My Voyage of Submission Ch. 15

"Simone Beauvoir," Michelle mused. "She was amazing."

"She's still amazing," I said. "A truly beautiful woman, both inside and out. I've met all of her family. They are all wonderful people, due in no small part to her, though her husband is also a great man. You should visit her some day. I don't think her husband would object if you renewed your acquaintance. He has no fear of her with women. He's not worried you can steal her away anymore. She is definitely his possession now."

"I might have to do that," Michelle said. "Perhaps I'll write to her."

There was a knock on the door. I went to open it and Leo and the rest of the gang were there. I invited them all in, hugged everyone worth hugging which was the whole kit and caboodle. Fatima asked where the patient was and we all trooped to Hannah's room except Henderson.

Manuel took one look at his patient and said, "Those fuckers."

Fatima started speaking to Yasmine in Arabic and she drowsily looked up and saw all the new faces.

Hannah handed the cream to Fatima. "Tell Yasmine she's not a slave anymore. Try to convince her. You might have better luck because you've got the same brand. Maahnoor is married now. Farah is free. Tell her Manuel needs to look at her some more, make sure she doesn't have a fever and won't get an infection. If her back hurts, put some of this cream on it."

"Aye, aye, Hannah."

"If she feels up to it, we'll get lunch at Le Cinq, otherwise we'll order from room service."

We left the four women and Manuel to their new tasks. We went to the living room portion of the suite.

"Did you and Delphine enjoy yourself last night?" Miranda asked. "Was Smitty any good?"

"Smitty did fine, although we did wear him out about 3 AM."

"Delphine, you naughty girl," Darla said, "did you have group sex last night?"

Delphine blushed. "Yes. Not that it's any of your business."

"Of course it's my business. You're my baby sister. If you're nice to me, I can hook you up with a nice triple penetration. Just think, a cock in every hole."

"I'm not like you."

Darla laughed. "You will be if you hang around Beth very long. She knows how to have fun. She gets fucked more than I do, and you know how hard that is."

Delphine smiled. "It was pretty fun last night."

"Now you're talking. While we're on the subject of sex, how was Chateau Roissy last night. How many slaves licked your pretty little pussy?"

"A few. It was different. I've never done anything remotely like it before."

"Yes, you're almost as square as Dominique. Once you've had a little more fun, you can help me loosen her up. We all had to squeal in orgasm before she considered letting Beth lick her."

"Hey, I'm married. I have a child," Dominique protested.

"You're married to a low life bastard. Ask our friend Lynn how that feels. Her husband up and left her after almost twenty years of marriage. Probably played around before that. Eventually, your husband will run off with someone a little prettier and a little younger, leaving you to raise the child alone when you're a little older and it's hard to find another husband. You should ditch him while you still have your looks. If he fucks around, you should too. Just don't have any more kids with him, because he'll probably skimp on child support."

"Is he really that bad?" I asked.

"He's hit on me, Delphine and mother," Darla said. "He has no fucking scruples at all. Dominique should gut him sometime when he comes in smelling of another woman. He made a pass at me before I was finished with secondary school and Delphine was even younger. He's half the reason I never want to settle down with anyone. I mean, you fuck lots of different people, but you're honest about it. Everyone knows what everyone else is doing and you still care for one another."

I looked at Miranda. "Yes, we do."

There was another knock on the door and I let Lynn, Björn, Francesca and Belle in.

"Have you decided what to do for lunch yet," Lynn asked. "Björn's belly is growling and that's never a good sign. Oh, Darla is this the rest of your family?"

"My mother, Michelle, older sister Dominique. Everyone, this is my friend, Lynn, her fiancé, Björn and Joshua's other two slaves, Francesca and Belle. Belle is actually a double collar as Francesca is her Mistress. I was just telling Dominique how your husband left you. She's married to a rotten skirt chaser too."

"How many slaves does he have?" Michelle asked.

"Four, so far," Darla replied. "He can afford them and somehow he manages to keep them all happy. It's like his own little harem."

"Well, if your husband does leave you, don't end it all," Lynn said. "I found it wasn't all bad. I found Björn after it happened. Is Manuel here?"

"In with the patient, Mistress," Miranda said, "checking her over. If Yasmine feels up to it, we're all going to Le Cinq. If not, we'll order from room service."

