My Voyage of Submission Ch. 07

"Yes, Mistress. I'm looking forward to it."

"We'll be going to the Captain's cabin when the meal is over. Please join us when you're done with the clean up."

"Of course, Mistress."

She removed her hand from my leg and sucked her fingers, removing the dampness found so near to my core.

"Tasty. I shall enjoy having it from the source."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Oliva said, "Master, you still haven't told me what punishment I've earned from this morning."

"What was I going to punish you for again?"

She blushed. "For cumming on a cock other than yours, Master."

"Yes, I remember. Nothing. You will get no punishment."

"I orgasmed five times, Master."

"True. You were very bad to cum on what you thought were other cocks, but in the end, it was only my cock you orgasmed on. I was the only one to fuck you."

Oliva looked at him in amazement. "I know, I know. Henry and James were very good to play along with our little game for which I understand they were rewarded with ninety minutes with Beth, but it was only me fucking you. I'm working my way towards letting you fuck other people. Do you remember the club, Golden?"

"Yes, sir?" Questioning.

"You will go there the ships last night in Buenos Aires with Joshua's slaves, watch the men dance and strip and pick out one to spend the night with. One of Joshua's bodyguards will watch to make sure you're treated well and to tell me you were properly fucked by someone else. We will go to your Tia's home with the cum of another man running down your legs."

Oliva shivered. "What will you be doing, sir?"

"Fucking a Lady of the Night at Madajos with Joshua, Hannah and Angelique."

So Master hadn't lied about Professor Kline knowing where we were going. Not that I expected he would, but it was nice to know.

******

Later in the meal, Sahar tugged on my arm. "What can I get you, Sahar?"

She asked me something in Arabic and Fatima translated.

"Sahar wants to know if you're going to spend the night sexually with the Captain and Mistress Lynn."

"Not the night, only two hours," I replied.

"Won't your Master be upset you're having sex with the Captain?" Sahar asked through Fatima.

"No. He offers my sexual services as a prize to the crew for their hard work. There is a drawing every day. Normally, just a single orgasm for the men who wins me or fifteen or twenty minutes of pleasure to the women. The weekly winner gets two hours. Captain Amundsen won my services. Before you arrived, the winner had their choice of sex in their cabins or using us right there at the morning muster. Since we don't want to expose you freed slaves to something which might upset you, and make you feel you must do the same, we've hidden that aspect of our service to Master from you?"

"And you don't care if you are used sexually by different people."

"No, it was my choice to be used this way."

"Are you or were you a whore who had sex for money?"

"No. I never did, but I admit to enjoying sex with others, both men and women, which I discovered after my submission. My morality does not prohibit sex with other people who are also consenting. If I have the permission of my Master, I'm more than willing to have sex with others. I enjoy being of service to others."

Sahar nodded thoughtfully after Fatima's translation. "You western women are very strange."

I kissed her forehead. "To anyone raised as you were, we would be very strange. I make no judgements as to which way is better. This way works for me and I am happy with it."

Fatima asked, "What would I need to do to have sex with Pierre?"

"As Mistress and submissive, or just to have sex."

"I don't know. What's the difference?"

"As Mistress and slave, all aspects of his sexual encounter would be under your control. He could only do what you allowed him to do, even to the extent of whether he was allowed to cum. However, before you can become his Mistress, you must establish the rules which he agrees to before hand. Normally, we choose to use a written agreement which both people have signed so it's very clear to everyone what the rules are. Additionally, Pierre would have a safe word. If he speaks his safe word, everything you are doing must stop. For instance, if you were whipping him too hard, he may speak his safe word and his whipping must stop. That is the main difference between what you went through and what he would. He has the ultimate control of what happens to him. You did not.

"If you want regular sex, you need only ask if he's interested in having sex. If he is, you may. You would not have as much control over what he did while you had sex, although he will not force you to do more than you want to do as he is both a gentleman and a submissive, so he would tend to want to be pleasing to you. Neither of you can force the other to do something they don't wish to do. It would be sex much as you had with your boyfriends previously."

"Does it make any difference that I'm younger than he is?"

"None whatsoever."

"I don't know if I would want penetration yet, but oral sex might be nice."

