My Voyage of Submission Ch. 15

Angelique came out in a form fitting white, cashmere sweater over tight, black stirrup pants with thigh high boots. The buds of her nipples stuck out provocatively, so I could see wearing the top. The pants were snug on her sweet ass and I always thought my ass looked great in tight pants or jeans.

"Don't forget the boots," Lynn said.

"I barely wear shoes, Mistress."

"Trust me! Wear the boots and nothing else and Joshua won't be able to keep his hands off you."

I laughed, picturing it. Oh, yeah. The boots needed to come with it. Keeping Master's hands on me was one of my primary goals in life. I didn't buy any furs or fur lined clothes. I wasn't fond of killing animals to cover myself, especially when I was so seldom covered, and the fake furs looked pretty good anymore. Björn recommended some boots for snow, so I bought a pair when they paraded by me.

The show was winding down. "Beth, you've had enough fun today. Francesca will take care of Angelique. Hannah insists you do it in front of all the other models. That wouldn't be a problem for you, would it?"

"No, Mistress."

"If any of the other models wish your services after you're done with Angelique, take care of it."

"Yes, Mistress."

While Francesca was taking care of things in the dressing room, I read some more about O. Her lover, René, eventually gives her to an older, more cruel half brother, Sir Stephen. O eventually begins to love him the way she used to love René. In the process, she transfers her affections to anyone who's using her. First, she goes to Roissy for love of René, then starts loving his elder brother when he treats her worse than René did, loving the one she was submitting to at the time. I tried to equate it to my own experience.

I held a great deal of affection for Mistress Layton, but I wasn't in love with her. Submission for me wasn't a condition of love. In fact, I'd started falling in love with Master even before I knew he was my Master. Perhaps, in love, was too strong a word, but I'd greatly enjoyed his company. I didn't feel I was like O, however. If Master gave me to someone else, I wouldn't transfer my love to that person. I might fall out of love with him, but I'm not sure I'd fall in love with the person he'd given me to. In fact, I'd probably be so hurt, I might give up submission. I hadn't planned on falling in love with my Master, but I'd only expected to serve him for a year initially. I agreed to stay with him because I loved him.

It was over an hour before Francesca returned,. It was apparent Angelique hadn't been the only one desperate to orgasm. Francesca said she'd had to pleasure six different women, including Cara Delevigne and Bella Hadid. She didn't know the names of the others, but recognized all of them.

"Darla will be so jealous you licked Cara," I said.

"Why?" Francesca asked.

"Because Darla slept with her at Master's wedding. She was real excited to have fucked a celebrity and now you're five up on her."

Francesca laughed.

"Six months ago, could you have ever imagined yourself licking Bella Hadid's twat?" I asked. "How'd she taste?"

"Delicious. Six months ago, I would have doubted I'd ever meet Bella Hadid," Francesca replied.

"Now, you're the second person I know who's licked her cunt. Maybe the third."

"Who else do you know who did that."

"A friend of a friend who came to Master's wedding. You might meet them later on the cruise. They live in California. We intend to visit when we hit the western US. Miranda will come join Master then, so you'll probably come too."

Supper was back at the hotel with Master and Hannah. I told Master about my adventures today, starting with Delphine, then Rochelle, and finally, Ethan for a half minute on the stair case.

"Only a half minute, Ethan? I thought you'd be good for more than that."

"It might have been a half minute of sucking, boss, but it was a half hour of hard. Rochelle's husband didn't last that long, though he was helping himself along."

"We'll take care of your punishment back in our room, Beth."

"Yes, sir. Delphine gave me her phone number, and asked if I'd have time for her this week."

"Would you like to spend more time with her?"

"If it's not an imposition, Master."

"She can't know about Miranda."

"I know, sir."

"Miranda isn't going to Chateau Roissy. I suppose you could take her there."

"Odd place to take someone on a date, isn't it, sir?"

"Is that what it is?"

"I'm sure she thinks so. I'm in it for the sex. She is a lovely woman, sir. I'm fairly certain I wouldn't be the only one licking cunt this time."

Master laughed. "When you call her, tell her where you're going tomorrow night, explain what it is and ask if she wants to go. If she doesn't, fine, and I'll give you another evening to spend with her. It would be nice if we could trust her with a secret and that might be easier if she went."