There was another knock on the door. As soon as I opened it, Ethan, Al and Art walked in.

"Here's your chance, Dominique," Darla said. "Let these three all fuck you at once. They'll show you a good time your husband only wishes he could show you. I know they're all decent fuckers."

"Who's Dominque?" Ethan asked.

"My sister, the younger of the two strangers in the room. The other one is my mother, Michelle."

"If your sister isn't interested, perhaps your mother would be," Ethan said, kissing the top of her hand.

Michelle laughed and Darla said, "She only fucks men for children, Ethan. You interested in a rug rat? You could be my lover and my step-father, all at once."

Ethan dropped Michelle's hand like a hot potato. "My bad. That would just be creepy."

Michelle laughed again. "I can see why you don't come visit more often, Darla. You have quite the merry band of men here, well, men and women. You were never that choosy."

"Hey, I think I'm a great choice," Art said, flexing for the ladies. "Not bad looking either. Not rich and not particularly smart, but two out of four isn't bad."

I patted him on the arm. "No, it isn't bad, but I have all four, plus pussy too. It's why I just can't choose you."

He grinned. "Ahh. If I wasn't one of the ones fucking you, that might hurt my feelings."

"Is there anyone Beth doesn't fuck?" Michelle asked.

"Not as long as her Master doesn't care, no," Ethan said. "She manages to keep the whole crew happy, though not all at once. I'm thinking that little rescue we pulled off might give me a shot at Employee of the Month. Six whole hours."

"You didn't make it two hours. How the hell do you think you'll last for six."

"Maybe I'll bring toys."

I laughed. "That's very farsighted and enlightened of you, Ethan. Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks."

"Old dog. Now I'm hurt."

"Is it always this crazy on your ship?" Delphine asked Darla.

"Not always, but we do know how to have fun. Later, I'll tell you about a nyotaimori we had on board."

"No?" Michelle said, "Really?" I guess as a chef, she might have heard of it before.

"Eight naked plates, followed by a floor show of spectacular proportions when six plates soixante-neuf after the food was eaten," Darla said. "Simone, Simone's daughter, Chantelle, Beth, Miranda, and Manuel were all plates. All the men had an erection afterward. Too bad so many had to go to waste. I took care of three myself, but the girls were outnumbered."

"What's a nyo whatever?" Delphine asked.

"Naked sushi," Michelle said, "food served off of naked people. Did they use chopsticks?"

"Mostly fingers, tongues and teeth. It's what made it so fun," Darla said. "Yeah, this is the best job I've ever had. I think everyone on board would agree. By the way, mother, I'll have you know I fucked your former slave and she was good."

"Simone was always good, and you ate off her too?"

"She was delicious."

Manuel came out, leading a dressed Yasmine by the hand, the other four right behind her. "Yasmine's been given a wide spectrum antibiotic and some pain killers. She says she's sick of lying in bed and wants to get up to eat. Good afternoon, Mistress. I haven't seen you for over a month."

"I know, and you'll make up for it after lunch. How's my other slave?"

"Sherry is good, Mistress."

"You use all three of her holes once each day?"

"Every day, Mistress. Thank you for letting us cum."

"How many Dominants are on board your ship?" Michelle asked.

"Four, Mistress," I said. "Five if you count Francesca as both a Mistress and a slave. Fatima there, one of the former freed slaves is now a Mistress to our chef, Pierre."

"What an interesting time you must have?"

"Yes, Mistress, very interesting." I raised my voice. "In deference to Yasmine, no one give any orders, talk softly and try to show a little decorum. I don't want to scare her more than she already is. Fatima, can you tell me how things are going with Pierre?"

"Things are going well with Pierre. It was a good thing you did for us. It opened the door to regular sex for me."

"Who is Pierre?" Michelle asked.

"Fatima's submissive, Master's Chef," I said. "He knew Simone as a chef, I wonder if he'd know you too."

"Did I misunderstand when I met her? Isn't Fatima a former sex slave like Yasmine?"

"She was, but submission is not part of her nature. It was forced on her."

******

After lunch, Manuel checked on the comfort of his patient, leaving her in Hannah's room to three women who knew what Yasmine was going through and spent an afternoon with his Mistress. Darla grabbed Dominique and convinced her to have sex with Art, while she had sex with Ethan and Al. Francesca and Belle entertained Björn so Lynn had time alone with Manuel. Hannah and Miranda entertained themselves in Master's room, leaving Delphine and Michelle with me in the living room part of Master's suite.

