My Voyage of Submission

"Do you know where the plane took off from, where it landed, or the city where your sale took place?" Geraldo asked.

"I was blindfolded all the time when I was traveling. I would sometimes hear people speaking different languages, but other than Arabic and Spanish or English, I was unfamiliar with them, sir."

"Could you describe the auditorium where you were sold?" Fritz asked.

"It would be limited, sir. All the lights were shining on the stage where we were sold and the buyers were in the dark so we couldn't see them. I could describe the stage or the room in the back where the slaves were caged waiting for their sale. I couldn't even tell how large it was, although it had an echoing quality which made me think it was quite large."

"How many people were sold?" Fritz asked.

"I saw over thirty sold before I was purchased, sir. There were others still in cages waiting."

"That's a damn large operation," Geraldo pondered. "Could all the slaves be Mahmoud's, or are different slavers selling together."

"I managed to speak to another slave waiting for sale in a cage next to mine. She hadn't traveled with me, nor did she know who Mahmoud was, sir. She was from Bolivia and had never been to Africa."

"How long were you Han's slave?" I asked.

"I'm unsure, perhaps over a year."

"Why don't you know?" Fritz asked.

"I was sometimes kept in the dark for long periods of time and had limited access to calendars or clocks, sir. There are almost no seasons here. What month is it now?"

"July 2020," I replied.

"I was taken in February, 2019, so Hans had me since April of that year."

"That means most of your scars and wounds were given to you by Hans?" I said.

"Except for the brand and a couple of the oldest scars, you would be correct. Mahmoud did not like to mark up his property prior to sale. He hit me a couple times with the stingray barb so I knew how it would feel. Hans did the rest."

"Is there anyway Hans could trip and fall flat on his face while handcuffed, Inspectors, while being transported somewhere, preferably on concrete or asphalt?" I asked.

"You're not encouraging us to break the law are you?"

"Not at all. He just looks big and clumsy, like he might have a hard time maintaining his balance." I smiled.

They smiled back. "They don't do a great job maintaining the infrastructure here. I have noticed a large number of cracks in the sidewalks and roads," Fritz replied. "Accidents do happen."

"Fatima, we'd like you to think about anything else you might be able to tell us. We'll have Mr. Greenbriar stay here for an additional day and speak with you again tomorrow. If you can draw us diagrams of any of the building where you were kept in the mountains, any details you can remember about it, descriptions of what it looked like outside any of the windows or doors, anything at all about the auditorium where you were sold, it might help us identify the people responsible for this."

"I'll do what I can if Master Greenbriar gives me time, sir."

"You'll have as much time as you need, Fatima," I said. "Master Greenbriar has no need of you at present."

They then spent a half hour talking to me and my situation. I showed them a picture of Master's ad I still had on my phone, how I signed up for the position and was chosen from ten candidates. I gave them Professor Kline's name and phone number since he was my thesis advisor and knew I'd signed up for this position to study submission. I gave them Theresa Layton's name and address as she helped me to understand what my submission would consist of.

"Is it true you have sex with both Mr. Greenbriar and Congresswoman Ward?"

"I currently identify myself as bisexual and enjoy sex with both of them, yes."

"Do you think it's unusual for a US Representative to have sex with someone outside of marriage?"

I laughed. "How many politicians have had their political careers damaged or derailed by sex outside of marriage?" I replied. "President Clinton had Monica Lewinsky. Trump has Stormy Daniels. Gary Hart's presidential bid was derailed by sex scandals. Those are just the most obvious ones in the US. France, Italy and England have all had politicians in sex scandals. It seems politicians are pretty much like anyone else. It would damage the Congresswoman's career if this were to get out, but isn't it better they both have sex with the same person as opposed to running around behind each other's back, cheating on them. This seems more honest to me."

"Have you been punished by Master Greenbriar recently?" Fritz asked.

"Every morning, I receive at least a ten smack spanking. This morning was no exception."

"And this doesn't bother you?"

"It's within the parameters of my agreement and frequently leads to sex, so no, it doesn't bother me."

"Has he left any scars on you?"

"He can't leave marks which last longer than two days on me per our agreement. The morning spankings don't leave redness lasting longer than an hour at most."

