My Voyage of Submission Ch. 13

While Edgar swapped Marian from back to front, Lynn approached Ben. His cock was hard, suffused with blood and throbbing.

"You seem to enjoy being punished," Lynn said, touching his cock, which jumped. "I've never seen someone so excited to be punished." Lynn started stroking his cock. "You don't have permission to cum, slave, and if you do, you'll not only get ten more strokes on your ass, you'll lick your cum off the deck of Joshua's ship or anywhere else it falls. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Please I need to cum. Please let me cum."

"You haven't done anything to deserve to cum. Slaves have to earn their rewards." She kept stroking him and he strained to keep from cumming. "I think you're about to be a naughty boy who deserves punishment and not a climax, aren't you?"

"Please, Mistress," Ben moaned. "Have pity."

"What about it, Johanna, does this miserable specimen deserve to cum?"

"Not at all. He tried to pretend he was better than his wife, when all the while he was exactly like her, a needy bitch who wanted a firm hand to control him," Johanna said.

"I see," Lynn said, never relinquishing her hold of his cock, still stroking. "Is that right, slave. You pretended you were something other than what you were, a fucking slave who needed a Mistress?"

"Yes, Mistress." Ben was shaking now, quivering like Aspen leaves in a stiff autumn wind. "Ungghh, ungghh, ungghh!" Ben whimpered as his cock shot vast amounts of semen across the deck. Even after his orgasm, Ben was remaining erect.

"Ten more strokes, slave."

Of course, the orgasm would help Ben withstand the spanking, even as it increased the number of swats he'd endure. Lynn started his spanking. Twenty strokes to the meat of his plump ass.

"Mother is going to lick Lynn's cunt and get fucked by both Pierre and Manuel, courtesy of Fatima and Lynn," Johanna said to us. "Lynn will fuck Daddy in the ass with a strap on, but I'd really love for him to suck a cock to really humiliate him, especially one who fucked Mother's ass first, since Mother sucked his shitty dick yesterday. Turnabout is fair play, don't you think?"

Master raised his eyebrows. He was hearing this for the first time. We had a lot of catching up to do.

"Most of the men won't want their cock sucked by another man, Miss," I said. "They think it's too gay. Believe me, I've tried. The one exception might be Chaney. He'd fuck a knothole, I think."

"Really, which one is Chaney?" Johanna asked, looking around.

"The average looking guy standing in the front to the left of Leo."

"Sounds like I need to have a conversation with Chaney. Excuse me."

As soon as she was gone, Master asked, "Marian went ass to mouth?"

"Yes, sir. I almost gagged when she did it, but she definitely did it."

"You and I need to have a conversation. I need to catch up on what's been happening on my ship. I understand three of the ex-slaves had sex last night and it blew up a little?"

"Yes, Master. I think Ateefah thought James was having sex with her preparatory to a marriage. I thought I was clear it was only to see if they could have sex with a man again. Neither Hibbah nor Maahnoor was confused. They both knew it was only sex, but Ateefah took it differently."

"I might have to punish you for that."

"Whatever you feel is appropriate, sir."

Johanna returned, grinning. "All arranged. You're right. He would fuck a knothole. After Manuel and Pierre fuck Mother's cunt, Chaney will fuck her ass and then feed his cock to Daddy while Lynn fucks his ass with a big strap on."

"How submissive are they, Beth?"

"The evidence suggests very submissive, Master, but I haven't entered their results in the matrix yet."

"Is that from their survey?" Johanna asked.

"Yes, Miss."

"Can I know the results?"

"Only with their permission, Miss. It's confidential."

"I suspect you won't have any trouble getting their permission," Johanna said.

Not if she ordered them to tell me, I thought.

Lynn had replaced The Enforcer with a cat and moved back to Marian. Lynn finger fucked Marian to another orgasm before starting her whipping, most of it applied to stomach and thighs, but saving two strokes apiece for each breast and two for her cunt. After each stroke to the breast, Lynn sucked on the huge nipples. Marian climaxed when her cunt was struck, and Lynn kept it going with another round of finger fucking. Marian looked pretty limp when Lynn was finished. Lynn told her to kneel on the deck with her head down and ass in the air.

She looked at Ben, whose cock was still hard despite his recent ejaculation.

"Mr. Hoffler, you do know I'm about to whip your balls, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then why the hell do you have an erection? It's almost as if you want me to whip your cock and balls. Is that what you want? You want me to whip your cock and balls? Is that because you're a miserable excuse for a man? You feel you deserve to be whipped, is that it?"

