My Voyage of Submission Ch. 19

"You too."

Upon returning to my Master's cabin, I found Master fucking Francesca while Belle licked her from below their sixty-nine. Miranda was watching from the side of the bed. She greeted me and kissed me.

"That looks like fun," I said. "Care to join me, Miranda."

"You can fool around all you want," Master said, "but no cumming."

"Perhaps we should just kiss and pet," Miranda said. "I'm reasonably certain I'll cum in no time if we lick each other."

"You don't want to push it?"

"Not tonight. I know I won't last."

"Where were you?" Master asked, a little breathless as he was getting close to his tipping point.

"Björn has accepted Yasmine as his submissive, sir. I was discussing with them the best way to handle her. Talking to Yasmine to ensure this was something she still wanted, then watching as Björn accepted her. It will be announced at the morning muster."

"Are you sure she should be doing this?"

He suddenly grunted throatily as his balls pumped his seed into Francesca's lovely cunt, his cock flexing hypnotically as he injected his seed into her welcoming depths. Master's nuts drained, he collapsed to the side and Miranda cleaned off his cock, Belle perfectly positioned to lave her Mistress' creamy pussy.

"Yasmine tested as submissive on her survey and tonight, she was looking with such longing as you fondled Miranda at supper, sir. I've seen no decrease in her desire to be a slave. She admitted that if she were allowed to have sex, she'd be having sex with anyone and everyone, like Darla, but with less control. She thinks having a Master is the only way to rein in the sexual desires which were ignited while she was Jean-Paul's slave. She'll be obedient and Björn will treat her well. It's possible she might be toned down by a responsible Master who won't make her fuck everything on two feet. Miranda, if you can get Master hard again, maybe he can fuck you while we sixty-nine and we'll get to cum?"

"I defer to your expertise," Master said, then moaning as Miranda lowered her mouth over the length of him. "Fuck, it was the rare woman who could deep throat me like that, and now I've got four experts."

I chuckled and kissed him, tasting girl on his lips. He'd been munching someone's snatch tonight.

"Master, if I hadn't known how, I would have had to learn to deep throat, just because I love you so much. I know you've got boatloads of money, but even the women the Brits are responsible for, you've provided money to help them. You treat everyone as an equal and as a human, even your cock hungry slave bitches. You not only paid Johanna's ransom, you overpaid. I know you felt guilty for what happened to her, but it wasn't your fault. You gave a hundred million dollars to The Bahamas. You didn't have to do that. You overpaid for lumber to save the Amazon rain forest. You didn't have to do that. You're a good man and I'd love you even if I couldn't get enough of your cock. You're doing everything in your power to find Mahmoud and other assholes of his ilk. You don't have to care, but you do anyway. If your cock was twice as big as it is, I'd find some way to suck it all down, that's how much you mean to me. Every day, you give me another reason to love you."

"You just want permission to cum, don't you?"

"Is it working?"

"Probably."

I kissed him again, playing tongue tag this time. I glanced down to see his cock was hard again. Bingo. I brushed his lips once more, then lay on my back, waiting for Miranda to cover me, going straight for her clit. Master sliding his precious prick into her pretty pussy right above me. I nibbled a nut as it rolled over my face.

"Ahh," he gasped as I rolled it around in my mouth. He began thrusting, so I released it, occasionally switching from her tempting tidbit to his wrinkled sack as they fucked, the sexual sloshing like music, the tangy honey leaking from Miranda so tasty. Despite his fucking, Miranda paid perfect attention to my pussy through his relentless, energetic, thrusting. She got more orgasms out of it than I did, but mine were every bit as fabulous.

******

There was a bite to the air as we left London early. I was up on the bridge for our Departure, having missed most of our arrival. Fatima was with the Captain, taking the ship out on the Thames. Thomas was on the wheel, but she was giving the orders, closely watched by Björn. Yasmine was seated on a chair in the corner, dressed in warm clothes, studying English. At one point, the Captain asked her to get coffee and sweet rolls for the crew from the galley. As soon as the order was translated by Fatima, she left and returned a short time later with a pot of coffee and a plate of Danish.