"Then tell him you're only interested in oral sex by him on you. He agrees or not. Either you spend another evening as you have, or spend an evening enjoying oral sex. If it's only oral sex you're interested in, you won't need to be on birth control, but if you're contemplating more, you should make sure you don't have an unwanted pregnancy."

Sahar asked what we were talking about and Fatima explained it to her. Sahar looked at Pierre and said something back. Fatima laughed and said something in return. My curiosity got the best of me.

"What did she say?"

"She said if she were going to have sex with someone, it wouldn't be Pierre, it would be with the Captain or your Master and you're very lucky to have sex with both. I replied that Pierre has offered to be my slave and perhaps I should find out if he's any good before I decide to take him up on it."

I put my hands over my face in mock surprise, saying "Sahar! That doesn't sound like something a good Muslim girl would say."

Fatima translated and Sahar replied, a somewhat sad look on her face.

"She said she hasn't been a good Muslim girl for four years, hasn't prayed in nearly that long, and doubts she can be one again. She might as well get used to the reality."

I hugged her and she started crying, sobbing rather hard on my shoulder. Fatima began hugging her as well. The other three ducklings wondered what was going on and asked Fatima why Sahar was crying. Sahar explained it to them and they relaxed, though they were just as sad as she was, knowing their previous lives were over. It was especially hard for the two pregnant women. It's what put a damper on the rest of the dinner.

The problem was, there wasn't much we could do for them. Master would make sure they didn't have to sell themselves or starve, but the life they knew was over.

******

After dinner was over, Edgar and Ethan went with the Klines into the city to make purchases, Master disappeared with Francesca, and the ducklings and Fatima disappeared together. Belle and I cleaned up with James, then went our separate ways, Belle to her Mistress and Master, and me to the Captain's cabin. Both Björn and Lynn were naked on the bed. Lynn had hold of the Captain's mast and was nuzzling his jewels. He wasn't erect quite yet, but he was interested in the proceedings.

"You have me for two hours, sir. What would you like me to do?"

"Whatever Lynn wants," he replied. "She makes sure I enjoy myself."

"Beth, you can start by helping me put a bit more steel in Björn's sword, then I think you and I should get into a sixty-nine with you on the bottom so the Captain can fuck me. After I have an orgasm with him in me, we'll turn over so he can fuck the other one. When he cums in one of us, the other one can clean his cum out of our cunts. Then we'll see if we can get him hard enough to fuck again."

I climbed into the bed with them and inhaled Björn's cock like the slave slut I was. It didn't take long and he was filling my mouth with his meat. I rolled onto my back and Lynn climbed over me and in a trice, the Captain's sword was well sheathed in a squirming Lynn. Between his cock and my tongue, Lynn came quickly and as soon as her tremors stopped, we rolled over and the Captain went to my side of the bed and filled me up. I took no longer than Lynn did to orgasm, and we rolled over again.

Ten times the Captain switched ends before grunting loudly and filling my cunt with his sperm. Lynn didn't hesitate. As soon as he was pulling out of my cunt, she had her mouth smothering my folds and digging for every drop of his seed which she lapped and slurped out of me. Of course, I kept doing her at the same time as she'd been turned quite juicy by our fucking. Then she sucked our cum off Björn's cock.

"A little exercise to work off our fine dinner," Lynn said, panting. "I wouldn't want to put any of those pounds back I worked so hard to lose."

"I like a generous woman," the Captain said, stroking her cheek.

"I'm generous now. I don't want to become a blimp." She smiled up at him. "Thanks for saying so, though. Can you work your magic mouth, Beth, and get the Captain ready for another round?"

"Happy to," I said. "By the way, Björn, I think you have a secret admirer."

"Really, who?" Lynn asked. "Would they care if it were a threesome?"

"Sahar," I replied. "And I don't have a clue about the last."

"The woman who started crying?" Björn asked.

"Yes. Fatima told Sahar she was thinking of having sex with Pierre and Sahar said she think she'd prefer sex with the Captain or Master. I teasingly told her she didn't sound like a good Muslim girl and she replied she hasn't been one for four years and she might as well face the reality she can never be one again. It's when she began crying."

I started sucking the Captain's prick.

"Poor girls. I can't imagine anything like that," Lynn said. "You can choose not to play at slavery whenever you want. They couldn't."

I lifted off Björn long enough to say, "Worse yet, they were all virgins when taken, Mistress. Now two of them are pregnant and they all feel they're ruined for normal relationships. Their faith is a harsh Mistress."

