My Voyage of Submission Ch. 22

I laughed. "Slut slaves tend to be very orgasmic, sir. Do your children know about the alteration in your relationship yet?"

"We finally told them a month ago. They were upset to start, but Oliva convinced them she was happy and I was only doing what she wanted me to do and she could stop at any time she wanted it to end."

"They probably thought she was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, just like you thought I was. Has Oliva been naked in front of them yet, sir?"

"Not yet. We're letting it sink in for awhile first."

"I wonder what it would be like to be naked before family. All my family is dead. That might have been the only thing which still had the ability to embarrass me. The woman we ransomed from Mahmoud, Johanna, put her parents in submission before they left the ship. I think the fact they were naked in front of her added to their humiliation."

"She isn't having sex with them, is she?"

"Not to my knowledge, sir. She found her own male submissive to take care of her needs, but she is controlling their sexual partners, and I understand it's not frequently with each other except to clean up after they have sex with others. She said she was going to identify them as slaves to her two siblings, so it's possible they've been naked in front of all their children and the spouses. Both parents seemed to be less submissive on my scale than I thought they'd be from observation. I think my scale needs to be adjusted to reflect how old someone is when they discover D/s and how long they've practiced it. For instance, you didn't show up as strongly Dominant as you'd probably test now. I'm still tinkering."

"Keep me up to date on how it's going with the slaves."

"Of course, sir. Give Oliva a good fucking for me."

"Every day."

******

Group went well. I felt they were making progress. Not that they were ready to end treatment. It might be months or even years before they'd worked through what had been done to them. At the end of group, I asked Maahnoor to come with me to my room.

"Maahnoor, do you remember Dr. Sadiq?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to try something which might reduce your desire to have sex with men other than Henry?"

"Oh, please. I'd like that very much. What would I have to do?"

"He's going to try hypnotizing you. Hypnosis is a trance state which makes you very susceptible to suggestion. It's used to help people in a number of different ways; uncovering trauma you've suppressed, reduce cravings. Dr. Kline used it to try to get you to remember more about where Mahmoud's hideout is.

"One of the primary uses of hypnosis is for things like addictions. People become addicted to cigarettes and crave nicotine. Hypnosis can be used to help people stop their craving for cigarettes because it's something they want to do anyway. They don't want to smoke anymore. We hope it can help you overcome your desire for other men."

"Can he just tell me to stop thinking of sex all the time?"

"You don't want to stop thinking of sex totally, or you might not want to have sex with Henry. Hypnosis can't be used to make people do something which is against their nature, such as killing someone. Although it can be used to fool people into doing something against their nature. For instance, convincing you to throw away your baby by convincing you it's not a baby, but a piece of trash. We're hoping that your inner nature rebels against your slave conditioning. We can strengthen your desire to be faithful to Henry and reduce your cravings to have sex with other men. To be successful, Dr. Sadiq wants to work with your own inner nature to do what you really want to do anyway."

"What if my inner nature is a harlot?"

"I think you would have known you were inclined to be a harlot before your slavery if that was your inner nature."

"I hope so."

"The only question we have is whether or not we can hypnotize you remotely, or if it would have to be done in person. If he can, he's going to attempt to put you under in my room over a video call. If that doesn't work, we'll get you back to England briefly on our way south again. If he's able to do it, he'll give me a trigger phrase with which I can put you back into a trance. I'll be able to keep working to reduce your cravings without his help all the time, possibly several times a week and for no more than fifteen or twenty minutes at a time, perhaps right after a group."

"I really do want to be good. I'd appreciate any help you can give."

I had an e-mail from Dr. Sadiq when we went to my room. It had an email address to establish FaceTime contact. I put Maahnoor in front of the computer and established our link.

"Hello, Dr. Sadiq. Maahnoor is eager to see if you can help her. Should I give you both privacy?"

"I'd prefer if you remained. It might help you to see what I do in order to do this yourself. Don't look into the screen. I don't want you hypnotized by accident. Just listen and watch Maahnoor."

"I only have one chair. If you give me a moment, I'll get another one."

"That's fine. There's no rush. I don't have any more appointments this afternoon."

