The Bunker Pt. 02

"This is 90% decoration," he said as he flipped our leashes off the cleat and secured the line there. "But it gives you something to grab hold of if you lose your balance." He gave me a strange smile and said, "Don't want you accidentally keel-hauling yourself, do we?"

Then I heard Mistress June's voice, "slut! suzie q! time to come back to the cockpit."

I followed slut back to the open area at the back. When we got there, Mistress June said, "You may remove your collars and stow them in the go bag."

I took off my collar with the leash still attached and followed slut's example of putting it in a side pocket of the backpack. Then I returned and stood with slut facing Mistress June. It felt really funny to have the wind whipping my hair out in front of my face.

Mistress June watched us for a moment and then said, "I think it would be nice to let you and slave suzie q get a better view of the ocean, don't you, slut?"

Slave slut's eyes got very wide and she began shaking slightly. "If you wish, Mistress June," she said haltingly. Then her voice got almost frantic as she said, "But please don't string us both up at the same time. We would bounce into each other and one of us might get hurt."

"What if I made sure that any bouncing wouldn't hurt you?" Mistress June said with a smile. Then she called out to Master Bruce, "Will the sail topspar hold both of our slaves?"

"As long as they weigh less than eight hundred pounds," he replied. Then he added, "... and you aren't planning on bouncing them around very much."

Mistress June looked at me and said, "The mast is a little shorter than it could be so it doesn't stick so far off the stern when it is folded down. So to allow for a bigger sail, there is a small top spar that holds the sail out from the mast."

She pressed a button on the panel in front of the big wheel used to steer the boat and I could hear an electric motor whining. A small spar about three feet long began rising up the mast. When it was about a fourth of the way up, Mistress June released the button and it stopped.

"I think this is going to take both of us," she called out to Master Bruce and he stepped down into the cockpit and stood next to her.

"What are you planning?" he asked and she said, "I've always wanted to try a scissors suspension. I've seen it done once at the club, but this would be so much more exciting."

I looked over at slave slut. She was whimpering in fear and begging, "Please Mistress don't do this to us," but I could tell that she was excited. Her juices were dripping out of her cunt and running down the inside of her thigh. Since I had no idea what they had planned, I didn't know whether to be excited or afraid. I guess I was a little bit of both.

"I think we need to lay them out on the top deck," Master Bruce said and then pointed to the flat area on top of the cabins and said, "Up there, both of you."

He disappeared for a moment and then reappeared with a thick blanket in his hand. "You might get pulled over the deck a little as we hoist you," he said in a matter of fact tone. He laid it out on the deck surface and said, "Don't want to end up with road rash on your legs or backside."

Slave slut slowly lowered herself to the blanket. She was still whimpering, but her slit was glistening. She lay on her side and put her arms above her head. Mistress June came up from the cabin carrying several restraint cuffs. One was a double cuff that fitted over slut's forearms and bound them together so that her hands were palm to palm. Mistress June very carefully pulled all of the straps tight while checking that slut's circulation wasn't cut off.

After slut's arms were restrained, Mistress June said to me, "Lie down in a scissors formation with slut."

I looked up at her and said, "I don't know what that means."

Mistress June laughed and said, "Slide your cunt up against hers with your legs on either side of her body and her legs on either side of you."

"Wait a minute," Master Bruce said suddenly. "I need to get some straps in place."

He walked over to slut, lifted her upper body, and slid two wide straps under her. One strap was just below her breasts and the other was across her abdomen. He then laid another strap under her legs just above her knee and one more just below her knee.

"Now," he said, "you slide your ass up her leg until you are cunt to cunt."

I did so, trying to keep my weight off her leg as much as possible. I felt like a crab walking across the deck on my back on my hands and feet. I was going to say something about that, but decided that the image of me as a giant crab might freak slut out. Once I was almost up against her cunt, I spread my legs out and then pushed with my hands until I could feel her cunt pressing against mine.

