My Voyage of Submission Ch. 02

Miranda climaxed for the third time and as soon as her tremors stopped, she pivoted around and took Felipe's cum drenched shaft back in her mouth. Within three minutes, he was pulsing his load down her throat. The picture was good enough we could see the flexing of his cock and the twitching of his balls with each pump of cream. Miranda's throat moving as she swallowed every drop and cleaned off his cock.

"Miranda," Master said, "if you suck Felipe back to hardness, he can fuck your ass. While he's in your ass, you may cum as much as you want. Tonight, in bed, you may also receive three more orgasms from Maria, but you must give her six in return."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, sir."

I was getting close to my second. "Master, may I please cum sir?" I asked.

"Beg for it, slave," he replied.

As he fingered me faster and deeper, I begged. "Master, please let me cum. I'll suck your cock. I'll let you fuck my ass. I'll do whatever you wish, sir. Just let me cum sir. I need to cum so bad."

My traitorous body was thrusting my hips against his hand, seeking release, knowing I wouldn't get permission and get punished again. On the screen, Miranda was desperately sucking Felipe's cock, knowing she'd get to cum more if only he were hard enough to fuck her ass.

"Please, please, sir. I beg you to let me cum," I whimpered.

Herman's eyes were ping ponging back and forth from the screen to me, who trying to force Master's fingers deeper, desperately imploring for my release.

"Master, I can't last any longer. Please, sir." It hit me like a punch in the stomach, waves of electric pleasure swirling through my body. "I'm cumming sir," I moaned. "I had no choice, Master. You know me so well." I was finally still, my beating heart and throbbing cunt the only things of mine moving, even my breath stilled, soaking Master's fingers. Oliva's fingers still moved through her folds, her panties pulled aside.

Master slowed down, his fingers doing just enough to keep me on edge. Miranda had gotten Felipe hard enough to fuck her again. We saw him spear into her ass after first dipping into her sodden cunt. Master ended the call and the screen went blank.

"You've earned yourself twenty more swats, Beth. One would think you love having your ass spanked."

"Yes, Master," I laughed. "One would think," emphasizing the word 'would'. I kissed him.

"Herman, I know you probably think of me as a rich, sadistic bastard who chooses to abuse women. In a way, I understand. I wasn't raised thinking it was okay to lay hands on a woman, but I do not believe I have ever done anything which would actually constitute abuse. I've never broken bones or left severe bruises. I've never struck a woman in the face or left scars on her. To fully understand what this lifestyle is about, and to completely appreciate the relationship of a Master and his slave, I think you have to spank a squirming, naked slave for yourself. There's actually nothing quite like it."

Herman hesitated.

"Go on, Herman," Oliva said from behind him, pulling her hand up, wiping it on her skirt. "We don't need to discuss this. You're not committing adultery by spanking her. I think it would help you comprehend their relationship. You and I don't understand why Beth is attracted to this manner of living. Now's the time to find out why. Do it. Beth is right. You don't have any ethics violations related to this issue."

Professor Kline was still hesitating. I gave him a tiny nudge.

"Please, Professor, I'm sure you won't strike me nearly as hard as Master would." Giving him an opportunity to save me.

"She's right," Oliva said, "You'll probably go easier than Joshua would."

"Fine. What do I do?"

"Beth will lie over your lap," Master said. "I recommend you use your hand as you've never done this before and your hand does provide feedback as to how hard you're striking her."

I lay over his lap with my bottom raised, feeling his erection against my left hip and my nether lips aimed at his wife, spreading my legs slightly to give both of them a view of my aroused and sodden pussy. Herman's hand rested on my ass. This was so fucking arousing. Lying over the professor's lap, a college crush of mine, with his sexy wife about to see him wale on my upturned buns while his cock pressed against me.

He gave me a gentle pat. I barely felt it.

"That one doesn't count, Professor. Master will spank me again if that's the best you can do."

"Harder, Herman," Oliva said. "Her ass didn't even change color."

He hit me harder. He was getting there, but he needed another push.