"If I may, could you give me another orgasm like the one you gave me this morning, then I'll leave you and Delphine alone while I read a book?"

I looked at Delphine, as it still felt as if we were on a somewhat strange date. She nodded. I smiled at her. This time, I didn't remove all of Michelle's clothes, just her skirt and panties. Once again, I lost myself in her intoxicating scent, her thick bush, her liquid folds. I gave her a half hour of my time and five orgasms before stopping, all while Delphine watched me pleasuring her mother. Michelle was breathing hard and still quivering when I finished. My face was soaked.

"I don't believe I've ever met anyone who was as good as you doing that," Michelle said, breathless, "and yet you say you're not a lesbian and prefer men."

"When I give oral sex to someone, and it's not mutual, that person becomes my whole world, Mistress. I become immersed in it, forgetting all else, my own pleasure, my own needs, any pain I'm feeling, anything else that's happening. I find my cues in what pleases you from the sounds you make, the tensing of your muscles and skin, almost as if you'd spent an hour telling me what you liked or wanted. And it constantly changes, from one orgasm to the next. Something which pleased you before, may be less pleasing due to sensitivity after a climax. I try to make use of every erogenous zone, even ones you don't think about. I want you to feel as if I exist only for your pleasure, and try to give you that experience. I think it's part of my submissiveness, a desire to serve someone else. It's why I'm not a Dominant and probably couldn't be one if I tried. I'm more into giving than receiving."

"Your Master is a lucky man."

"I like to think so, Mistress. He seems to care for me a great deal."

"As well he should. You're a treasure beyond compare. Go ahead, make love to my daughter now. Let her know how precious she is."

"Yes, Mistress."

I helped Delphine undress and we took the couch and made love. I had the first orgasms I'd had since this morning with Smitty. We were wrapped in a tangle of limbs and sighs and honeyed nectar and we were able to go a long time, which is how Master found us when he finished his meetings. We heard him laugh even before the sound of the door closing penetrated our senses.

"I hate to disturb what seems to be an enjoyable one on one, but perhaps someone should introduce me to the stranger in the room and let me know how Yasmine is."

I jumped up, Delphine's cum coating my face. "Master, this is Mistress Michelle Montfort. Mistress, this is my Master, Joshua Greenbriar. Manuel said Yasmine is doing fairly well considering. She went to lunch with us at Le Cinq and is currently resting and talking to Farah, Fatima and Maahnoor. Manuel is with Lynn, Hannah and Miranda are together. Francesca and Belle are entertaining Björn. Darla and her eldest sister, Dominique are with Ethan, Al and Art. Henderson is hanging around in their suite since Maahnoor is occupied. Did I leave anyone out?"

"It sounds as if you got everyone. Hello, Ms. Montfort. It's a pleasure to meet you. Through previous associations, I feel I know you already."

"Your slave and crew speak very highly of you. I must tell you, I'd love to steal Beth away from you. She's exquisite."

"I feel the same way. I'm an extremely lucky man."

"May I also say I'm impressed with what you've done. Saving those young women is a very fine thing. They seem well tended in your care."

"When you first meet them, you can't help but feel torn by what's been done to them. All of them were taken from deeply religious Muslim or Catholic families. Most of them virgins or with limited sexual experience, told their parents are dead or won't want them back because they've been defiled and debauched. They're scared to death, neither wanting to remain slaves, nor go back to their families for fear of how they'll be treated when they return. Three of them were pregnant, their owner intending to sell his progeny himself or keep them to replace a slave who'd aged too much for him to want to keep. He was a truly nasty man."

"What happened to those slaves?"

"One returned to her family in Bolivia with money enough to raise her child on her own if need be. Her family accepted her back. Maahnoor, who you met, married Henderson who stepped up when it looked like her family would refuse her. Another one of my crew is engaged to Ateefah, the third pregnant one. They planned on getting married in a mosque in London. I'm giving them both money in case the marriages don't work out. Beth warned everyone the women may have difficulty adjusting to life outside of slavery, but so far, things look good for them."

"What happened to their owner?"