I got one of the light plastic chairs from the Playroom and set it beside Maahnoor but angled so I could watch her and not the screen. When I told him I was ready, he began the process of determining if he could conduct her hypnosis long distance. As it turned out, he could. It took about ten minutes before she was in a trance.

He gave her a few simple commands to test the depth of her trance. After he was convinced of her dream state, he began asking Maahnoor about her relationship to Henry. I was a little surprised, but realized he was testing the depth of her affection to him. She genuinely appeared to love him, expressing both affection and admiration for him. He wanted to see if she only appreciated him for marrying her in her impure state and agreeing to raise her child. Then he began the purpose for his hypnosis.

"Maahnoor, do you desire sex with other men beside your husband?"

"Yes."

"Is there one man in particular, or is it other men in general?"

"Other men in general."

"Do you wish to have sex with more than one man at a time?"

"Yes."

"How many men would you like to have sex with?"

"As many as would want to."

He shook his head in disgust at what had been done to her.

"Maahnoor, from now on, you will feel the greatest pleasure when having sex with Henry. When you think of sex with Henry and only Henry, you will remember the pleasure he gives you and you will feel warm and loved. Only sex with Henry and thinking of sex with Henry will make you feel this way. What did I just say?"

"I will feel pleasure from sex with Henry. When I think of it afterward, I will feel warm and loved."

"Because he loves you and wants to protect you and care for your baby, doesn't he?"

"Yes. He cares for and loves me and my baby."

"Any time you think about sex with anyone else but Henry, you will start feeling sick to your stomach. Not a violent sickness, but some nausea. Thinking of sex with anyone but your husband will upset your stomach. Do you understand?"

"I will feel sick if I think of sex with anyone other than Henry."

"The longer you think of sex with anyone but Henry, the sicker you will feel. As soon as you stop thinking of sex with other men, you'll start feeling better. Repeat what I've told you."

"Sex with Henry gives me great pleasure. If I think of sex with another man, I will start feeling ill. The longer I think of it, the more sick I'll become. When I stop thinking of sex with someone other than Henry, I will feel better."

"When you think of sex with Henry again, you'll feel his love and how much pleasure he gives you."

"I will feel better and remember the love and pleasure he gives me."

"Very good. I want you to think of having sex with another man and tell me how you feel." A few seconds went by. "I feel sick to my stomach."

"Think about sex with Henry and tell me how you feel."

"I'm no longer sick. I remember how he loves and cares for me and my child. I remember how good he makes me feel."

"I'm going to tell you a special phrase which belongs only to you, and each time you hear this phrase, you will enter a dream state like you are now. You will listen to what the person who repeats this phrase says, and do your best to follow the instructions. The phrase is: Cloudy days always make me sad and weepy. Repeat the phrase back to me."

"Cloudy days always make me sad and weepy."

"When those words are said, you will fall into a deep sleep, like you are now and listen to the person who said the special phrase. You will remember the phrase, but will be unable to repeat it or tell anyone what it is. You can't speak it again, but if you hear it, you'll sleep. Do you understand?"

"I will follow the instructions of whoever gives me the special phrase."

"What is the phrase?"

"I can't say."

"I'm going to count backward from three. When I reach one, you will wake up, feeling refreshed and happy. You will remember our conversations and that it is designed to help you in your marriage to Henry. You will recall everything we said, but you won't be able to repeat your special phrase. Ready, three, two, one."

Maahnoor stretched, having sat still for some time. She looked at Dr. Sadiq.

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Think about sex with a man other than Henry and tell me how you feel."

"I feel sick."

"Think about sex with Henry."

Maahnoor got a smile on her face. "I feel good."

"Hopefully, feeling sick will help remind you how badly you will hurt Henry if you have sex with another man. But the thought of sex with your husband will bring you joy and pleasure. It is a form of conditioning, like being beaten when you were a slave and you weren't pleasing, but without the pain of being beaten. You will feel better when you think of sex with Henry and sex with other men will make you feel ill. With time, it should make those desires you have for other men go away."

"I hope so, Doctor. Thank you."

"Cloudy days always make me sad and weepy."

Maahnoor dropped back into her trance. "I'm going to have a conversation with Beth now, Maahnoor. You can't hear our conversation or anything said until I say your name."