The Captain hugged and kissed her, then sent her to her corner to resume studying. She looked quite happy. I watched for a couple hours as we put London behind us, then headed to the crew's mess for breakfast for myself. Master and his other three slaves were eating. I joined them after getting my food.

"Yasmine seems happy this morning," I said. "As happy as I've seen her. I don't think she should only be Björn's slave though. She should have a job as well. I'll talk to Björn about it later."

"After muster, Dave is going to talk to all the ex-slaves about their money and wages, help them set up on-line access to their accounts and order debit cards and how to use them when they receive them. Then I'll talk to them briefly about investing afterward."

"Are we going to be able to sightsee in Oslo or will we be confined to the ship again?"

"Well, there are far fewer swarthy types in Norway, so they'd have to hire Scandinavians to attack us there. I've got Smitty's group hanging around some of the dives. Also, fewer mercenaries from Norway and Sweden, so harder to hire them. We'll probably let you out with a doubled guard. We've gotten permission to go armed to protect Miranda, so I'm inclined to let you off the ship. They do have criminals, including motorcycle gangs, but I'm more concerned with better trained individuals than just violent ones."

"Are we going to house Lynn's children on the ship or put them up in a hotel?"

"I haven't spoken to her about it. I'll add that to today's agenda. Do you have an opinion?"

"If she hasn't spoken to her children about her slaves, I'd say a hotel. If she has and they're prepared for what they might see, then we could house them on the ship, although I don't expect anyone to be running around naked in Norway in October. We've only got the one suite left though. We'd need to double up some others unless we put them together. I don't think some of the people would mind being together. A lot of them are only using one bunk anyway sleeping together. If we put the kids together, I think the oldest one is married, so that might be an issue."

"Perhaps we'll put them in a hotel then, but invite them aboard for meals. I'll ask Lynn what she wants to do. What were your plans for the next couple days?"

"I haven't given any of new security men my survey. I was going to start giving it to them two or three a day, plus I have another slave group tomorrow afternoon. The rest of the time, I plan on working out. Have you noticed how solid Sahar is becoming?"

"Yes, I have. She did a lot of work while we were gallivanting around Europe."

"Ethan says only Edgar may have an edge on shooting anymore, and she's giving the men a run for their money in the unarmed combat. It's almost all she does but eat and sleep. Her English is so much better she spends no time on that unless someone asks her for help."

They held muster after we were safely out of the Thames and someone else took over the bridge. In addition to the daily drawing, Captain Amundsen announced he had a new slave, Yasmine. She wasn't to be treated like any of the other slaves at this time. She was only supposed to obey him and Mistress Lynn. She wouldn't be naked, nor led around the ship on a leash, so don't expect any of the other frills of slavery at this time. She knelt and was collared, but didn't pleasure her Master publicly afterwards, though they went straight to his cabin, so I'm sure she was used quickly.

I got one of the new guys for the daily drawing, Ronald, nicknamed Mac. He of the James sized cock. I took him back to his cabin after muster, bringing my iPad with me.

"Ronald, I want to give you a survey I've developed. If you take it, you're entitled to an oral orgasm. You're also entitled to another orgasm of your choice for sailor of the day. My suggestion to you is you take the survey, then fuck my cunt with your big cock, and after you've cum, I'll clean your cock off and suck you to another orgasm. Would you like to take my survey?"

"Hell, yes."

We both removed our clothes and as he took the survey, I started playing with his junk, learning a little about what turned him on. I might have made it a little harder for him to concentrate on the survey, but he did take it. When he finished, he fucked me to four marvelous orgasms before I felt him throbbing out his load in my cunt. When it seemed to die down, I pulled off him and cleaned him good, then started the blow job, taking my time. Twenty minutes later, he surrendered another load of cum, thrusting his hips off the bed into my sucking mouth.

"Damn, that was fine fucking and sucking."

"I need to be pleasing. It's in my nature." I got up and started to dress.

"I ain't had nothing like it. Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Why did the Captain take Yasmine as a slave? I thought she was off limits."