"Yes, sir. I'll call her later tonight."

"After you've modeled the clothes you purchased today, all of you. Oh, except for you, Lynn."

I smiled. I knew what the last thing I was going to model tonight would be. Boots, with maybe a certain Nancy Sinatra song playing on the iPad.

"What! You don't think I'm pretty enough to model clothes for you?" Lynn asked.

"I think you're plenty pretty enough to model clothes. I like and need Björn too much to ogle his fiancée in whatever you bought," Master said smiling.

"Good save, Master," I said. "You denigrate yourself too much because of your cheating bastard of a husband, Lynn. You have all the right stuff to keep two men happy. I haven't heard anyone complaining they have to fuck you, so I think you can stop running yourself down. You notice how many beautiful women Master has on his ship, and good looking guys, for that matter. He likes being surrounded by good looking people, and he didn't think inviting you aboard was going to throw off the esthetics of his crew. If Björn has no problem with his future wife showing off a little skin, go ahead and model for the five men sitting here. I have to warn you though, you're the only one who bought any lingerie, so if you see five hard dicks staring at you, you're the only one we'll blame for it."

She looked at Björn.

He laughed at her. "I don't mind these men seeing the woman I get to fuck almost every night. They'll realize how lucky I am."

After dinner, we went straight back to our suites. Five beautiful women modeled the clothes we'd purchased. While it was true Lynn was the only one who purchased lingerie, I did model a clear raincoat, and I did have the cape on with nothing underneath it, which flashed quite a lot of skin as I walked, but I don't take sole credit for the five erections that were evident, because Lynn had purchased some real sexy stuff and Björn was an extremely lucky man.

I modeled the white cashmere sweater and stirrup pants, I left the boots off. When everyone else was done, I modeled the boots and nothing but the boots, while Miranda played "These Boots are Made for Walking" by Nancy Sinatra just before I strutted into the room. What I will take credit for is when all five men had to pull their hard cocks out of their pants and five women had to ease their pain by sucking them off, though Master deposited his load in Miranda's cunt instead of her mouth. No point in wasting good baby making material. Then he finger fucked me to two fast orgasms.

Master did smack my ass with his hand ten times for my sucking off Ethan without permission. He had me wear the boots as he did and managed to fuck Miranda a second time after doing so. We turned up the music to cover the sounds of his hand whacking my ass. I was told to spend the night with Hannah, Francesca with Lynn and Björn and Belle with Master and Miranda.

Hannah had me wear the boots on the bed and licked me to four wonderful orgasms before she had me take them off and lick her to six. When she was drowsing lightly in a post-coital stupor, I got out Delphine's card and called her.

"Bonjour. Qui est-ce?"

"Delphine, this is Beth, from this morning."

"Beth, you called. I wasn't sure you would. It's quite late. You weren't hoping to get together now, were you?"

"No, not now. I was thinking perhaps tomorrow evening if you're free."

"I had plans, but they weren't important and I can change them. What did you have in mind?"

"Have you read 'The Story of O'? I believe they call it 'L' Histoire d' O' in French."

"Yes, I've read it. Why?"

"I'm a bit like O in the story. My Mistress is taking me to a club here in Paris called Chateau Roissy, modeled after the club in the book. They treat women and men like me much as they do in the book. I was wondering if you'd like to come with us."

"Your Mistress. Are you married?"

"No. In fact she's engaged to a man, but she's a Dominant and I'm a submissive, and in addition to wanting to go there, I'm researching Dominance and submission for my Doctorate in Psychology."

"Would I have to go as a submissive? I don't believe I could do that."

"No. You could go as a Dominant. You don't have to be fucked or whipped as I will be."

"You will be fucked and whipped?"

"From what I understand, it is common for women to be fucked in all three holes at the club, so I anticipate that to occur, and some whipping, though it will be limited and not nearly as severe as in the book."

"Why would you invite me to this club?"

"As I said, my time is limited. I'm unsure what other time we might have together. It would give us another chance to have sex again. I greatly enjoyed the first time. If you come as a Dominant, you can fuck any of the submissives you want, which would include me or two of my other friends, who are also submissive, or any other submissive, for that matter, male or female. I'll pay for it all. I know it's an unusual date, but I would like to see you again."

"Your Mistress does not care if you're on a date with a woman?"