"Yes."

"Raise your left arm and hold it out until I say your name."

Maahnoor stuck her arm out.

"Beth, I'll send you the exact phrase to use. It needs to be said in that order. Saying weepy and sad won't work, or sunny days or any deviation from the phrase. I'll also send you a script to follow. Try to stick as close as you can to the script. It will be much the same as it was today. I may introduce minor variations in the future. We'll see how it takes. Depending on how frequently she thinks of sex with other men, she may feel sick fairly often. She won't vomit, though she may feel like it. Don't treat her nausea. If you want to see if it's genuine illness or the trance command, ask her to imagine sex with Henry. If she doesn't feel better immediately, she could legitimately be ill.

"When you wake her, she can remember the conversation, but not the special phrase. It doesn't hurt to leave her with a feeling of energy or refreshment when she wakes up instead of being tired or lethargic."

"How often should I put her under?"

"Every two to three days should be sufficient. We'll start stretching it out as time goes by and see how she does."

"Should I offer the same treatment to whoever else wishes it? Farah isn't married now, but she may wish to have her behavior fall within societal norms at some point. I suspect she'd like to get married and have children if she continues making improvement."

"I'm willing to do the others, but they each need their own phrase. You won't want to use the same for everyone. Again, you surprise me. You have a very loose moral structure for yourself, but see no problem with others exercising control over their own sexuality."

"As long as it's their control and not someone else's. Different strokes, sir. What I choose to do myself is not what I recommend for the rest of the world. I wasn't made this way by others. I chose it for myself. Others should have the same choices I did. I don't see the harm in what I do, either for myself, or others around me, as long as I don't force anyone. I refuse to be critical of anyone who makes my choices, but don't see it as a viable option for everyone. At the moment, Farah isn't hurting anyone, but it doesn't mean it's what she truly wants for herself. Dr. Kline was going to send me some recommendations for her script. I'll forward them to you to see if you'd like to adjust your script based on his recommendations."

"That's fine. Maahnoor." She lowered her arm immediately. "I'm going to count backward from three. When I reach one, you will awaken feeling refreshed and good. You will remember our previous conversation, but not my conversation with Beth. Three, two, one."

Maahnoor reawakened.

"How do you feel, Maahnoor?"

"Good, Doctor."

"You have a good day and go with Allah."

"Thank you, Doctor. May Allah go with you as well."

I shut down the computer.

"I thought he would just tell me not to have sex with other men," Maahnoor said, recalling her conversation with him.

"That's a little like beating you around the head and shoulders mentally. This is more subtle. He wants you to still have choices as to how you behave. It will encourage you to do what you want to do anyway. That's why he wanted to be sure you truly loved Henry and had feelings for him, and not have married because you were grasping for any life raft because you were sinking. If you didn't love him, he might have encouraged you to leave him instead, without hypnosis. It wouldn't be fair to either of you if you didn't love him."

"I hope it works."

"Me too, Maahnoor."

I sent her on her way and rejoined Master. He took me to bed and gave me a righteous fucking.

******

We had our first man overboard drill in Norwegian waters during supper. It was still twilight, the sun low on the horizon so we had some visibility. Everyone raced towards the aft of the ship and put eyes on the wake as the ship made a turn. Even the freed slaves had been indoctrinated in man overboard drills, so I had Sahar and Farah beside me as I searched the wake for any visible signs, either a body or a lifebuoy someone might have tossed in the water.

It was one of the new guys, Simple, who spotted something floating in the water. The retrieving crew had to lower one of the Yamahas or put wet suits on before using one of the jet skis to go out into the cold water to fetch whatever it was. They did both as the Yamaha could do more searching than one of the jet skis. It was immediately apparent falling overboard in cold waters would be vastly different and take longer than in warm waters. They retrieved the object in the water and it was one of the dummies. The dummy was retrieved just before it would have died of hypothermia. Sherry and Manuel had blankets set up to wrap whoever up to get their core temperature up quickly.

