please let me cum."

"Are you fertile right now?"

"Yes, Master," she moaned.

"You have my permission to cum."

She stifled another scream as she climaxed, shuddering so hard I had to cling to her hips. Master climaxed several seconds later, painting her interior walls with his seed.

"Clean her off," Master said, pulling out when his pulsing stopped, "but don't dig too deeply. Give her two more orgasms."

"Yes, Master," I replied.

As Francesca took care of him, I did as he ordered, licking her to two more, and lapping at only what was found on the outside. She was trembling still when I finished.

"Get two slave trainers, Beth," Master ordered. "And leave her cum on your face."

A double dose of slave trainer then. Poor Miranda.

"Yes, Master."

I obeyed with alacrity, returning quickly.

"Help Miranda put it on," Master said.

"Yes, sir."

I helped Miranda into hers, adjusting the straps which would hold it in.

"Done sir."

"Put the other one on yourself."

"What, sir?"

"You heard me. Did you ask for permission to lick my wife?"

Oops. "No, sir." Fuck!

I obeyed. Master turned both of them on.

"I think we'll eat breakfast in," Master said, "stay in our rooms until the trainers die. Francesca, take everyone's orders, including the others."

"Yes, Master."

Francesca found the room service menu and passing it to us to read, wrote down the orders for everyone. When she had collected all of them, except Lynn's and Björn's who decided to go out, Master called it in.

"Everyone but my wife out when our food arrives," Master said. "Ethan, you and the other two bodyguards may want to give Beth, Francesca and Belle a little extra protein this morning."

"Thanks, Joshua. Appreciate it."

We left Joshua's room and Ethan, Art and Al found themselves serviced by me and my sister slaves until we received our salty rewards. After the food arrived, we rejoined him in his room and had a delightful breakfast, except for the fact that no matter how badly I needed to cum for the next three hours, I didn't. Neither did Miranda.

Even after the slave trainers came out, we weren't allowed to cum. Instead, Master put butt plugs in all four of his slaves and we went sightseeing, Hannah and guards with us. Our clothes were more modest today, though bare beneath, and we were all conscious of the stainless steel plugs bisecting our cheeks as we walked about. Björn and Lynn joined us before we went to dinner. We ate out at another great restaurant that evening, everyone but Miranda getting wine to drink.

During dinner, Master informed us of what our next few days would be like.

"I have business meetings the next five days. Hannah and I will be very busy. I have you four scheduled into a couple fall fashion shows, plus some private sessions at some of the better fashion houses. Hannah will send you the schedules. You're to buy cold weather clothes. Norway in October will be chilly. London next week won't be balmy either. Lynn approves of all purchases you wish to make. You may have to dress like Eskimos, but it will be sexy Eskimos. For the next four days, Miranda will be getting all my cum. I may still fuck each of you, but she'll be the recipient of my orgasms. We're going to try for a child. She'll be flying back to join us during each of her next fertile periods until she catches.

"I'm too well known in France and England to take you to any BDSM clubs, so Miranda and I will be staying out of them. Lynn and Björn will be taking you instead. I've gotten them memberships in my club, so they'll have reciprocal rights in the ones over here. You'll do what they instruct you to do. Björn will have sufficient cash to offer it for survey takers. The four clubs you'll attend allow bodyguards. There will be two here, two in London. The rules at one of the clubs in each city are stricter than the other one, but nothing that should violate your slave agreements."

Björn was going, interesting. Taking an interest in Dominant activities or just going with his wife?

"When we get back to the Four Seasons, you three will fuck your bodyguards with your plug still in your ass. I'll take care of Miranda. You will clean each other up afterward. Tonight, Beth will join Miranda and I in bed, Francesca will join Hannah and Belle will join Lynn and Björn. You're to keep your temporary Mistresses well pleasured. Failure to do so will result in more time on a slave trainer, as we can't have much smacking of buttocks in our rooms. Any questions?"

"No, sir," all four slaves responded.

"Have any of you read 'The Story of O'?"

"I've heard of it, sir, but never read it," I replied.

None of the others had read it either.

"I read it, the result of a misspent youth and an early fascination with Dominance/submission. The reason I ask is because the first club you're going to is called Chateau Roissy, where O was taken for her initial slave training, and I think you should read it before you go there in a couple nights, at least the part about Roissy, to prepare yourselves. You may download it to a phone or iPad. Unlike other clubs where you've gone, you're subject to be fucked or punished by anyone, with restrictions only as to the severity of the punishment. It will help you understand what might happen to you there. You will find the rules quite similar."

"Yes, Master," we replied.

We returned to the hotel and receiving permission to cum from our Master, Al fucked Belle, Ethan had Francesca and Art had me. With the plugs in our asses, it was almost like a double penetration save the plug didn't normally move. Art found a way around this impediment by taking the base of the plug in his hand and used it to fuck my ass, never removing it, merely stretching me out. Pulling it out so the width of the plug tugged at the muscular ring, then twisting it and pushing it back in.