"She's getting married, as I said, and if she's bringing me to a club where she expects to be fucked several times, you can safely assume she doesn't care if I fuck you. It was under her direction and permission, I had sex with you this morning."

"I suppose that's true. What time would we be going?"

"Why don't we pick you up from work, we'll eat supper first, then go to the club after. If you decide not to go to the club after dinner, I'll see you get home."

"This sounds like the most unusual date I've ever gone on. I get off at 5:30. Do I need to wear leather or anything special to this club?"

"No, I suspect a nice business outfit would be fine. Nothing too slutty. That's for the slubmissives."

She laughed. "I don't imagine I want to be mistaken for one of them."

"Not unless you crave several good fuckings in all three of your holes by complete strangers."

"We'll need to chat about why you would."

"I may be able to spend the night with you at my hotel. Hopefully we'll have time to both chat and have sex."

"I'll see you at 5:30."

"Look for the black limousine outside Chanel. We'll be there. Au revoir and bonne nuit, Delphine."

"Au revoir."

I curled up against Hannah and went to sleep.

******

More cunt licking of Hannah by me, less by her, room service for breakfast, and suck off the bodyguards before we start our day. I told Master we would be picking up Delphine at Chanel at 5:30 to dine out and she had said she'd go to Chateau Roissy, though expressed reservations for a possible change of heart. While Hannah and Master spent the day in meetings, the rest of us spent the morning at Jean-Paul Gaultier's fashion house, looking for more cold weather clothes. We returned to the hotel for lunch where we sucked off our bodyguards once more. We had the afternoon free, so I used my time to exercise, read more of O, and eventually, take enemas for our trip to Roissy's.

"Why are we doing this again?" Belle asked.

"Because they attempt to follow the book as closely as possible and O often has to clean the cocks of men who've fucked her bottom."

"And by clean, you don't mean wash with a wash cloth?"

"That's correct. Before you get all squeamish on me, I know you've lapped the cum of people who've fucked your Mistress out of her bum, and she hadn't had enemas before then."

"But I know how clean she is. I often shower with her."

"Nevertheless, the cum dripping out of her pucker isn't all cum. This will be much better than that. I will prove it to you. Get a glass butt plug."

Belle got the plug and brought it to me. After she'd been cleansed as I and Francesca had been, I inserted the plug between her delectable cheeks, wriggled it around a bit and withdrew it from her bottom. I showed it to her.

"What's the whitish stuff on the outside of it?"

"Mucus, like that which you produce to ease entry into your cunt which you lick all the time, and what's in your mouth, nasal passages and everywhere else things go in or out. But there are no nasty brown flecks to make you queasy. Now watch."

I stuck it in my mouth and licked it off. I repeated the process with Francesca and had Belle lick that one clean.

"You get that icky feeling in the pit of your stomach, because you know what comes out of your ass, but we get fucked in the ass all the time. If I know I'm going to get fucked there a lot, I cleanse myself, otherwise I use alternative methods to clean Master and myself off."

"Why not do it every day?" Belle asked.

"Other than time constraints, because it's not good for your body every day. There are enzymes and bacteria necessary for digestive health in your rectum. Doing this every day would eventually kill or significantly reduce those good things. It might also dry up tissues by constantly reducing the mucus which keeps things moist, running smoothly and fight invading bacteria. Probably twice a week is the most you should do this. Unless I'm planning for it, I prefer to let nature take its course."

All the women dressed more provocatively than we did this morning, to go out at dinner. Master and Miranda came with. They would take the limo back to the hotel after dropping us off at Chateau Roissy, then send it back to pick us up at 2230. We were waiting outside Chanel at 1730 when Delphine came out the door. She saw the limo and walked towards it. The driver, one of Master's French Office employees, got out to open the door for her.

She climbed in, a little startled to see so many inside, including three obvious hard cases. They'd nearly blended into the woodwork at Chanel yesterday.

I kissed her on both cheeks in the French greeting, then introduced her to everyone.

"Delphine, this is my Mistress, Lynn Farber, her fiancé, Captain Björn Amundsen, captain of the vessel we sail on when not so far inland, the ship's owner, Joshua Greenbriar, his wife, Miranda Ward-Greenbriar, Joshua's personal assistant, Hannah Smithers, my sister submissives, Francesca and Belle, and our bodyguards, Ethan, Al and Art. Everyone, this is Delphine, and I'm sorry, I don't know your last name."