"Yes, Mistress. I've been bad."

"Really?" She flicked the whip across his buttocks. "How have you been bad?"

"I'm addicted to porn. I watch pornography and masturbate instead of making love to my wife."

Lynn flicked the whip up between his legs, smacking his dangling sack. He jerked and his cock twitched. "You won't be doing that anymore, will you Mr. Hoffler?"

"No, Mistress."

"Why not?"

"My Mistress won't let me masturbate anymore. I can't orgasm without her permission."

"That's right, Ben. You can't touch yourself, you can't cum, you can't do anything without her permission. She now owns your ass, and to prove it, I'm going to fuck your ass this morning. I'm going to wear a big, nine inch strap-on and I'm going to shove it so far up your ass, it will feel like it's coming out of your throat."

"Ooh, Lynn is good, isn't she?" Johanna said. "She's inspiring. I need to get more lessons from her today."

"She's a very good Mistress, Miss. Her slaves are quite happy," I replied.

"Your Mistress now controls both of you. Since you wanted to watch porn instead of fucking your wife, other people are going to fuck her for you, because you don't deserve her, do you?" Lynn whipped his stiff prick and he groaned and twitched some more.

"No, Mistress. I don't deserve her."

"Not-at-all," Lynn said flicking his nut sack with each word. On the third swat he shot another load of cum out of his cock, groaning.

"You've got your work cut out for you, Johanna. You may need to put him in a cock cage, maybe bind his hands behind his back so he can't touch himself."

"I think you're right, Lynn. Give him the last four across his buttocks and let him lick up the mess he's made."

Flick, flick, flick flick, he got the last four, the last one with the tips of the whip snapping across his puckered star, making him jump.

"Edgar release this sorry excuse and let him clean up his mess while a couple real men fuck his wife. When he's done licking up his sperm, put him back in the stocks for his ass fucking."

"You got it, Lynn."

Edgar released Ben who crawled around the deck of the ship searching for his ejaculate and lapping it up. While he did, Pierre came up and shoved his hard prick into Marian who mewled when he shoved into her without preamble. Pierre rammed her hard and fast. He wasn't making love, he was fucking and he wanted Marian to know he was fucking her. He lasted roughly ten minutes, making her orgasm twice, then filling her cunt with a large load of cream. It didn't appear Fatima had let him cum much recently. As soon as he was done, Manuel replaced him. He did the opposite of Pierre. He fucked her nice and slow while playing with her clit. Marian was cumming over and over.

"You see how a real man fucks your wife, Hoffler. You see how she's cumming for him. That's how a real man fucks, Ben. They don't watch porn and stroke themselves off. They fuck their loved ones like this, giving her pleasure," Lynn said. "Get back in the stocks, I'm going to ream your ass."

Sherry handed her a big strap-on and Lynn buckled it on. Edgar had put him back in the stocks again. She walked in front of him and ordered him to suck her big girl cock because it would be the only lube he got. He slobbered over the strap-on to soak it for his poor ass.

"That's enough sissy boy," Lynn said. "It's time for your ass fucking."

She went behind him and despite her tough words, she eased that honking big phallus into his ass. He still groaned up a storm, but he took it all. She paused, so he'd get used to it before she started thrusting, and when she did, she fucked him slow. It wasn't until he started thrusting back against him, she sped up.

Manuel was still fucking Marian and doing a damn fine job. I noticed he slowed or stopped if he got close to cumming, though his finger continued manipulating Marian's clit, no matter what he was doing.

"How many times have you cum, Marian?" Lynn asked.

"At least ten, Mistress," she moaned.

"You see, Ben, how a real man fucks your wife? Have you ever given her ten orgasms in less than a month?"

"No, Mistress."

"Poor Johanna will have to find real men to fuck your wife, Ben; someone who hasn't wasted his life stroking himself off in front of a computer screen. All you're good for is for ass fucking and pussy licking. You can suck the sperm out of your wife's pussy and ass after real men cum in it. You can cum now, Manuel. Fill her cunt with more stud sperm, since Ben didn't want to do it."

"Yes, Mistress." Manuel sped up and unloaded, another big consignment of thick, white cream, to leak out of her pussy.

"Chaney," Johanna said, "please fuck my Mother's ass. Let's put some sperm in there for Father to suck out."

"A pleasure," Chaney said.

