The Photo Shop Ch. 30

"Do you want to say hello?"

"No, not for the moment, maybe later, it's not as if they can get away."

"Why, they seem friendly enough."

"They're swingers and seriously into BDSM, so if they hear you're Nancy's mother, I'm sure they'll want to have sex with us and for the moment I prefer to keep the sex just between the two of us. So, maybe later; we're bound to run into them again on the cruise, time enough to allow them into one of our games."

"I see, you want exclusivity for the moment, I can relate to that. It may be better for us to get to know each other a bit more before we venture into swinging and even this BDSM you mentioned?"

"I'll tell you all about their evening in Tanja's club later, then you will understand my point. They are well beyond simple flogging or nipple play, they do tend to go for the real hard stuff, and Mel is a master in macramé."

"Macramé?"

"Yeah, that's what I call bondage, comparing it to those artsy woven string nets they make to go around flowerpots to hang them up."

"Oh, I see, that kind of macramé."

"I can't wait to hear about your adventures with them."

"Why, are you interested in BDSM?"

"I have thought about it a few times. I'm curious what it's like to be controlled by someone who makes me do new things, expanding my limits, to feel what some inflicted pain can do to one's body and pleasure."

"You surprise me Grace, I never thought that would interest you."

"Lew Emmett, you're the one who awoke the exhibitionist streak in me with your photo session, and who knows maybe you also kindled a BDSM fire in me."

"I guess I'd better be careful in the future then, who knows what other kinks I might stir in you."

"You have the coming three weeks to find out what makes me tick."

"Maybe I should start by dragging you to our cabin and tying you up for our butler to find when he brings around the hors d'oeuvres."

"I think he would be rather more interested in finding you all tied up, than me."

"You think so?"

"Come on, the guy is clearly rooting for the other side."

"Mmh maybe you're right. Let's go to the cabin, I could do with a siesta, especially if you want to go dancing tonight."

"Good idea, I'll let the old man get some rest, while I read another sex story on his tablet - unless you care to act out one of the stories you've read?"

"You'll be the death of me yet, but you know I can't resist you, you hussy."

In the cabin, I convinced Grace to let me have my way with her, she playfully agreed hesitantly but finally, she did. I started by blindfolding her.

"What are you going to do?" she asked in a scared-sounding voice.

"Please bear with me, I only want to take away your vision, which is your most dominant sense, so you can concentrate more on your other senses, and I need eventually to restrict your movement as well. So now please lie on the bed; no, first take off your dress, or better yet why don't you get completely naked. Whenever you don't want to continue anymore, you can stop me with a safe word."

"What do you mean a safe word?"

"You choose a word and when you say it, I'll immediately stop what I'm doing and untie you, so what would that word be?"

"Euh, now you've caught me."

"Don't take something that you might use in the throes of passion or which is too complicated."

"OK, what about 'Antwerp'?"

"That's OK, we'll go for Antwerp."

Grace undressed and lay naked on the bed with her arms at her sides -, she had no idea what I was going to do to her. I took a moment to gaze at her: she looked fantastic, her boobs pointing upwards, nipples already hard in anticipation of what was to come. After taking a bottle of massage oil from my cupboard, I sprayed some on my hands, took her right foot, and began to massage it. At first, she giggled, because she was ticklish, but soon I could hear her relax, making satisfied noises. Working my way up her leg massaging till I got to the top of her thigh, I changed to the other leg just bypassing her pleasure center, going down again to her other foot. That resulted in some disgruntled noises, which I completely ignored. I left her in search of our bathrobes, I wanted to recover the sash of both of them in case I needed to restrain her. I had every intention of binding her hands. When I returned I saw she was quickly pulling the blindfold back down.

"You were peeking!" I said sternly.

"No, I wasn't," she replied.

"Yes, you were and that's not good sex slave behavior, I'll have to punish you for that, hold up your hands!"

"Sex slave? I'm a sex slave now?"

"Yes you are, today, you're my sex slave. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? As such you will address me as Master!"

"Yes Master," she immediately replied giggling but falling into character, while holding up her hands. I bound them tightly together with the bathrobe sash, after which I moved them over her head and tucked the rest of the sash between the mattress and the head of the bed, giving her the impression they were fully restrained. I now had full access to her upper body and started taking advantage of that privilege. Holding onto the sash firmly with one hand, I began tickling along one of her arms with the other. As expected, she started to squirm but couldn't move with me holding onto the sash. She tried to move her boobs towards my hand without much success, giving a voice to her frustration with some deep sighs.

"Turn around slave, on your knees and elbows. I want to see that butt of yours."

Graces scrambled quickly into a doggy position, sticking out her bum, her hands still firmly restrained by the sash.

"I will punish you now for unauthorized peeking, you will count down from ten and thank me."

"For what shall I count down and thank you, Master?"

I didn't reply but slapped her right butt cheek with my hand, she immediately understood.

"Ten..."

