My Voyage of Submission Ch. 20

"Would you like to see her again?"

"It might be fun sir. She saw me eating out Alexandra."

"Perhaps you could invite her to the wedding or the reception afterward. Maybe you could make her scream at Lynn's reception."

"Perhaps I could, Master. Should I ask her now?"

"Why not?"

I went back to Lisbet and asked her if she wanted to attend a wedding and reception on Saturday at Uranienborg Kirke on Saturday. "I'm a bridesmaid during the ceremony, but I'd have some time to spend with you at the reception."

"Your current girlfriend wouldn't care?"

"She's not my girlfriend. She was placed in charge of me for the trip to the mall. I don't have a girlfriend in the sense you mean it."

"I'm scheduled to work, but another clerk owes me a favor. I'll check with her and let you know." I gave her my phone number and told her to text me.

When I got back, Lynn was talking to Alexa. "I don't have to ask if you enjoyed yourself, do I, Alexa?" Lynn said. "Don't feel bad. She made me scream like that too."

Alexa blushed again, knowing her mother heard her scream in orgasm.

Marnie and Richard joined us with Francesca and Belle still on their leashes.

"What was that God awful noise?" Richard asked. "It sounded like someone was getting their throat ripped out. Francesca said it was a woman having an orgasm."

"It was," Lynn said. "Do you have what you want? I'll pay for it."

They handed their things to Lynn, Belle and Francesca handing theirs to Master. He held onto them until everyone had brought their purchases.

"What about your things?" Lynn asked Alexa.

"I paid for them, Mistress. Don't worry about it. I got some lovely things, Master. I'm sure you'll enjoy them."

"As much as Alexa did?"

"Probably, sir." I smiled at him.

We had one last stop to make before we left, a lingerie store. All of the women were intrigued at some of the things on display.

"Western women actually wear such things?" Ateefah asked, fingering a diaphanous peignoir.

"Yes, to be more alluring to our men and entice them to have sex," Miranda said.

"You don't need to entice your man," Sahar said. "He fucks you all the time.

"Nudity works too, but sometimes the tease works, the flash of flesh as opposed to putting it all out there. Perhaps I will need to entice more when I get big and fat."

"Why would you get big and fat?" Marnie asked.

"It's too early to announce it publicly, but Master and I should be having a child in a little more than eight months."

"Are you sure it's his?" Marnie asked.

"Reasonably. He was the only one to have sex with me without a condom since I went off birth control."

"While she was trying, she was the only one to get Master's sperm," I said, "no matter who he had sex with. It would have happened in Paris if our calculations are correct."

I found several items I wanted to purchase, including something on a mannequin which was nothing more than a variety of straps crisscrossing the body in a very alluring way. I didn't feel I needed to try it on because it was designed for everyone; merely adjusting the tightness of the straps. It was by a company called Couture de Nuit. The Stella in fuchsia, the Alexa in black and the Agnes, also in black looked as though they'd highlight all my curves without limiting Master's access to any of my holes. I thought they'd do well for a good rogering or two. There was also underwear so tiny, it was nothing much more than a gusset. It was possible it wouldn't even cover my clit, though I didn't try them on either. They weren't that expensive. I bought a half dozen in assorted colors, some matching the Couture items. They did cover my holes, but could easily be shoved aside if pressed for time.

Alex made me cum again as I was paying for them, refusing to give me permission to cum when I asked. She did say she'd like to see me in them later.

"Perhaps a fashion show," I said.

"That would be lovely."

We were done at the mall and a decision was made to eat at the hotel. The Thief had a highly recommended restaurant. We were led back to the limousines where Francesca and Belle had to surrender their Lushes and leashes as they were in the other car. Master took mine as well, except for the Lush. He let Alexandra continue to play with me on the way back. I had two more orgasms on the drive, neither one of them with her permission.

"How many total is that" Master asked after the last one.

"Seven total, four without permission, Master."

He nodded. "Are you going to punish her, Alexandra?"

"What! Me?"

"You were the one who she disobeyed. If you're not going to give her permission, she should suffer the consequences at your hand."

Lynn handed her a hairbrush. "Use this, otherwise you'll hurt your hand. If she says Venus, you need to stop. You'll start exceeding her limits. No more than forty."