True to his word, Chaney dipped into Marian's cunt to coat his cock, then moved north and found her back door.

"Nice and tight, Mrs. H. This is going to be real nice."

Chaney was relatively gentle fucking Marian's ass. Perhaps Johanna told him to go easy on her. She managed to cum a couple times during her ass fucking before Chaney grunted and pulsed another load in her bottom. When he pulled out, she had lots of cum leaking from both holes, a double creampie.

"Remain there, Mother," Johanna said, "Father will be cleaning you up momentarily but he has another task to take care of first."

Chaney walked in front of Ben and lifted his head up by the hair. "Your daughter thought you might like to taste your wife's ass before you going digging inside it for my cum. And while you're at it, she said you owed me a blow job for making her cum twice."

He shoved his half hard dick into Ben's mouth and Ben started sucking and licking. A couple people turned away, unable to watch. Lynn wasn't one of them. She reached around him and felt Ben's cock. It was hard again. Ben was really getting off on the abuse and humiliation.

"You like this, don't you, Ben," Lynn said. "You love getting your ass fucked while sucking the cock of the man who fucked your wife's ass. I can tell. Your dick's hard again. You're going to cum again, aren't you. Nod your head. Don't stop sucking until you get a nice load of cum. Swallow it all, Hoffler, every drop."

Ben nodded. It was obvious. His cock was throbbing again, about to shoot another batch of baby batter, another shot of splooge to lap off the deck. When he released, Lynn sighed and pulled out of his ass.

"Another ten strokes, Ben. You are a sorry excuse for a slave and a sorrier excuse of a man."

She began whacking him with The Enforcer while he finished off Chaney, who happily deposited a fresh fountain of jizz in Ben's mouth. Chaney wiped the last few drops he squeezed from his dick on Ben's face.

"Not bad, mate, but I'm guessing your wife sucks cock better than you. You'll need to practice. I'll be happy to provide a nice dick for you to practice on. Too bad you're leaving us tomorrow. I'm sure someone could have you trained up like a two bit whore with a couple days of your time."

Chaney zipped up and walked off, whistling.

"Looks like I picked the right man for the job," Johanna said, laughing.

"Yes, Miss, but stay away from him yourself. He'll treat you like he treated your Father."

Edgar released Ben again and first he cleaned up Marian, then searched the deck for his last quarter cup of cream, lapping up every drop he found.

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone so deeply into humiliation," Master said. "Lynn had him pegged. He ate that shit up."

"Good double entendre, sir, if a little crass."

"What? Oh, yes," he laughed. "Pegged, eating shit. Freudian slip. Johanna, my wife is receiving her slave badge today. Would you like to watch Francesca put it on her?"

"Sounds delightful. What time?"

"She's taking a day off from her duties at the House, though she's making some phone calls from home today. The package is scheduled to arrive in DC at around six PM our time. I'll have dinner sent to my room and we'll dine there."

"I'm looking forward to it. I should dearly love to meet your wife in person, thank her for all her help in getting me ransomed, then have her lick my cunt."

Master laughed. "Beth trained her. Miranda's very good. All of the slaves Beth has trained are very good."

"I don't doubt it. She's made me scream often enough. When she told me to keep a pillow handy to avoid frightening my parents, I thought she was joking. Well, it's on to the next thing. Thanks for the loan of the collars. I'll return them to you when I've gotten my own."

"Don't worry about it. If you plan on getting a slave you can actually use for sex, keep them for him or her."

She smiled and thanked him. "Mother, Father, kneel before me and accept your collars, then you may kiss my feet."

Johanna put a collar on her mother, not the one she'd removed from me. This was lighter, smaller, more feminine. The heavier collar she gave to her father. They kissed her feet.

"I'm going to work on your slave agreements now with Lynn's and Hannah's help. You can rest assured that everything you've done so far will be allowed by your slave agreement since you've already shown you're willing and capable of doing it. While I do that, you will both go down to the gym as you are now, naked and collared, and I want you to get on the treadmills. You will walk, trot and run, as much as you possibly can, for two hours. We need to get you both into shape. We'll work on aerobic exercises for now, but add pilates and weights at some point. Obviously, we're not going to hide your status from my brother and sister or their spouses. When we get back to Denver, we'll have a homecoming celebration for me. We'll introduce my new slaves to them at that time."

"Yes, Mistress," they both said, heads lowered. Ben's cock twitched again, but Marian was no better. A drop of freshly minted juices dripped from her cunt. I really needed to check their surveys.