"Excellent you catch on quickly, you forgot, however, to thank your Master. As you're in training I'll overlook that mistake." Slap!

"Nine, thank you, Master!" I continued hitting her lovely butt until each cheek had received 5 hits turning her natural whitish skin to rosy red. Each time she faithfully counted and thanked me. To reward her, I slipped my hand between her legs and massaged her mound. She quickly opened her legs further to give me better access, lightly moaning as she did. Her pussy began to feel moist as she pushed it harder against my hand, increasing her pleasure. As I felt her red bush, an idea germinated in my brain, but to make it happen I needed to restrain not only her hands but also each of her legs and I had only one sash left. I needed to find something to bind her feet and hold her in a spread-eagle position on the bed. All of a sudden it hit me, we had each put straps around our suitcases; if I could find them I could bind her. Luckily I quickly found them inside the suitcases which were under the bed.

"On your back slave!" I shouted. She quickly obeyed again with a giggle, clearly enjoying the game we were playing. I loosened the sash holding both her hands together and tied it to one wrist, before securing it to the side of the bed. I bound the other wrist with the second sash, tying it to the other side. Shoving a pillow, covered with a towel, under her butt, I tied each foot with the suitcase straps and finally had her exactly the way I wanted, nicely spread-eagled and fully restrained. To make sure she had no idea what I was going to do, I needed to cloud her hearing as well. I took her phone, put the earplugs in her ears, and turned the music on. I checked with her that the level wasn't too high as I didn't want to damage her ears. Now for my plan of operation shave, Grace had a nice full red bush, it was beautiful and I'd fallen in love with it as you might recall during our first photo session. Although I truly loved it, I wanted to see what she would look like with a nicely shaved mound. I needed to tread very carefully so as not to raise her suspicion before it was done. The best way was to keep her off balance by stimulating her pussy while bringing her to the edge of an orgasm and keeping her there, but first I wanted to torture her nipples a bit. With not much to work with, I was winging it, using a pair of thin shoelaces. I sucked on one of her nipps until it was hard and as big as I could get it, then slid one of the shoelaces in a slip knot over it. After I did the same to the other one I began tightening them, resulting in a painful whimper, but no safe word. I continued tickling her sides approaching her abdomen and crotch trying to make her focus only on pleasure. Taking the can of shaving cream I squirted some on my hand and applied it to her pussy, massaging it into her curly hair. She squirmed, though not immediately realizing what I was doing...I stopped and waited for a reaction, but none came, so I continued until...

"Are you going to shave me?"

"Euh...why do you think that?"

"You have taken 2 of my senses away, sight and hearing, but you forgot about the smell, and I distinctly smell your shaving cream you're now applying to my pussy."

"Damn, I wanted it to be a surprise to see how you would react."

"Don't worry, it was one of the things I was going to ask you to do during our trip, I want to see what my pussy looks like, completely hairless, so yes please continue."

At least she wasn't freaking out, that was a relief, no point anymore to keep her blindfolded and inundate her ears with music.

"Welcome back," I said after removing the blindfold and earplugs and untying her."

"Oh golly, can I watch? I want to see how you do this, are you gonna shave everything off, or are you going to leave something, and if you do in what shape?"

"You definitely are into this aren't you? And yes I want to leave a little landing strip, I'm not sure if I should shape it as a rectangle or as an arrow, and if I do where do I make the arrow point to, up or down."

"Definitely down, towards my pussy."

"OK, we'll go for that then."

"Will you be careful?"

"No, I'm gonna cut everything away and leave a bloody mess. Of course I'll be careful, I want to feast on that pussy of yours several times during this trip, so lie still before accidents happen."

"Yes, Master!"

I hadn't done this very often in my life, but how hard could it be? I'd shaved my face, my dick, and my balls thousands of times without accidents. What I wouldn't do is apply aftershave when I was done, I tried that once on myself and it got so hot and painful I never did it again. I remember another instance when I was playing with champagne on a woman's body. It was very nice to pour some in her belly button and let it flow down towards her pussy and then drink it from there, but after she had cum I tried it again but then the alcohol started to burn her clit. Even trying to suck it clean didn't help, and I never saw her again after that experiment. After 15 minutes I was done shaving. I gave her cunt a kiss and licked it for good measure, after which she immediately jumped up and hurried to the bathroom, to see what I'd done.

"Oh, it's so cute, I love it!" she screamed, "now I want you to fuck my bald pussy, fuck me hard, doggy style!"

She came running out of the bathroom and began tearing at my clothes, just like you see sometimes in the movies. I was buck naked in 10 seconds flat, my dick in her mouth, as she was trying to get me harder. After what I'd just done to her that was easy. Once she got me how she wanted, she jumped on the bed and assumed the position, sticking her butt invitingly in the air. Her cunt was already dripping wet from the shaving session so I slithered my cock balls deep into her cunt without any effort at all.