"May we check it out?" Geraldo asked.

"You didn't see enough of my naked ass this morning when you arrested Hans?"

"The other woman was more visible from where Hans was sitting. Yours wasn't really visible. We saw Angelique didn't have major injuries, but Mr. Greenbriar isn't her Master, Hannah is. I just need to verify you're not suffering severe injuries as a result of your voluntary submission."

"My word isn't good enough?"

"It's possible you're under coercion."

I stared him in the eye and he had the grace to blush and look down. I stood up with my back to them and lifted my dress and showed him my g-string panty covered ass.

"If you want to see more than this, I suggest you take it up with Mr. Greenbriar, Congresswoman Ward and their attorneys."

"No, no, that's fine. I'd agree there's no visible damage to your back."

I lowered my dress and turned around. "Are we done here?"

"Yes, we'll be back tomorrow to get any further information Miss Hidalgo might have for us."

"Come along, Fatima. Have you eaten? Would you like some food or something to drink?"

"May I? Hans didn't feed me a lot. He didn't want me to get fat."

"Oh, yes. Anything you want. We have a French chef on board. I'm sure he'd make you whatever you have a craving for."

Master was concluding his business with Ling. They were standing and shaking hands. I told Master I was bringing Fatima to get food and for the next few days, I was recommending no slaves go naked and we address the crew tonight at muster to discuss the situation. Hannah said she'd take care of arranging it. We went to the galley and I told Pierre, Fatima wanted something to eat, and if it would be possible to make her anything she wanted for supper tonight.

"I can give her some fruits and veggies now, and we've started food for supper, but if it's not too difficult, I see what I can do."

"Mmm, it smells delicious, sir. Are you cooking seafood paella?"

"I am, as a matter of fact."

"I love paella, sir. That would do very nicely. My mother used to make me paella."

"Then you shall have it. It will be ready at 1800 tonight."

"What, sir?"

"Six PM for non sailors," I said. "Would you like an orange or apple to hold you over."

"May I have both?"

"You can have more if you wish."

"No. One of each is sufficient. I want room for dinner."

We went up to the upper deck spa near the salon.

"Please have a seat," I said.

She sat down. "Is it true what you told the Inspectors, that you voluntarily became a sex slave?"

"It's true. But you need to understand is that what I volunteered for is substantially different than what you went through. I can leave my Master at any time I choose. If we're in the middle of the ocean, he will fly me to the nearest location I can catch a plane home. If I don't like something, I can tell him to stop. He can't sell me to someone else. There are certain things he can't ask me to do."

"What kinds of things?"

"Well, for one, he can't scar me like you are. No permanent marks of any kind. I have the right to refuse piercings, certain tattoos; I might accept a pretty one, but not an ugly or degrading one, the choice is mine. No branding, or other disgusting acts."

"What acts?"

"Did Hans ever piss on you or make you drink his urine? Did he shit on you or make you eat shit?"

She was silent. Tears started flowing.

"He did, didn't he?" The filthy, disgusting, low life, contemptible, rotten, nasty, mother fucking bastard. God I hoped they did more than face plant him on the concrete. I hoped he went into a manhole, head first.

"My Master can do a lot of things other people might find horrible, but before I accepted his collar, we agreed what he could and couldn't do. I'm willing to do a lot for him, but not everything. And perhaps I'd do some things some days and not some other days. I have the right to say 'NO, do not do this anymore', and Master has to stop. My safe word is Pluto. If I say Pluto, Master has to stop whatever he's doing and at the very least, find out why I want to stop. If I say no, he can't override my decision. I have that much control over my life. His control is not unlimited. Not like Hans'. That's why it's voluntary, because there are certain rules in place. I was not taken from my bed in the middle of the night, told my parents were killed and given no choice in what happened to me for seventeen months."

"And the other slaves are like you?"