Richard and Marnie watched in amazement as I pulled my skirt up over my naked buttocks and laid over Alex's lap and his young sister applied the hairbrush to my bare bottom. Alexandra hadn't said to because she didn't know, but I counted for her and thanked her for each one. It was a good stiff spanking. Not the worst I'd ever had, but not the easiest either. Her mother had also learned quickly how to punish a slave. When she finished my ass was burning, but bearable. I remained where I was for the moment since I didn't want to sit on it.

"What are these faded scars here? Did you give her these?"

"I gave her two, unfortunately, the most faded. Farah was being beaten with a sting ray barb. It tore up her back. I wanted to get it away from the man who had it. I used it on Beth, with her permission, twice, assuming he wouldn't sell it to me unless he knew I'd use it. As lightly as I tried to strike her, they still broke her skin. I paid over a thousand dollars for it and allowed Farah to throw it away. The other five she received from a man in a club with a cane. He wasn't allowed to break skin according to the rules of the club. Edgar broke both of his arms and he was later arrested because he'd participated in the rape and beating of Yasmine."

"What happened to the first guy who struck Farah?" Marnie asked.

"I don't know. I never saw him again."

"How did you get Farah?" Richard asked.

"She was standing along the side of a road in Buenos Aires with a cloth bag over her head. One of my men found her."

I knew the man was dead and had a good guess of who killed him, but I'd never speak of it. One of three men, though they never discussed it either. He deserved to die.

My buttocks had improved to the point I could sit on them again. I got up from Alexandra's lap and sat beside Master again, laying my head on his chest.

"Mistress, I have a question for you. Which of your children gave you the most problems growing up?" I asked.

"Richard was always rather well behaved. Alexandra gave me the most problems. I attributed it to second child syndrome with perhaps a bit of rebellion thrown in because of her father's infidelity. She learned of it when she was around twelve or thirteen. She was the one who told me. I don't know how many before, but there were others after. I stayed with him because of the children, but I think Alexa blamed me for staying with him, more than she blamed him for being a skirt chaser. He left me anyway when Alexa graduated from high school. I should have left him before, but you know I had no job skills. I'd married him straight out of high school and never worked. One of the reasons I was so sad when you met me and why I thank you so much for helping me. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. No particular reason."

Master hugged me. He knew I had a reason, but not why and he wouldn't ask until later. Perhaps he suspected himself. Actually, he proved he knew when he asked Alexa if she planned on taking my survey.

"I was thinking about it," Alexa said.

"Were you planning on accepting the post survey benefit?"

"It crossed my mind."

It had done more than crossed her mind if her reaction in the dressing room was any indication. She wanted me to do her again.

"Richard, Marnie, do you think you'd take the survey?" Master asked.

"I could see taking the survey," Richard said. "I doubt we'll do the reward thing."

"Why not?" Marnie said, proving herself to be the more sexually adventurous.

"We're married. Hell, just married. Now you want to have sex with someone else?"

"It's not real sex. It's just oral sex," Marnie said. "And if we both do it, it's not cheating, is it?"

"You sound like Bill Clinton," Master said. "'I did not have sex with that woman'. I think oral sex is real sex, though it's less threatening to me than 'real sex'. Intercourse has always been more taboo. I was always more comfortable letting my submissives have oral sex than any other kind."

"But you still do it," Alexa said. "Why?"

"There's the masculinity threatening part of it. They'll fall in love with someone else if they have better sex with them than me. It's more emotional. For instance, if I was married, my wife could have a child with someone else other than me. Oral sex doesn't present that problem."

"Yet you took that risk?" Marnie said.

"Minimal risk, but yes, I took it. Part of the reason I could is I know sex is not the defining aspect of my relationships. I'm not worried if they find a better lover, that they'll leave me for someone else. That would threaten me because I love them dearly. But they're committed to me in ways unrelated to sex. Theoretically, if they find a better lover, they can still have sex with them because I can let them have sex with them. They get all the sex they want.