I bobbed back down his half hard cock, taking all of him down my throat, making Björn gasp.

"Maybe we should adopt them if they can't go back to their families," Lynn said.

"You haven't even agreed to marry me," Björn said, "and you're talking about adopting children, grown children I know, but still young and soon with grandchildren."

Whoa! Had the Captain asked Lynn to marry him? My ears pricked up.

"I like the way things are, Björn. You're halfway married to the sea anyway. We can fuck anytime we want and you don't care if I have my two slaves to take care of. At the end of this voyage, I go back to Brooklyn, jobless and without many prospects for future employment, and you go back to doing whatever you do for Joshua. You'd be gone for months on end. I'd hardly ever see you."

I lifted off Björn's shaft again, though I kept stroking it to keep him engaged.

"Lynn, you're forgetting one very important fact in your computations about how often you'd get to see Bjorn,"

"What fact is that?"

"Master is married to Miranda now. He can't openly acknowledge he owns slave submissives. Anytime he goes out, he can't be seen to have me or any of the other slaves he's now acquired. He needs someone to manage his slaves in public. You're that person. You can control and manage his slaves without it reflecting negatively on Miranda.

"I would think you have a job as long as you want one being the public face of my slavery. That includes being my controller whenever we're in public; New York, another cruise, Washington, D.C., North Carolina or wherever Master chooses to live. As long as Miranda is a Congresswoman, or perhaps even longer, he'll need you. You're a natural Mistress who he feels can manage his slaves as well as he does. Miranda, Master and I discussed it briefly before the wedding, but I don't see any problem with you speaking to Master about it."

Lynn looked like she was in shock. Her mouth was gaping as she stared first at me, then Björn, then me again.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course. Master can't drag me around on a leash while he's married to Miranda. She'd be a laughingstock and her career would suffer or end. But he can't be held responsible for whatever you do. You could make me crawl behind you without any repercussions to him or Miranda at all. I suppose we could have mentioned it to you, but this doesn't have to end for you when this voyage is over."

She looked back at Björn. "If this is true, you better go shopping for wedding rings, Björn." Lynn started kissing him, pushing him back on the bed.

I began sucking his cock again. My work wasn't done yet. We still needed a hard dick for the celebration. It didn't take him long.

"What next?" I asked.

"I want to thank you for inviting me to your room in the hotel. You have utterly changed my life for the better, Beth. And for all the work you did with my slaves. I can't thank you enough for all you mean to me," she glanced at Björn, "to us. Not only my life, but my slaves' lives as well. I don't think they've ever been happier than they are now and that's mostly due to you as well."

Lynn made me mount Björn's mast in a reverse cowgirl while she licked my clit and his ball sack. I slowly rode him while she caressed both of us orally. I must have climaxed half a dozen times before Björn groaned and arched off the bed and filled me a second time with his cum. Lynn cleaned his cock when it fell out of me, then licked up all that dripped from my cunt afterward, having to lap up whatever she missed initially from me when it dripped on him.

Next, she rode Björn's face while we both worked to stiffen his tool.

"You're fucking insatiable," Björn mumbled from under her pussy.

"I can afford to be insatiable," Lynn said, "since I've never had much difficulty getting you ready to fuck again, unlike my ex who was one and done. You Vikings are damn lusty pillagers and looters."

Björn's chest rumbled with a deep laugh, but he didn't stop licking his fiancée. When he was stiff again, Lynn rode his rod while I continued to soak his beard in my juices. I don't know who'd been working on Björn's oral skills, but he was good, and that beard and mustache rubbing against my bald cunt felt great. When our two hours were up, I felt limp from the number of orgasms I'd had.

I congratulated them on their upcoming nuptials and asked if I had their permission to spread the news.

"If what you said is true and I don't have to give this up when this voyage is over, you can tell anyone you want to," Lynn said. "I've got myself a nice hunk of man who isn't concerned if I take a little pleasure from my slaves and I'm perfectly willing to share all my joy with him."

"Well, technically," Björn said, "I was sharing Beth with you. I won her, you know."

"Technically, you're right," Lynn said, kissing him quickly, "but we both know you wouldn't fuck her unless I was okay with it."

"True enough," he laughed. "You've got me twisted around your little finger. I should probably just give in and submit to you myself."