"Every one. We've volunteered to submit to our Dominants. We all have rules in place. Each of us can say STOP, I can't do this anymore. Two of the slaves on board were the people who examined you. The other person in the room was their Mistress. The two slaves are engaged to get married. One of the rules they established with their Mistress is neither one of them has to fuck a man. Manuel didn't want to fuck men and he didn't want his future wife to fuck other men. They both agreed they could fuck women, but no men. Lynn can't make either one of them break that rule. Angelique, the model whose bottom was aimed at Hans, is married to Hannah. Neither Angelique nor Hannah wanted her to fuck men. That was the rule they made, but they also have the right to change the rule. They have now agreed that my Master may have sex with them, but they don't have to unless they want to. It's their choice, not my Master's."

"And nothing else happens to you if you say no. You're not beaten or caged or whipped?"

"They just stop if I say no. I can be punished, but it's according to what I've agreed to, not anything Master wants to do."

"Why do you do it? Did you like sex?"

I laughed. "Not as much as I do now. I was pretty normal before. A few boyfriends I had sex with, only one at a time. No spankings, nor anything much different than what you've done, I expect, since you had two boyfriends you'd had sex with. I'd sucked them, but no one ever fucked my ass. Part of the reason for volunteering to join this cruise is because I didn't understand why people would voluntarily surrender so much control to another person. Once I started to study it, I found out I liked it, so now I want to remain one. Even agreeing to remain one, doesn't mean I can't stop whenever I want."

"And the same rules apply to me?"

"Right now, no rules apply to you because no one considers you to be a slave. To be what any one of us would consider to be a slave, you have to be able to say NO. At this time, I do not believe you can say no to anyone. If someone ordered you to take off your clothes, you would. If ordered to suck a cock, you would, not because it's something you choose to do, but because you feel it's something you must do. Until you have the ability to tell someone no, I don't think you should be told to do anything. Even asking you to do something will be tricky because you have been conditioned to believe you must do what you're told or you'll be punished. That's not free will. So to keep you from feeling you must do something, no one should tell you to do anything. Instead of telling you to eat something, I will insist you be asked if you wish to eat something and what would you like to eat. Instead of telling you to go to bed, ask if you're tired.

"No one will ask you for sex. You've been conditioned to say yes. Additionally, if you want to have sex with someone, I'm going to tell them to refuse. Your slavery has caused you to be hyper sexualized. You feel as if you must be pleasuring someone or you are not being pleasing enough and could be punished. Therefore, even if you ask, they should refuse. We'll see how it goes. In a few days, my college professor, a Doctor Kline, will be coming to see me. He's licensed to practice psychology. When he's had a chance to speak to you, he might suggest how you should be treated, but until then, I want to use an abundance of caution and keep you as far away from sex as I can. You'll have your own room, with a lock on the door. I hope you feel safe enough in there, you'll sleep okay."

"Should I be naked?"

"No, you should wear clothes all the time."

"Won't I be punished?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. You can't be punished, for any reason. Nobody owns you anymore. No one comes on Master's boat without permission. No one will take you off this boat without his permission. You can't be enslaved anymore. Whoever Mahmoud is, you never have to worry about him again."

"But my brand says I'm a slave."

"Your brand is wrong. If I wrote on your arm that you were a tree, would it make you a tree?"

Fatima laughed. I think it was the first time I'd heard her laugh. "No. I would not be a tree."

"Well he wrote on you with a branding iron that you are a slave. But you're no more a slave than you are a tree. It was put on you by an evil man who had no right to put it on you. Come on, I'll show you where I sleep, then I'll show you to your room."

I led her to Master's cabin. We went in and Master was working at his desk.

"Good afternoon, Master," I said to get his attention.

Fatima dropped to her knees, a perfect slave kneel except she had a dress on. I tugged on her arm.

"Stand up. He's not your Master. You're not his slave."

She reluctantly and warily stood up. "I brought Fatima here to show her where I sleep. Have we assigned her a room yet?"

"The cabin next to Francesca," he said. "May I have a kiss?"

I sat on his lap and kissed him. "Have you explained the rules to Fatima?"

She dropped to her knees again, "I'm sorry, Master. I was told I have no rules. Please don't punish me. What rules must I follow?"

"Please stand up, Fatima. Beth is right. The only rule, is you have no rules. You're not a slave. You are free to do what you want aboard my ship. If you want to help out, you can. If you want to sit by the pool, you can. If you want to stay in bed all day, you can. It's all your choice."