"Did that one count, Master?"

"No, I'll need to paddle you again if that's as hard as Herman dares strike you. This is supposed to be a punishment, not a game of patty cake." Master was playing along.

"Please, Professor, you need to hit me harder."

"Herman, you used to punish our children harder than that. It's not as if Beth isn't used to it," Oliva said.

He struck me a third time. That was more like it. Not as hard as any of the other Dominants on the ship, but okay for a novice.

"One, thank you, Professor. May I have another. Just a wee bit harder, sir. Don't forget to move my spanks around. Do both cheeks and move side to side."

Another smack to the other cheek. Perfectly acceptable. I didn't need to push any longer. "Two, thank you, Professor. May I have another. Perfect, sir."

Herman was getting into it and I was enjoying it. The eroticism of this moment rousing my libido more than a simple spanking should. Master had already left me on the edge and this was doing the rest.

At fourteen strokes, I needed to cum.

"Master, may I cum please? I really need to cum."

"That's up to Professor Kline," Master said. "Can Beth cum professor?

He didn't know what to do. Spank me, give me an orgasm, stop, speak or shut up. I was right on the edge. "Please, sir. I need to cum so much, won't you let me cum?"

"For God's sake, Herman. Help the poor girl. You'll paddle her ass until her cheeks are flame red, but you won't ease her pain by giving her an orgasm? What's wrong with you. I'll help you, Beth."

Oliva inserted three fingers in my pussy and fucked me with them, right in front of her husband. I still didn't have permission. "Please professor, if you don't let me cum, you'll need to add another ten strokes." I was writhing with lust on his lap, Oliva's fingers sending me over the top.

"You can cum," Professor Kline said, and I screamed and spasmed, soaking Oliva's fingers. She kept fucking me with them until my contractions eased. Her fingers squelched when she pulled them out, clear pussy fluid dripping off them, spattering on my ass for everyone to stare at.

"I find it best to let Beth lick her cunt cum off my fingers," Master said. "It's tidier that way."

"They certainly are messy," Oliva said. She got up from her position behind me, moved to my head and fed them to me. It wasn't only my pussy juice I tasted on her fingers. I sucked them clean. Herman's cock felt like an iron post digging into my side.

"Professor, Thank you for letting me cum," I said. "You still have six strokes to give me. You need to finish."

I thought the next six spanks he gave me were harder than the first fourteen. Since I'd had an orgasm, they should have felt lighter. I wasn't complaining though.

"Twenty. Thank you professor. That was very good."

I got off his lap. I'd left a puddle of pussy juice on his trousers. I think he would have liked a pillow or a newspaper to hold over his crotch, his cock was so hard. He used Oliva instead, standing behind her as they said their good nights. Herman made a plausible excuse about the lateness of the evening and a day of travel and said they needed to retire. "It's been an education," he said, pulling on Oliva's arm.

As soon as they were out the door, I asked, "Do you think they make it back to their room before Oliva gets fucked?"

Master laughed. "I wouldn't put money on it. Can you tell me what that was all about?"

"No sir, but I had my reasons. Thank you for playing along. I think we need to invite them to the BDSM club tomorrow night, help round out their educations about Dominance and submission."

"Belle and Angelique are handling distraction duties for tomorrow morning. You and Sherry will handle the afternoon meeting."

"Yes, sir. It seems you have an erection begging for relief as much as the professor did. Can I help you?"

"Since we're not babysitting Fatima tonight, do you want to invite Kelly to our bed. She can help you take care of it."

"I'm sure she was hoping to get us earlier in the evening, but she's been anxious for her crack at you. Let's ask."

Master called Kelly. "I realize it's late, Kelly, but Beth and I were wondering if you could join us tonight."

"Fuck, yes. I'll be there in three minutes."

It might have been a few seconds longer than three, but not enough to notice when Kelly knocked. All she had on was a robe. She shrugged it off her shoulders in a crumpled heap as soon as she passed through the door.

I led her to the bed where Master waited, his cock hard and ready. Kelly got everything she was hoping for and more.

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