"Oh yes make me cum please I need it, I need it so bad," she growled deep in her throat.

Grabbing her hips I began to rhythmically pound her freshly shaved pussy, drawing whimpers of pleasure from her lips. Ten minutes and one orgasm later she insisted on taking the lead and ordered me to lie on my back, while she straddled me, impaled herself on my cock, and began riding me. This allowed me to play with all her other goodies, for starters her bouncing boobs which I grabbed successfully with both hands pinching her nipples hard between thumb and index finger. Her facial expression showed they were still very sensitive from the treatment with the shoelaces, but her voice betrayed her pleasure by her increased moaning. After a few minutes of manhandling her tits, I moved south towards her pleasure center. She was trying to stimulate her clitty as much as she could in the way she was riding me, but past experience had taught me this was not the best way to build an orgasm. To reach that ultimate goal, she needed just that little bit more stimulation, and I was in exactly the right position to provide the perfect stimulation of her pleasure button with my thumb. With my hand flat on her mound, I enticed her clit from under its protective hood and massaged it, alternating gentle pressure with all-out hard rubbing. The effect was astounding, her breathing increased, and she pulled in her stomach while arching her back, her arms swaying high above her head.

All the while she kept uttering high-pitched yelps of pleasure. "That feels soooooo goooood, keep going, rub my clit!", she cried out, while she grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples hard.

"Yes, make me cum!"

What else could I do to bring her over the finish line, maybe she needed some stimulation like a racehorse just a few yards away from victory! Not having a riding crop I slapped her butt hard with my right hand; not expecting this, she screamed out loud, but it did the trick. I felt her go completely rigid, panting, while her pussy clamped, like a vice, down on my cock. Her mouth was still wide open after the last cry but at first, nothing but air came rushing out, though after a short while she did produce a few small gurgles. She came like a geyser spraying my abdomen profusely with her aromatic cum. She stayed like that for several seconds, after which she collapsed on my chest, totally winded, her body making small twitches as her orgasm died down. After 5 minutes she came back; lifting herself with her arms she looked me in the face, all of a sudden realizing I was still lodged rock hard in her pussy.

"Oh my god, that was the most powerful orgasm I've had in years and you're still hard?"

"Yes dear, I haven't cum yet, so if you want we can go another round."

"Can we? I've never experienced multiple orgasms, can you do that for me?"

"Of course, I'm well-rested. You've done all the work so far, now it's my turn," upon which I put my arms around her and quickly flipped her over, bringing her into a missionary position. I slowly pulled out of her overheated cunt drawing a sigh from her lips.

"Could you please make love to me this time?"

"Absolutely my dear, I think we've fucked enough, it would be a great pleasure to make love to you this time, I'll be very gentle, I promise, though should warn you there may be some in and out movement involved!"

Before she could respond I closed her mouth with mine, giving her a tender kiss, with little taps with my tongue against her lips, like knocking at her door; a door which she gladly opened, inviting me in for further exploration. Quickly she responded, making circles around my tongue with hers. Resting on my elbows, I tenderly took her face between my hands, while she crossed her ankles around my lower back, surrendering herself completely to me while she tenderly stroked my upper back. I'd slipped out of her, my cock just resting atop her pussy. I tried to get back in, but failed, so she came to my rescue, taking my dick and guiding it back into her sopping hole, pushing me firmly inside. I continued the movement as I slid deep inside her hot tunnel, moving back again as I developed a steady rhythm. I made sure that I was at the right angle to give her magic little appendage maximum stimulation, and continued for around ten minutes until I felt the silky walls of her pussy beginning to twitch, as another orgasm built slowly inside her. She held my head with both hands pulling our lips together, our tongues still battling. She arched her back, pushing her crotch firmly against mine, seeking more stimulation while I felt her rock-hard nipples almost punch holes in my chest. I felt my juices churning in my ballsack, about ready to explode. I lifted my upper body on my arms, pulling away from her face, as I prepared to flood her pussy with my hot, gooey cum. She looked at me questioningly, wanting to know why I had stopped kissing her.

"I'm cumming," I said quietly feeling her cunt contracting around my pole, her eyes rolling up, her breath increasing fivefold. I felt my sperm race up my shaft shooting out of me making her go rigid and climax as well.

"Me tooooooo, " she responded, even quieter than I, making this the most intense orgasm we had ever had together.

After that, we finally got to our now much-needed siesta, which was the original intention before we got sidetracked by talk about BDSM. We woke a few hours later leaving just enough time to get ready for dinner. Luckily it wasn't a formal night, so we could just throw on some casual clothes, which would come in handy when we went dancing later.

Thus ended our first week onboard this wonderful ship, 3 more days at sea before we hit our next port of call. The weather was still very nice, so tomorrow we could soak up some more sun at the pool, topping up our vitamin D levels to full for the coming winter. The second week of the cruise was to prove a lot more adventurous, as we involved Lori and Mel in a very interesting bondage session