"She was. Yasmine was not like the other freed slaves. She had submissive tendencies before her slavery. They were reinforced by her slavery. She wanted another Master. I wanted her to have a good one. You saw how her slave owner beat her. I actively looked for a good Master for her and the Captain agreed that if she chose him, he'd be good to her. None of the others were submissive before although they were forced to be by their owners. Perhaps five to ten percent of females are naturally submissive. It's fairly common. Male submissives are less common, perhaps less than one percent. I've run across six I personally know so far. Pierre and Manuel are the least submissive of the five I've run across. The first two I met was an Army Ranger and firefighter and former seminary student. The two most submissive are both cuckolds, (Ben Hoffler and Gaston) allowing their wives to be fucked by other men."

"So how does one become a Dominant?"

"I think primarily, you're born one. That's what my survey might tell me. But even if you are one, you should be trained and educated by someone who practices it, because being a Dominant isn't just about sex. There's a lot more that goes into it than just fucking someone. If you're a skilled lover, you can fuck lots of people, but there has to be more with a submissive, an emotional connection, unless you're just fucking around in a club or something. People in D/s relationships often feel they're more significant than their marriages are."

"Isn't the Captain marrying Lynn?"

"He is, but she also has submissives. He can't fuck hers. Their agreement with Lynn only allows both of them to have sex with other women. Manuel and Sherry are engaged. Manuel didn't want Sherry to have sex with other men, nor did he want to himself, so they built it into their agreement."

"Would you tell me if I test out as Dominant?"

"If you want to know, but it still doesn't mean you can have any of the current submissives. They're taken."

"Thanks for everything."

I did one more, Fermin, nickname 'Vermin'. He took the test and got his blow job. He enjoyed it as much as Mac did. At lunch, I talked to Björn about finding something useful for Yasmine to do besides be his sex slave. He said he'd look into finding her something after her English improved. After eating lunch, I put on my exercise clothes and went to work out for four hours, taking a shower before approaching Master.

"How did the money class go today, Master?" I asked.

"It went well. The women were surprised they were being paid. The ones who hadn't been married didn't know money had been deposited in their bank accounts already and were shocked at how much it was. Even Maahnoor and Ateefah, who'd gotten the Mehers, didn't know they had the money already. They're so used to dealing in cash. Dave showed them how to access their accounts and see how much is in there, how they can pay bills, transfer money, buy things once they get debit cards. It was quite the little education."

"I hope they know they don't have to spend it all, sir."

"I talked to them about investing. How leaving it in savings causes the money to grow and there are other investments which make even more than savings do. I'll need to discuss inflation, bonds, stocks, and other things with them along the way. It was actually quite fun. They were surprised at how quickly their money could grow with interest. It really is a whole new world to them. How many surveys did you get through today?"

"Only two, sir. I did a twofer for Mac, got him to take the survey, gave his sailor of the day award, then his survey award, so he took longer than normal."

"May I ask a favor, Beth?"

"Of course, sir. Anything."

"Miranda, Francesca and Belle will be going home in a few days. I'd like to spend time fucking them as much as possible. You won't be hurt if I do so, will you?"

"No, Master. I shall want to fuck them more myself for the same reason. I hope you can let us have a few more orgasms than normal so I have chances to give them proper goodbyes before they go?"

"How about no limit on orgasms with them until they leave? Of course, you'll still be restricted with others."

"Sounds wonderful, sir. Thank you."

Master fucked all three of them that night while I was the bottom bitch, but I loved it, getting to savor all that tasty snatch seasoned with some salty cum. Master still held me close all night. I didn't even mind falling asleep with a facial mask of three girls and a guy. I loved them all dearly.

******

I got Jìngyi for the daily drawing. She was working in the morning so I made arrangements to meet her after lunch. One of the new guys, Oz, got Miranda, the first one of the new folks to fuck Master's wife. Dave got Francesca, Sahar got Belle. They also had to collect their rewards after lunch as Master spent the morning fucking them, before working on his Norway meetings with Hannah in the afternoon.

My morning was spent on surveys and the consequent blow jobs given to Shed, Manny and Simple. I also entered all the results in my matrix database. Mac was showing up as a little Dominant, kind of like Manuel was a little submissive. Perhaps he could turn into a good enough one with a little training if another submissive showed up. I'd discuss it with Master later to see if he wanted to put some time into training one, just in case.