"Let me get her suspension boots on before you tighten those straps," Mistress June said. Then she knelt down and began putting a strange boot on my right foot. It was more or less like a regular boot except that it had five or six Velcro straps holding it tight. There was also a strange metal bracket that sort of wrapped around it and a huge D-ring on the bottom. She moved over and strapped the other boot on my left foot before saying, "Ready."

Master Bruce started wrapping the four straps around me and slut. The first strap held my calves tight to her breast and back. The next held my thighs tight against her abdomen. The next one held her thighs against my abdomen. And the last one held her calves tight against my breasts and back.

"One more thing and then we are ready to hoist," Master Bruce said as he began threading a thick strap through the D-rings on my boots. He pulled on it slightly to find the middle point and then fed it through a similar D-ring on slut's arm restraint. He made a big loop in the strap and brought it back down through the D-ring and tied it off with several flat knots of some sort. Then he got above us and tugged sharply on the strap. I could feel myself being pulled more tightly into slut's cunt.

"Now we bring down the top spar," he said more or less to himself as Mistress June pressed some buttons in the cockpit. He connected a thick white rope to the straps and gave a signal to Mistress June. Suddenly slut and I were being dragged across the deck toward the mast. Master Bruce was standing alongside us making sure we were moving smoothly. Then, just as we reached the mast, slut started going up into the air and I was following her... UPSIDE DOWN! We kept going until the short spar was at the very top of the mast and the webbing was against the end of the spar.

"Enjoy the view," Master Bruce called up to us.

I wasn't all that far off the deck. I think that if there was a chair or something like that sitting on the top deck, I might have been able to brush it with my fingers. Then the boat started rolling slightly with the waves. When the mast leaned to one side, slut and I would swing out over the water on that side. And then when it leaned the other way, we would swing out that way. I looked upside down over at Master Bruce. He was behind the wheel and moving it slowly from side to side. He was the one causing the boat to heel and roll.

I could hear myself calling out in a very frightened-sounding "aaaaahhhh," but slut was screaming her head off. She was also bouncing and thrashing, which meant that she was pounding her cunt against mine.

Pretty soon my "aaaaahhhh" got a little lower-pitched and no longer sounded afraid. I started wiggling my body to rub myself against slut.

"Don't do that! Don't do that! We'll fall!" she started screaming, but I yelled back, "No we won't. Go into it. Just think about what I'm doing to your cunt!"

I don't know if she even heard me, but pretty soon slut was calling out, "No, no, no, no, no," and starting to bounce around even more. Then she started saying, "Don't let me fall. Don't let me fall. Don't let me fall."

I called up to her, "You can't fall unless you go through my cunt." That brought all sorts of really weird images into my mind and I felt myself starting to go into an orgasm. It must have done something for slut also, because she stopped yelling and threw back her head and gave a really loud groan.

Now she was chanting, "Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God," over and over as she ground her cunt against mine. Then she started chanting, "No, no, no, I'll fall, I'll fall, I'll fall." She kept chanting that until suddenly she screamed really loud and began thrashing against me in a powerful orgasm. Having her cunt pounding, bouncing, and rubbing against mine took me over the top for the second... or was it the third time. After that, slut didn't say anything, but she ground her cunt furiously against mine, taking us both over the top at least twice more.

I sort of lost track of everything after that, but then I could feel something against my fingertips. Mistress June had lowered us and Master Bruce was holding both of us at the hips.

"I'm going to have to take you down one at a time," he said firmly, "but you have to behave yourselves. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, Master," slut and I said in unison.

Master Bruce first removed the four straps that held slut's and my legs tightly together. Then he used one of those straps to tie something in place at the top of slut's arm restraint. After that he released one of my legs from the restraint boot and slowly lowered it down to the deck. That left me sort of lying on the deck with my other leg still held several feet in the air. After Master Bruce released my other leg, I rolled over and raised up onto my knees. That put me just a few inches below slut's very dripping snatch.

"Master Bruce," I said, looking up at him, "could you lower slut just a little bit? I would like to give her a gift."

He looked at me a little strangely, but signaled Mistress June to lower the top spar a few inches. I walked on my knees over to slut, who was still hanging a foot or so above the deck, and lifted her legs over my shoulders.