"He suffered an unfortunate and unexpected death when a gang from one of the slums in Rio de Janeiro shot up his home."

Michelle looked at him and smiled.

"It's what the police reports say. It's official record.

"What's going to happen to the others?"

"Fatima is being trained by Björn to be an officer on a large ship such as mine. Farah and Hibbah don't know exactly what they want to do next. We haven't found their families, but we're constrained because we can't use Interpol as we think someone high up is in league with the human traffickers. Sahar, who was a slave the longest, is working like crazy to become...what, perhaps an avenger. She hates what was done to her and the others and I think she would gladly and without mercy kill anyone she found who did these things. She's mastered the training I give to my special ops crew members to clear my ship in the event of piracy. She's becoming extremely lethal.

"One of the first times I had her in my cabin after she was freed, she didn't know why I'd asked them there. It was to inform them that I'd provide money to get them set up in the event they couldn't expect help from their families. She thought it might be to re-enslave them. She had a steak knife on her person to try to kill us if that was our intent."

"What did you do?" Michelle asked.

"I gave her a folding knife and a combat knife with a sheath and took my steak knife back so she wouldn't cut herself, and I started teaching her to use firearms. I don't want her to become a slave anymore than she does. I think she believes now, no one on my ship is interested in turning her into a slave, but the crew knows not to fuck with her.

"I don't know if she had lesbian tendencies before, but she won't fuck men anymore, so it's a moot point. It's women or nothing. She's never talked about what her first owner did to her, but it seemed bad. Every time she thinks of it, she gets so angry, I think she'd rip the head off the guy who owned her. The second wasn't quite as bad, more like what the others experienced except the pregnant ones. Yasmine was treated worse than all but possibly Fatima physically, but sexually, I suspect Sahar's first owner was the worst. Her emotional scars are far worse than her physical ones. For now, I leave her alone and hope she finds something to do with her life other than hate. I try to give them all a place where they feel safe and cared for, and it's enough for now."

"You're a very unusual man," Delphine said. "I see now why Beth cares so much for you."

"Would you like to put some clothes on, Delphine, or are you comfortable as you are?"

She glanced down at her nakedness, but instead of covering herself, said, "I'm as comfortable now as I've ever been nude. The atmosphere here is very good, very relaxed, and very casual. I've had more fun in the last day than I can remember since I was a child. The fact I could be that relaxed having sex in front of my mother is kind of proof. I'd never done that before and never expected to."

"I find Beth is kind of a conduit or catalyst. Women who've never had sex with women enjoy other women after being with her. People who've never considered submission or Dominance before become submissive or Dominant because of her. The men on my crew have become more open and caring about sex. The women all say the men have become better lovers because of her. I've become a better lover because of her. My sexual partners have become better lovers. She gives and gives unreservedly, and is so serene and comfortable in her submission, it has an effect on everyone, intended or not. I could not replace her and have no desire to. I was in love with her before I met her and love her more now."

"Yet you're married to someone else," Michelle said.

"Beth's idea. She said Miranda would be a better wife for me and allow Miranda to remain my submissive whereas we would have had to give her up if I didn't. She was right. And there's no jealousy or cattiness between any of them. They all follow her example. Every slave on board strives to be like Beth. She's the ideal everyone tries to emulate.

"Manuel's fiancée, Sherry, was more submissive than he was and when faced with losing her, he became a submissive himself so they could remain together under Lynn. He fought his submission and was struggling with it. Part of it was because how other members of the crew treated him when he became submissive, part of it might have been ego. Beth spent a few hours with both of them and Manuel agreed to fully surrender himself for a week to see if things improved. He's still a slave and happily serving with Sherry. In addition, Beth got the other men on the crew to realize Manuel's submission had nothing to do with his masculinity, that he was exactly the same person he always was and they shouldn't treat him differently. And now they don't. That was Beth's doing, totally. I know her training in Psychology is part of the reason she's so successful in doing what she does, but more than that, it's instinctual.

"My life changed once she joined me. I had Dominated a number of different women over the years, never anyone too long. I hadn't married, hadn't even thought of being married or having children before now. I would have a harder time giving up everything else I own rather than give up Beth. She's that important to me. I can't imagine a life anymore without her. I think most of the rest of my crew feel the same. There's something magic about her and I think she makes us all better."