After lunch, I went to Jìngyi's room and she spent a pleasant twenty minutes with my mouth plastered to her pussy. I didn't have permission to cum with her unless she'd chosen me to fuck her with the strapless. She could do that with a lot of the women, so wasn't in the mood for fucking at the moment. I spent two hours in the gym before showering and holding another group. This one was a little rougher than the first ones in that they were confronting their current activities in relation to what had been done to them during their slavery and their religious upbringing.

Maahnoor and Ateefah were bemoaning the fact that they still enjoyed anal sex even though their husbands were trying to abstain from those things Islam considered haram or forbidden.

"Why does Qur'an forbid something which feels good to us," Maahnoor complained. "Doesn't this mean we don't repent of what was done to us and will go to the everlasting flames?"

"Ladies, I don't want you to deny your own religious upbringing, but I'd like to bring something to your attention. Religions predate most science and all we've learned since the Bible, Torah and Qur'an were written. The priests, teachers, prophets and others who developed the rules by which religion governed us didn't know the science we know today. Pork was banned because people got sick from eating undercooked pork. Anal sex was banned because the religious leaders didn't know about germs, sanitation and disease. All they knew is if people engaged in anal sex, then engaged in regular sex, women got sick and infected. Germs which live in the bowels are not supposed to go into our vaginas. They didn't know if you properly cleaned up after anal sex, you could then engage in regular sex without getting sick. Because they didn't know, they banned it, made rules prohibiting it. Those rules worked for the times in which they were created, keeping us healthier and living longer.

"Now we know that if we cook pork long enough, we won't get sick. If we properly clean up and sanitize after anal sex, we won't get sick or suffer infections, but religions didn't keep up with science. Because we revere the people who gave us the rules, the rules are not often changed without great struggle. All the major religions of the book, Christianity, Judaism and Islam, believed in slavery at one time. It was common. In my country, blacks and native Americans were seen as inferior people, who it was the duty of the white man to educate, train, give them our religion, and because they were inferior, could be enslaved. They believed slavery was justified by the Bible and it wasn't against God's law. It is only in the last one hundred years, most countries of the world have banned slavery, regardless of the religion practiced in the country, and you know personally, how even though it's illegal almost everywhere, it's still prevalent.

"The same thing is happening right now in regard to women. At one point, women were second class citizens in most of the nations of the world, unable to vote, to decide who they loved and could marry, often considered chattel to their husbands and unable to hold property. Those rules have changed slowly. Women are still fighting for equal educational opportunity in places like Afghanistan, the right to drive automobiles in Saudi Arabia. What you have to ask yourselves is what do you still find valuable about your religious beliefs and how much you should still follow them?

"I don't ask you to abandon all you have ever believed. I believe all religions of the world offer something to their believers, a belief in a higher power, no matter what you call it, a moral code which does more good than harm. In many ways, religion is a tempering influence on the people who truly live it. On the other hand, religion has been used to justify horrible things; the Crusades, Jihad, slavery, seeing a segment of society that practices a different religion as inferior or less human. I believe it is important to have rules for society until humans have evolved to the point where rules are no longer necessary because we're more godly than we are now.

"When no one wants to kill us, or steal from us, or attempt to wreck our relationships with each other, and we treat each other the way the religions of the world tell us to behave with each other, then maybe we won't need religions anymore telling us what to do. We'll do them because it's the right thing to do."

"Now, the Qur'an tells you anal sex is bad. It was bad when the Qur'an was written because we could get sick if we had anal sex. If you do it properly now, you won't get sick. If you believe you'll suffer hellfire in the afterlife for engaging in anal sex, you need to balance that with your desire to have anal sex. Do you do what you were taught, or do what you want, as long as it does no harm to another person? Maahnoor, you did harm to Henry by having anal sex with another man. Would it be better to tell Henry you're ready to forgo your religious beliefs and have anal sex with him, and take the chance that you won't suffer damnation by doing so? Do you believe Allah wishes you to suffer in hell because you do something with your husband you both enjoy? That's my question regarding all religion. Does what you want to do harm any other person and do you think God will punish you if you do it?