"Beth, check with Fatima to see when she'd like her two hours with you. She may use you either this morning or this afternoon after lunch and may include Pierre if she wishes."

"Yes, Master," I said, smiling. "I will use whatever time Fatima doesn't want, to add the Hoffler's surveys to my matrix."

"Is there any doubt as to where they fall?"

"No, sir, only the degree to which they fall there." He kissed me and went to take care of his business.

I checked with Fatima and she said after lunch about 1400 would be good for both her and Pierre. I went to my room and added the Hofflers surveys to my matrix. As expected, Johanna scored high in Dominance, as high as Lynn and almost as high as Master, who was my previous high except for a couple strangers from the club in Buenos Aires. I wondered if they were real slave owners as opposed to Dominants. We'd suspected there were some there, but I had no way of knowing. Marian was by far the most submissive woman I'd tested. Below both Sherry and Miranda, my two previous champs. Ben was the lowest male I'd tested. He still didn't score as low as five women did, but given his actions, I suspected there was a gender bias to the survey I hadn't worked out yet. He seemed more submissive than almost anyone. If he'd been a woman, I wouldn't have been surprised to see him as the all time champion submissive. The way he'd responded to the humiliation and abuse of Lynn and Johanna left me no doubt as to why he'd wanted to see his wife make a cuckold out of him. Nor was it much of a surprise why Johanna had resisted all attempts at control by her mother, nor why the tables were now reversed.

******

I was sitting in the mess eating lunch at a table with Hannah, Angelique, Sahar, and Jìngyi. It wasn't uncommon to see Sahar around women if she wasn't engaged in self defense training with Edgar or one of the other instructors. She'd clearly stated she wasn't interested in men anymore for sex. I didn't know who she was having sex with when it wasn't me. It was none of my business really.

Ateefah was sitting at another table with Maahnoor, Farah and Hibbah. She still seemed miffed about last night. She'd barely acknowledged my greeting when I came to lunch. The others had greeted me warmly. I hoped I hadn't permanently damaged our relationship, nor the one she'd seemed to develop with James before last nights debacle. She'd requested James by name which had to mean she was somewhat attracted to him.

About halfway through my meal, James came to the mess. He saw Ateefah and went to her table.

"Ateefah, may I please have a few minutes of your time in private?"

She turned away from him, showing him her back. He moved in front of her again.

"Ten minutes, please, just to talk?"

"You not want to talk, know Ateefah. You want to fuck." She turned her back on him again.

He placed himself in her vision again. "Not to fuck, just to talk."

"You talk Ateefah before. I think you like. Only fuck. Leave Ateefah alone." She turned again, now facing her original direction.

James moved again, planting himself in front of her. He tried to take her hand and she pulled away.

"I do like you. I'm sorry. I didn't know what last night meant to you. I didn't know you liked me in that way. I thought you just wanted to see if you could be with a man again. Please, talk to me."

"I done talking to you. Go away." She turned again.

James started to move again. Maahnoor put a hand on his arm. "It better you go now. Maybe talk other day."

James shrugged Maahnoor off, moved in front of Ateefah and knelt down. "I want to marry you, Ateefah. Please talk to me."

"Go aw...." What James said finally made it through her anger. "What?"

"I want to marry you. I don't have a ring now, but I want to marry you. I don't even know what Muslim girls do to get married. Do I get a ring? Do I give you goats? I want to marry you."

"You marry Ateefah?"

"Yes. I will marry you."

"Even though Ateefah have other man's child?"

"Even then. The child is half Ateefah, which makes it deserving of all the love it can have."

"You not fuck other woman? Only Ateefah?"

"Only you, if you'll have me."

She started to cry. He took her hand again and this time, she didn't pull away.

"Please. I think I can be a good husband to you. Will you marry me?"

"I marry James," she said, through her sobs, "Ateefah glad to marry James. We fuck now?"

"Actually, I'm late for my watch. I need to get to work. Can we talk later?"

"We talk later, then fuck. Me happy, James."

"Me too." James kissed her hand. "Thank you. I get done at four. We'll talk then."

James left. The room was silent for awhile, then Ateefah screeched and all of the women at her table started chattering in a mixture of languages, primarily Arabic and English, and which seemed to be primarily congratulations. The smiles and words of Maahnoor seemed bittersweet. I believed she was genuinely happy for her friend, but wondered about her own life and future. Before, they would have a shared experience. Now, Maahnoor was on her journey alone.