"Another part of it is Beth. She is so giving of herself and giving pleasure to others. She's not threatened by my having sex with anyone else. She wants me to have good sexual experiences no matter who I have them with, the best I can. With her as an example, I feel like a real prick if I try to withhold anything from anyone. If she has insecurities about her relationship with me, she hides them so well, they're invisible. If I asked for the moon, she'd try to give it to me. The others follow her example. Everyone on board the ship has become better, more caring and giving, more compassionate lovers.

"There's not a person on the ship who doesn't thank me for deciding to bring her on this cruise. Compared to that, what's a little sex on the side. As to what Marnie said, yes, I think oral sex is real sex, but if you're not hiding it from one another and doing anything behind someone's back, I don't think it's cheating. Lynn and Björn are comfortable with the fact they each have submissives the other person is having sex with, and they're okay with it. But for most people, it is still threatening to your relationship. You have to be confident in the love you have for one another. That what you're doing isn't going to fundamentally affect your relationship, so cheating or not, it's not something to be taken lightly. At your age, I would have had a problem with having sex with someone else. I was not as confident then as I am now."

"Did either of you see the movie 'Indecent Proposal' with Demi Moore, Robert Redford and Woody Harrelson?" I asked.

Both of them had seen it. "Despite their love for one another, it caused problems. Woody couldn't get past the fact that Demi had sex with another man, despite both of them agreeing to it. The very thought Demi might have had more pleasure with Robert than she had with him threw Woody for a loop so bad, it devoured him and he couldn't recover before they divorced. I'm not concerned about the same thing, and part of it is my submissive nature. If Miranda can give Master more pleasure, more power to her. I'll just try to get better. As long as he's willing to maintain his relationship with me, what he does with other people is irrelevant. Sex with other people for me is irrelevant. I wouldn't be having it if he didn't allow it. If he wants me to stop, I will. He always has that control. He can take it away at any time and it won't matter because he's my Master."

We arrived back at The Thief and we gathered our packages and sent the limousines away. Alexandra offered to let us use her room to store all of our packages until after supper. Since we had about two dozen bags from all of our purchases, we were happy to take her up on the offer. Supper was an even bigger problem as they didn't have sufficient tables adjacent to each other for us to all sit together. So Master rented out one of the conference rooms and they set it up for us. Several tables were put up, two waitresses came to wait on us. Our bodyguards sat between the rest of us and the only door into the room. It allowed them to eat normally as opposed to some being on watch all the time.

Our freed slaves had dined with us enough times, they understood all the nuances of eating out. Master ordered four bottles of wine. None of the guards partook, nor did the Muslim woman, not even Sahar since she considered herself on guard duty. As Miranda was now pregnant, she also skipped the alcohol. The waitresses had taken our orders and we were waiting for the food to arrive.

"Joshua, might I ask a favor of you?" Alexa said.

"What might that be?"

"Could you let Beth stay with me in my room tonight?"

"Alexa, do you want to have sex with a woman?" Richard asked. "I thought you liked guys."

"I think I still like guys, but that scream you heard in the store today; that was me. Beth licked me to an orgasm in the dressing room."

Richard and Marnie looked at each other in surprise.

Sahar laughed. "I'm not surprised. Beth is the best cunt licker on ship. Best cock sucker too if all these men don't lie.

"We don't lie," Edgar said. "The one thing I might regret about dating Fatima is having to give Beth up."

"Silly boy," Fatima laughed. "If you had to give up Beth, so would I. I'm willing to consider a compromise where neither one of us has to give up Beth."

"My kind of girl," Ethan said. "Are you sure you want to date that ugly mug when you can date me instead?"

"I kind of like his ugly mug. I think I'm good."

Edgar blew Fatima a kiss. "Thanks, sweetheart," a la Humphrey Bogart.

"In answer to your question, Alexa," Master said, "I can't adequately protect Beth here at the hotel. If your mother is willing, you, and only you, Alexa, can forgo the rest of your stay here tonight and come to the ship. You will sleep in Beth's cabin, but she won't sleep with you every night. She's losing three of her sister slaves on Sunday and needs to spend time with them before they go. If you're truly interested in sex with women, all of them are nearly as accomplished as Beth is and you can join in reindeer games with them, but they also need time alone. Richard and Marnie can come and spend the day on the ship tomorrow, but I won't have a room for them, so they'll need to return here tomorrow night. In my absence, your mother is in charge of all my slaves. Her word is law as far as I'm concerned.