"Now you don't have to worry about falling," I said loudly and attacked her cunt with my mouth.

It was almost as if I had hit her with a cattle prod. She went stiff, practically knocking me backwards to the deck, but I was holding on hard to her ass and just pulled her pussy more tightly against my face. I used my nose to massage her clit while I speared and sucked her cunt. In only a few moments, she gave another very shrill screech and flooded my mouth with her juices as her cunt spasmed and contracted, forcing everything out of it and into my mouth.

I let her swing back away from me and stood up. "The crabs aren't the only ones who like a hot pussy," I said to Master Bruce. He just shook his head slightly and laughed.

He signaled Mistress June and she lowered slut the rest of the way to the deck. After Master Bruce finished releasing her from her restraints, he said, "Why don't the two of you rinse off and then join us on the foredeck for some lunch?"

I started to ask, "Where?" but slut crooked her finger and said, "Follow me." She went to the very back of the boat and stepped over onto a small platform. She opened a little panel and pulled out a hand shower on a long hose. Then she reached back into the opening and turned it on. She quickly rinsed herself off and then pressed a little button on the side of the shower head. Everything shut off.

She handed it to me and said, "Don't use too much water," and then reached into a small basket and pulled out a towel. I followed her example and then shut off the water with the knobs inside the panel.

She handed me her towel and said, "It's not very wet, and you have to make things last on a boat." I dried myself with it and gave it back to slut and then followed her back to the little deck at the bow. Master Bruce had the thick blanket spread out and there was like a picnic lunch spread out.

Mistress June greeted us with a smile and motioned for us to sit opposite her and Master Bruce on the blanket. "I thought I'd show you some of the exciting things a submissive can experience on one of our cruises," he said, also smiling at them."

"Of course," Mistress June said looking back and forth between me and slut, "normally it is the slave... or slaves... which prepare all the meals. But we decided to give slut some time off to help show you around."

"Thank you, Mistress June," I automatically replied.

Then Master Bruce said, "After we eat, I am going to drop anchor at a little sandbar island that is perfect for skinny dipping."

He must have seen the look of surprise on my face because he laughed slightly and said, "Masters and Mistresses like to get naked under the sun sometimes too, little suzie, but only when we want to."

"And no one leads us through crowds naked on a leash," Mistress June said. "That's one of the big differences between a Mistress and a sub. I get off leading you. You get off being led."

I just looked down at the blanket. She was right. I had gotten excited when they led me through the crowd naked on a leash. I mean, everyone there was sunbathing naked, so it wasn't being naked that did it. It was being on a leash.

"Anyway," Master Bruce said, "we will have a couple of hours at the sandbar and then we will have to scoot back to get you in place in time for your friends to find you."

"What?" I gasped.

"If you got off being led through a crowd of strangers," Mistress June said, "just think of how you will feel having to be rescued by your friends."

"I never intended for them to ever have to rescue me," I said, trying not to shout.

"But you dreamed about it, didn't you?" Mistress June continued. "You went higher and higher as you pressed your luck and set the timers closer and closer to the time your automatic messages for help would go out."

I silently looked down at the blanket once again.

It was very quiet for a long time. I could hear the waves swooshing against the side of the boat. Then Master Bruce said, "Mistress June and I have some business up the coast next weekend, so we can't come and play, but the weekend after that, I expect to find you at the bunker." He stopped to take a drink and then added, "Then we can talk about when you will be joining us for a trip to Bermuda."

"I don't know if I can do that," I said softly.

"We've already established that you CAN do it," he said brightly. "The question is, do you want to do it? Maybe we've established that to, so the question more accurately is, are you WILLING to do it?"

Mistress June said, "Let's give little suzie q time to think about that. She can give us her answer if- when- we find her at the bunker in two weeks." Then she looked over at Master Bruce and said, "You'd better get us moving if we are going to have a chance to swim before heading back to the park."