"Don't you dare. I have enough slaves. I want someone who isn't afraid to take charge once in awhile. In fact, if you wanted to bend me over the dining room table and have your way with me in front of the others, they'll know I'm yours."

Björn laughed again and picked her up off the ground like a toy, spun her around, and gave her a massive hug. "Be careful what ideas you plant in my head, Lynn. I pay attention to what you say."

"Thanks for the wonderful time, Mistress, Captain. I had loads of fun."

"Put me down, you big oaf. I need to give proper goodbyes," Lynn said.

Björn set her down and she rushed over to me and planted a lip lock on me. "I love you, Beth," she said when she released me.

"I love you too, Mistress."

I planted one on the Captain as well. "Congratulations, Captain. I think you've captured a winner. You should be a very happy man."

"No argument from me," he said.

******

I went to Master's cabin and he was on a video call with Miranda. She was licking Maria's cunt while Pete pounded her back door. Francesca and Belle were kissing and fondling each other on the couch. I knelt at Master's feet and asked him if he wanted me to relieve his erection.

He kissed my forehead and nodded. I bent over his lap and removed his cock, sucking it gently for several minutes while he watched his wife getting fucked. As Peter orgasmed in her ass, Master released a load of cum in my mouth. Hot and salty, thick ribbons of his cream, I gently swallowed all of it, spurt after spurt, accepting his offering. His pulses slowed, finally died and I lifted off his cock, tucking him away.

"Miranda," he said, "If you get Pete hard again he can fuck your cunt now, but jacketed, not bareback, and no more than two orgasms for you. He will punish you with ten strokes for each orgasm over two."

"Yes, Master," Miranda said, turning and sucking Petes diminishing cock as he pulled out of her ass.

"Did she cleanse herself, sir?" I asked, watching her attack Peter's prick.

"She was ordered to," Master said. He disconnected the call. "Did you have a good time with Lynn and Björn?"

"Yes, Master. It seems the Captain had asked Lynn to marry him and she was resistant. Said she'd never see him anyway after the cruise, and was happy with the way things were now. She thought she had no place in our life after this voyage was over. I realized we'd never discussed our marriage conversations with her. How she'd need to be the holder of your leashes to protect Miranda. I told her she could plan to remain in your employ and care for your slaves in public. I hope that was all right. It seems we'll have to plan for another wedding now, depending on when they set a date."

He stroked my cheek. "We were remiss in not discussing those plans with her. I didn't think there was a rush to do so. I didn't realize a marriage proposal was dependent on her knowing."

He pulled me into his lap and I rested my head against his broad chest.

"Who's getting married?" Francesca asked, surfacing into the here and now.

"Captain Amundsen and Lynn, though she's just now said yes, so we can expect to have some time to plan," I said.

"Good. I'm going home in a few days and I'd like to see them tie the knot. Does this mean we won't be fucking Björn anymore?"

"Lynn seems to be flexible on the subject of extramarital sex, so I suspect we'll still get to fuck him," I laughed. "The celebration when she accepted his proposal was pretty epic."

Master laughed and pulled me tighter while lifting my chin so he could kiss me. My lips parted to accept his tongue, conducting an invasion of my mouth.

"I didn't have a chance to ask before," Belle said, waiting for our kiss to end. "Why did Sahar start crying?"

"Probably partly my fault. Fatima was wondering what she should do to have sex with Pierre and when Fatima explained to Sahar what she was asking, Sahar said if she was fucking someone, it would be Master or the Captain."

"Really?" Francesca said. "Master might have more females to fuck? Did she start crying when you told her she couldn't?"

"No. I jokingly said it didn't sound like the sort of thing a good Muslim girl would say. She said she hasn't been a good Muslim girl for four years and she might as well face reality. That's when she started crying. I feel so bad for them. All young virgins taken by evil men and ruined for any normal life they might have lived. Yes, they might find some man who can overlook what happened to them and possibly accept a child in the case of Maahnoor and Ateefah, but it will probably be someone more westernized and less accepting of their faith, and their own faith will also make it harder for them to be accepted in their own society, as it treasures purity more than we care about it. It's all just so sad. I know you will ensure they don't starve or suffer in poverty, Master, and the fact you do this for them means so much to me, but I wish they could have their original lives back."