"In the alternative, you're all welcome to come tomorrow and spend the day and I'll give you sufficient time to spend with Beth. I have to work tomorrow and I'm attending the National Theater tomorrow night. You will then return here tomorrow night. There are a couple provisos you need to be aware of. Number one, Beth is no longer your toy to play with. You have no control over her orgasms nor any punishments. Her orgasms now revert back to me and they will be limited in number. She can't have sex with you past that number, so use them wisely. The second proviso is don't expect anything to change. No matter how good she makes you feel, don't fall in love with her. Go back home on Sunday and enjoy the rest of your life. She won't be your girlfriend, no matter how much you want it. She's everyone's girlfriend. You just heard two people who are interested in each other make an agreement to continue allowing Beth in their life. If you think she could be, you're mistaken, and you don't understand the depth of her submission.

"Beth has already had another girl fall in love with her in the last month and she'll be joining us on Friday as my personal assistant's slave. Beth's an extremely lovable person, but I can't carry all the people who fall in love with her. That's it for my ship. I don't want any more extras unless it's to rescue someone.

"The third proviso is that if you want to enjoy sex with men, you may ask any of the men to join you except the ones who are married. You can't ask for sex with any of the freed slaves, no exceptions. They have to ask you if they're interested, but you must refuse sex with any married ones, the pregnant ones, and report they asked to Beth. It might be a sign of PTSD or their slave conditioning cropping up and she needs to know. You may confer with your mother or other family members before you make a decision."

No conferring. She said, "I'll come tonight."

"Do you agree to my conditions?"

"Yes."

"Are you on birth control?"

"Yes, an IUD."

"Do you approve Lynn?"

"That's fine. She's a big girl now. She can figure it out for herself."

******

As soon as we got back to Master's cabin, we had a fashion show. I showed my Master and sister slaves the things I'd purchased. They all liked the clothes I'd gotten at the clothing store, but the items I bought at the lingerie store were definite winners. The jumpers I wore without the blouses, though I showed them to him. I knew he'd appreciate them more without. He called me to the couch and thumbed my nipples with the first one that left them perched on top of the jumper.

I wore one of the tiny g-strings with one of the play suits. As expected, it barely covered my clit, the base of my hood was slightly visible. I told him I had four other pair in assorted colors just like it.

When I tried on one of the other ones without the g-strings, Master fucked me hard, driving into my cunt robustly. I barely had time to squeak out a 'permission to cum', sir, and receive it before I climaxed. I orgasmed twice more before Master let loose his load, leaving a massive clean up job for Francesca.

"I heartily approve of your clothing choices. Those are all lovely, Beth."

I was cleaning his cock at the time, so I only smiled and nodded.

Master let me spend the night with Alexa in my bed. Before doing anything else, I had her take the survey. Then I proved to her the first time she climaxed on my tongue wasn't an accident, though this time, she'd prepared, my pillow ready to absorb her screams. The next three were over as quickly as the first.

She was panting, wrung out, her cum all over my face. "Do you want me to lick you?"

"Only if you want to," I moved up where I could nibble her nipples some more. "It's my job to give you pleasure, not the other way around." I wrapped my lips around a puckered bundle of nerves and sucked her nipple while flicking the top. She moaned again.

"They feel so sensitive," she panted. "Are you wet?"

I paused my ministrations. "I'm always wet. I need to be ready to fuck at a moments notice."

"What do you taste like?"

"Have you never tasted yourself?"

"Do all women taste the same?"

"No. We all taste different, though similar."

"I'd like to taste you."

"From the source, or from your finger?"

"From my finger first."

I moved up and kissed Alex, spreading my legs for her. I felt her hand slide down my abs, over my mound and two fingers finding my slick folds. I felt first one finger, then two insert itself into my sopping pussy.

"You are wet." Self evident, so I said nothing.

She explored for a few seconds, then withdrew her fingers, bringing them up to her lips and inserting them into her mouth.

"Well?" I asked.

"You taste delicious, like tart and tangy at the same time."

"You're welcome to taste more."