"Montfort, Delphine Montfort."

We all looked at her in stunned silence, then each other. There was a similarity to Darla, hair and skin coloring anyway, though taller and not as curvy, more the model figure.

"Are you by any chance related to Darla Montfort and is your mother's named Michelle?" I asked.

"I have a half sister by that name. We have different fathers. My mother was a lesbian, but she wanted children so slept with a few different men to have them. Darla was the unimportant appointment I broke to go out with you. She disappears for years at a time, then shows up and mother expects me to drop anything to come see her. I told mother I'd take the day off tomorrow to visit. How do you know Darla?"

"She sails on Joshua's ship with us. We met her in St. Barthélemy and she decided to cruise the world with us."

"That's her. I've never met anyone with her wanderlust. She flits from place to place and person to person like a butterfly. What a small world we live in."

"How true," Lynn said. "It is indeed a very small world."

"Were you aware your mother was a Dominant?" I asked.

"I knew. She tried to hide it from us, but couldn't keep it secret forever. It was her copy of 'L' Histoire d' O' I read. It is when I began to realize mother was different from others. It is why it was not horribly shocking to me you wanted to go to a place called Chateau Roissy. I know some people enjoy being submissive."

"Do you have any other half sisters?" Master asked.

"The eldest, Dominique. She's married and with a child of her own. Darla was second and I'm the youngest. My mother gave us all names beginning in D. Darla has quite the reputation. How many of you have had sex with her."

Everyone raised their hand.

"All of you, even the married ones?"

"My wife and I both had sex with her before we became engaged," Master said. What he didn't say was they'd also had sex since. We were still feeling the situation out.

"So I'm going to be fucking the same person my sister did?" Delphine asked me.

"If you still want to, yes. The first time I had sex with her was a BDSM club in St. Barths. I didn't have to wait until I got you to a club."

"Don't tell me my sister is Dominant or submissive. She couldn't remain committed to anyone long enough."

"No, she's not, either one. I define her as a hedonist. She went to the club because that's where we were going and she wanted to meet us after work. Mistress did put a collar on her for the night to keep others from attempting it once she wanted to strip naked."

"That sounds like Darla. If I limited myself to the people Darla hasn't fucked, half the people in France would be off limits, at least the adults."

"How capable are you of keeping secrets?" Master asked. Was he going to tell Delphine about Miranda?

"I'd rate myself very capable. If you're talking about Darla, everyone knows she's a slut. It's no secret."

"It's not about Darla, but with you seeing your sister tomorrow, something might come up by accident. I'd like to prevent you speaking about it with anyone."

"I can keep it. What's this big secret?"

"I'm a Dominant and my wife is a submissive."

"So. Lots of people are."

"Miranda is a member of the US House of Representatives, in a conservative state in a party that gives lip service to things like family values. It would ruin her political career if it came out. Beth, Francesca and Belle are all my submissives, not Lynn's. Due to my marriage to Miranda, Lynn, who is a Dominant herself, does step in and act as the Dominant for my sex slaves. I'm too well known in France to go to a club with my wife, which is why Lynn is taking the others. It would probably come out with Darla that Beth is my slave, not Lynn's. With one lie, you might figure other things were lies as well, so I'm telling you now, so you don't speak of it. I would be extremely upset if she was harmed because of loose talk, so I'm begging you not to speak of it."

"You don't have to beg, though it's intriguing to think you would. I won't speak of it and will caution Darla again. Mother is pretty close mouthed as well. You wouldn't believe some of the names of the people she's Dominated, not all of them women, but she doesn't fuck the men, only humiliates them."

"Thank you."

"So your Master was the one who gave you permission to lick me?" Delphine asked.

"No, that was Lynn. When Master surrenders control of me, it is not half hearted. He trusts her to see to my safety and needs. You weren't the only one Lynn allowed me to pleasure. There was a couple seated next to us at lunch who witnessed me masturbating. The wife had never been with a woman and I was given half an hour to show her what it would be like. Francesca had to pleasure Hannah's wife and other models after the Dior fashion show yesterday afternoon. That was Lynn's doing. Master and Hannah had business meetings, so he couldn't be bothered to decide those things."