My Descent into Slavery Ch. 20

"I don't count myself as an original crew member because I was brought aboard because I was submissive, and that was my purpose. Nor do I include Hannah, or Angelique, Hannah's wife, as Hannah is Master's PA and travels with him and Ange came so she wasn't parted from her wife for a whole year. Hannah was one of Master's first submissives, and is a switch, currently Dominating two other women because she's primarily a lesbian or lesbian leaning bisexual. We've added several freed slaves, one of whom was actually Dominant and one submissive. Master added Lynn so she could Dominate me in situations where he couldn't, especially important after he got married to Miranda. Then, he added Francine and Belle, my other sister slaves. We added Delphine and Darla during the cruise. Delphine is submissive, Darla is not. She just loves to fuck. We've run across a number of other people, who have tended to fall into submissive or Dominant categories, partly because I've been able to identify them as such. They may have remained ignorant of their status if I hadn't figured them out.

"I would guess that if you tested twenty women, three would be on the submissive end of the spectrum, with one of those being a full blown submissive, so five percent submissive and another ten percent leaning that way. If you have forty females you have regular contact with, I'll suspect two might be submissive, but one of those may be looking for a Mistress. If you identify a woman who would be interested in submission, I'm still going to be in Florida for some period of time working on my thesis. You'd be one short flight away, and I'd be happy to show her everything she'd need to know to be a pleasing slut to her Master. I have already trained a rather large number of submissives to be pleasing, including my three sister slaves, Angelique and Delphine."

"I'd love to try."

Darla cried out in orgasm as Rupert filled her cunt with his seed. She pushed him onto his back and put her pussy over his mouth. He was apparently as enamored of her pheromones as anyone else who got close to her pussy and his tongue quickly invaded her love tunnel to clean her up. Perhaps it wasn't the Prime Minister who'd licked the cum dripping from my orifices earlier. I took a half minute to clean up his cock, coated in cum, before he sat back in the spa again.

I spoke to Master Minnick. "I'll set up an iPad for you before you leave, only in English, and you'd need to send me the results because they need to be entered into a matrix to be scored. I can't tell from answers alone, although I've noticed similarities in responses over time."

"You should parade Beth through your offices in a collar and leash," Sahar said. "Nothing makes submissives pop out of the woodwork like seeing a submissive slut on a leash."

I laughed and kissed her, letting her taste Darla and Rupert on my tongue. "Perhaps we'll make a visit to the Prime Minister after we've identified a couple of suspects and do just that. I can also discreetly fuck him again. We could get in some more ocean swimming and scuba diving. Probably need our scuba cards first."

"How do you go diving without scuba certifications?" Rupert asked, his mouth now free of Darla's cunt, just wiping his face.

"When some of your shipmates are Navy SEALs and British Special Boat Squadron special forces types, they can teach you to dive without giving you a card, and the ship carries everything needed to put a dozen divers in the water.

"I imagine," Rupert said.

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My lady bits soothed by the bubbling hot water, and feeling relatively clean, I didn't even bother with a shower before supper. Once again, our guests wore nothing but their robes. I sat in my temporary Master's lap at the head of the table and let him feed me again. I always felt so submissive when I was fed naked in a lap. Pierre had outdone himself, preparing a Caribbean dish he'd learned from Simone. Master Minnick liked playing with me as he fed me, just as Master did. I was leaking onto his robe and his cock once again tented it.

The meal over, I made an announcement asking all of the freed slaves, their spouses, significant others, and children to meet the Prime Minister on the helicopter deck.

When they joined us, I introduced them, with brief explanations of the circumstances that led them to us, their original state of mind, that two were pregnant, who'd married men on the ship. Three of them had chosen careers and were working towards that goal. Two others had married, since then, love matches and not because of need. They recognized Jake from their last visit, as he'd bartended, then joined in making me airtight, now married to Hibbah, who wanted to be in medicine, Farah, dating Leo, their helicopter pilot, wanting to fly herself, Fatima, married to Edgar, with a slave of her own, captaining the ship under Björn's guidance.

"The reason I wanted you to meet these people, Prime Minister Minnick, is because of your actions and assistance, over fifty other young women just like them were rescued from the life that they'd faced. You stepped up, sir. You helped. You didn't have to, but you did. It's all fine and dandy when someone voluntarily submits as I do, but a completely different matter when they don't.

"None of them asked for the life they led. It was thrust upon them in the most brutal fashion you can imagine. Fatima and Yasmine still carry the scars of the stingray barbs on their backs. Fatima, Yasmine, Farah, Hibbah, and Maahnoor, all carry Mahmoud's brand on their buttocks. It can't be removed, burned too deeply into their flesh for cosmetic surgery to help. Every one rescued that day doesn't carry that same brand, given to them on their final day of training. I'm not wearing that brand; seconds away from feeling my flesh burn from hot iron, I was rescued. That is why Joshua is so glad that he helped you when you needed it, and that you returned the favor when he needed it. I'm just expressing my thanks in the way that I best know how. I wish I could do more."

"Everyone, this is Prime Minister Manfred Minnick, head of state to the Commonwealth of The Bahamas, and his bodyguard, Rupert. When I was taken and enslaved by Mahmoud, the Prime Minister allowed Joshua this very island to build a mock up of Mahmoud's mountain headquarters so the men he gathered to rescue me, would have a place to train and prepare their assault. I know some of you freed slaves came here to make sure that what they built, looked like what they were assaulting. It is not often a leader of an independent nation will allow large bodies of armed men in their country. How would he know that they wouldn't be turned on his own nation at some point. He gave Joshua the benefit of the doubt and allowed this to happen. For the generosity he showed, I am serving as his submissive for the day. I'd like you all to greet him and thank him on my behalf, and for all the others rescued with me."

Each of them shook his hand, let him hold their children, a couple even hugged him, Hibbah and Yasmine.

When he'd greeted them all, I took him back to Master's cabin and fucked him again, the last time today, cumming with permission six more times, but past the ten allowed by Master.

After I cleaned him off and Sahar cleaned me for the final time, I put myself over his lap for my spanking.

"Why don't we save this one for when you visit me again?" PM Minnick asked.

I turned and smiled at him. "Why don't you spank me now, and you can give me another the next time I see you?"

"I don't think I can do you justice this time," he sad, pointing to his cock, currently sadly flagging.

"I don''t need you to fuck me, Master. I have my wife to give me pleasure after you tan my hide again."

He laughed and spanked me, thirty more times, in accordance with Master's instructions. I got him an iPad and deleted anything not pertinent to my survey and gave it to him. I also gave him something else, a drawing.

He unrolled the picture. It was the nude that Sahar had done of me. Her name was on the bottom.

"I was going to give this to my Master, sir, but Sahar can draw him another. I'd like you to have this, as our gift to you. You may keep the iPad. I've removed personal information from it. There are written instructions for taking the survey. May it lead to finding what you desire, a delicious slave slut of your own."

We said goodbye and I saw him off. Sahar and I returned to our room. Master's sheets needed to be changed.

"Did you get enough fucking today?" Sahar asked.

"Almost," I replied.

"Almost. You fucked him like six times today, and Rupert twice, Darla and me once. How much more fucking do you need?"

"Just one more, with you." I reached under the sheet and pulled out a Feeldoe. "You fucked me, now I want to fuck you."

"Hell, yes."

I inserted it in my cunt, turned it on and fucked my beloved to ten orgasms. Then we both fell asleep and slept like the dead.

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