"Master, please tell Fatima she is not to remove her clothes for any reason, no matter who tells her to, they must stay on."

"Did you hear Beth, Fatima? You must not remove your clothes for any reason. I want you in clothes all the time, no matter who tells you differently."

"Yes, Master," she said.

I gave it about five seconds and said, "Fatima, strip," with a no nonsense voice and in one second, she was nude. There might have been the barest hint of hesitation because Master had just told her to remain clothed, but her next order was to strip, and she did.

"Put your clothes on Fatima," Master said.

She put them on. "Strip," I said. She took them off, trembling. "Please don't punish me, Master. I don't know what to do."

"Put your clothes back on, Fatima. No one is going to punish you. This is the problem, Master. Fatima has been conditioned to respond to orders because she fears punishment. Even having what she considered a valid order from you to remain clothed, she took off her clothes when I ordered her to.

"The crew has to be made aware of this problem. They can't order her to do anything, because no matter how innocuous or innocent it seems, she'll do it. Even poorly worded suggestions may be considered orders by Fatima. They need to be aware that they can't ask her to do anything. Even if she asks them for sex, they need to refuse, because she can't help asking. It's part of her conditioning. She can't refuse, no matter how ridiculous it is. Giving her conflicting orders just caused her to panic and fear punishment, but she tried to obey both. What those people did to her was outrageous and horrible. I don't know how long it might take to get her head on straight, but I don't want anyone taking advantage of her until it is."

"Yes, I see the problem."

"For the same reason, I don't think slaves should go naked the next few days, nor be led around on a leash. I know it's going to be a disappointment to everyone, even the slaves, but I think Fatima would be compelled to do as the others do, and she's not doing it by choice. She's compelled by her conditioning. Having everyone dress will reduce the pressure on her to conform."

"You've not steered me wrong yet, Beth. I'll make sure everyone knows what the problem is. Perhaps you can draft an email to send out to the crew and I'll make an announcement at a special evening muster."

"Thank you, sir, and may I say how proud I am that you not only helped an innocent victim of human trafficking, but also helped to preserve the Amazon rainforest, at no small cost to yourself."

"Well, you set such a fine example of service to others, I felt compelled to keep up," he smiled and said. "Dinner will be served at 1800 and I understand the Inspectors are hoping for a bit more information from Fatima. Do you have some tricks up your sleeve to help her remember anything else?"

"Master, you know I do," I teased. "If you want a beautiful memory of the last time we had sex, think of the scent of my cunt. Odors are keys to unlocking memories. We'll see what we can do after dinner. I suspect Kelly is going to be disappointed we might not have time for her tonight, but I understand she had a fairly good night with Thomas last night, so perhaps she'll survive." I kissed him, then whispered in his ear, "I'm going to ask her for a safe word later. When we know what it is, I want you to order me to do things and I'm going to use her word so she can see nothing will happen to her."

He laughed, nodding slightly to say he understood and waved us away. "This is where Master and I normally sleep," pointing to the Alaskan king. "We frequently have other people joining us in our bed."

"Is that a cage under the bed?"

"It is, Fatima, but remember, I agreed Master could put me in a cage sometimes and I can always tell him to stop. I have a choice in the matter. He will not do anything I don't agree with." I pointed out to my door. "This is my room. Come in with me and I'll show it to you."

She looked at the door. "It doesn't have a lock on it."

"No. I'm not locked into my room, and Master can always come into my room. If he wished me to remain in my room, I'll obey. I have my own bathroom and can order food from the galley. This is not a punishment. It's where I can come to be alone or work on my schoolwork. I can read, consult online magazines, journals and reference works, write to anyone in the world."

"Whats through that door?"

"Master's playroom." I didn't think she should look in there. It might scare the hell out of her. "We'll look at it some other day when I think you're ready for it." I led her to Master's head next.

"This is Master's bathroom, or what we call a head, which is a nautical word for a bathroom. It's bigger than mine. You're going to need a toothbrush, toothpaste, shower gel, shampoo. Is there anything else you might need?" I began digging through his supplies and pulling out items.

"Menstrual products. My menses will be starting in a few days. Your Master may use my ass until it's over."