We actually swam for almost three hours before we headed back. Master Bruce had to run the diesels at almost maximum to get us back by two. There weren't as many people sunbathing then, but Master Bruce and Mistress June still led slut and me naked all the way from the boat to the bunker. It was almost three by the time we got there.

I immediately slid into the bunker and handed all my gear out to slut. It only took us about ten minutes to get everything set up. I put in my vibrator and ass plug while Master Bruce locked my restraint cuffs to the retractors. Then I lay down on the sand and he wrapped the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.

"Oh," I said, "I forgot my goggles and mask."

Slave slut came running over and slipped the goggles over my eyes. Then she held the ball gag in front of my mouth. I opened up and lifted my head to pull it into my mouth, then she tightened the strap to hold it in place. The mask was the last thing to go into place.

I jerked my arms down hard and the retractors snapped me into place. I barely had time to bring my legs together before I was nearly stretched in two. When the leg retractors activated, I screeched into the gag. I was right about what Master Bruce did when he wound up the springs. This was the tightest I had ever been pulled.

Mistress June stood above me and said, "I set the vibrator program so it will keep you on the edge until your friends arrive."

Master Bruce pointed to the locks and said, "I very carefully set all of them for six hours. If your friends don't arrive for some reason, you will have to go home in the dark, but there is a full moon tonight, so you shouldn't have a problem getting up the beach."

Before they left, he reached into his pocket and took out a thin-tipped permanent marker of some sort. He stood between my legs and bent over so that he could write something on my mons, right above my cunt. I tried to ask him what he wrote, but with the mask and gag it was just mumbles.

"See you in a couple weeks," he said cheerfully and the three of them walked away. Mistress June was leading slut by her leash. As they walked away, slut gave an exaggerated shake of her ass to tell me goodbye.

I lay there watching the sun get lower in the sky. Pretty soon my little crab friends came skittering out to explore me. I must have been gushing pretty heavy around the vibrator because they seemed to be really interested in my cunt. One of them walked right across my clit and I groaned into my gag. His super light touch as he walked over me just emphasized how little I would need to put me over the edge, but he was not enough.

By the time Sammy and Linda finally arrived, I was bouncing and thrashing on the sand, trying to fuck myself with the dildo, but even my hardest bounces weren't sufficient to give me enough sensations to take me over the top. Mistress June had set the program very carefully to give me just enough to get me almost there, but never enough to finish me.

I was just about to go totally nuts when I heard Sammy's voice say, "Well, well, well, it looks like I'd-never-make-that-mistake Susan set all of her locks wrong."

Then I heard Linda laugh and say, "I've never seen her when she's got herself all tied up. This looks like a really professional setup." She reached down and tapped my vibrator and said, "And that looks like an industrial strength vibrator."

Then Sammy muttered, "I wonder why it hasn't taken her over the top?"

Linda took my mask and goggles off and then took the gag out of my mouth and I immediately blurted out, "Mistress June set it to keep me just on the edge."

"What?" yelped Linda while Sammy said, "Who?"

"I'll tell you later," I said frantically. "Just let me cum."

Linda was now kneeling between my legs looking at my aching cunt. "Did you know she had a tattoo on her twat?" she asked Sammy. She leaned down closer and said, "It says 'slave suzie q.'"

"My, my, my, my, my, my, my," Sammy said, "you are full of surprises today."

"Just let me cum," I pleaded frantically. "Please let me cum."

Sammy walked down to the little wooden box and came back with the override key. "Linda and I will release you and then you can take care of yourself," she said smirking at me. "But I think you should then take care of Linda and me as payment for our trouble in coming all the way out here to rescue you."

"No, Sammy, no," I said, shaking my head back and forth.

"OK then," she replied, "Linda and I will just leave you here. Your time locks will release in another four hours. You can take care of yourself then... if you haven't gone nuts first."

"All right, all right," I said frantically. At that point I would have promised anything to anybody just to be able to cum.

"Let's take these out first," Linda said as she started unlocking the chain that held my vibrator and ass plug in place. She pulled the vibrator out and shut it off. Then she said, "You'll have to take care of the back door yourself."