"We barely saved that one," the Captain announced. "Expect to get one of these drills after dark. The dummy will probably die. Keep that in mind. This is not the place to be falling overboard. We're going to issue salt water activated lights to everyone. I want you to clip it to your clothes. If you fall overboard at night, you'll thank your lucky stars you had it. Otherwise, you will be dead. Way to go Simon. Expect Beth to give you your award for being the first to spot the dummy. The boss said you can collect the reward tomorrow."

When we went back to supper, our food was cold, but Reggie nuked the food of anyone who wanted it warm. Before we finished supper, we all had our lights. Might be another good reason to have clothes. I didn't want to clip it to a bare nipple.

"How does anyone live in this fucking cold weather?" Sahar said as we finished eating. The other freed slaves quickly agreeing with her, except for Ateefah, who'd been raised in the mountainous regions of Pakistan.

"I might say the same about living in Oman," Björn said. "I can always add more clothes to keep me warm, but I can't take off any more past naked. You get used to it. Besides, this isn't even cold yet. We're still above freezing. There's a lot colder than this. Wear your clothes in layers, so you can add or subtract rather quickly depending on your activity. More clothes if you're still, fewer if you're active, like in the gym. Start with an undershirt over your frillies, a heavier shirt, then a wool sweater, and if you're outside, a wind cutting coat, a ski mask or scarf for your face, and gloves.

"I can probably do with half that at these temps, but I realize you warm blooded critters might need more. Gives you a reason to cuddle with someone under the covers. Isn't that right, Yasmine?"

"Oui, Master."

"How's her English coming, Captain?" Master asked.

"It's coming along steady. Delphine has been working with her whenever she could, not having much to do yet. She's picking it up fairly quickly."

"Slaves have good reason to learn their Master's tongue," I said. "Results in fewer beatings."

"Yasmine does realize I won't beat her, doesn't she?"

"Ask her," I said. "I don't know what she believes."

"Fatima, please ask Yasmine if she realizes I won't beat her?"

Fatima asked the question in Arabic. Yasmine quickly answered.

Fatima said, "She says as long as I'm pleasing to my Master, he will never beat me. He's a very good Master."

"Please tell Yasmin I will never, under any circumstance, beat her. I will find other methods of punishment if she is displeasing. I will never, ever beat her, and no one else will or they'll answer to me."

Fatima told Yasmine what Björn said. She rattled back something just as fast.

"She said to please not sell her. She'd prefer to be beaten. I finally have a good Master."

Björn shook his head. "Fuck those bastards for what they did to her. Please tell her she will never be sold either. The only way she's ever leaving is if she wants to leave or I die. If that should happen, I'll make sure she has a good Master."

Fatima told Yasmine what the Captain said. Yasmine dropped to her knees in front of him. "Please to suck cock, Master?" In passable English.

Björn picked her up off the deck and cuddled her in his arms. "Later, Yasmine." He kissed her and she threw her arms around his neck and burrowed under his beard, laying her head against his broad chest. Lynn squeezed his arm. I was so happy they were not jealous of their mate's sexual activities with their slaves.

******

The next few days went much the same as the last one. The scenery was spectacular. I tried to spend a couple hours of each day enjoying it from the top deck, dressed for the weather or in the spa staying warm. I also spent lots of time exercising and on the range. The exercise kept me warm with minimal clothing.

I took care of Simple for spotting the dummy during the man overboard drill. I took care of someone every day for sailor of the day. Master and I spent the night with a different woman each night, Kelly the first, Jìngyi, the next, Roberta, the third.

We had another man overboard drill the second night, after dark, mid-fuck. We didn't find the dummy for nearly an hour. No one actually saw it. One of the search boats ran over it. A person would have died. More reason to wear the lights we'd taken to wearing on our clothing after dark if we left our rooms.

Fortunately, Jìngyi didn't let the interruption spoil the evening. We were able to get straight back to it when the drill was over, burrowing under the covers as we'd gone running out with barely anything on, in my case, nothing but my cape. We soon warmed up again.

I had another group the same day as the later night drill. It went well. Maahnoor told me the first day after her hypnosis, she spent quite a lot of time with an upset stomach, due to thinking of sex with other men. Yesterday had been a little better, and today better still, so it seemed to be working. I took her back to my room and shored up her conditioning in just a few minutes. Hopefully, Henry would never know how Maahnoor had been craving being with other men.