Water Faire Ch. 04: The Ferris Wheel

The shemale was pretty shriveled from his... her first time through the water. But her breasts still went under. He/she almost didn't react. It was as if her artificial breasts were totally numb, which may have been the case.

The very skinny peasant finally touched the water. She screamed very loudly and when she came up out of the water she was sobbing. Between her sobs she was calling out softly, "Master, I love you. Master, I love you. Please don't send me away."

When hunk went into the water again, his prick was already very stiff. He gasped and then began panting rapidly. It wasn't the sort of pant that meant he was trying to hold off pain. It was the sort of pant that meant he had already turned the pain into pleasure.

As he came up out of the water, I heard one of the other Masters say, "Three o'clock for five hundred." A Mistress almost immediately said "Ten o'clock for five."

"What do you think?" Master said.

"About what?" I replied, trying not to sound totally lost.

He laughed slightly and said, "They are betting where hunk will be on the wheel when he finally spurts. The bet is five hundred. The times give the position on the wheel as if it were a clock."

"In that case," I said, "I think he will spurt at twelve o'clock on the rotation where his chest first touches the water."

"You seem to be awfully sure about male painsluts all of a sudden," Master said.

"I know nothing about male painsluts," I replied, "but I know puta really well. She will pop off on the rotation where the shocks touch her whole body and... she will pop off at the very top of the rotation because that will be the most humiliating."

"You were right before," Master said softly. Then he called out "High noon for five hundred." Several other Masters and Mistresses called out their bets until all the numbers on the clock were taken. How they were going to be able to tell if he spurted at five, six, or seven since he would soon effectively be under the water for those positions I didn't know. Maybe Herr Dunkler had cameras in the Ferris Wheel tank, too.

It was three rotations later when hunk's chest hit the water. In fact, the whole front of his body pushed in contact with the water. I don't know if he screamed or grunted or anything because his face was the first thing to go under the water. When he came out of the water his prick was bobbing and throbbing, but he hadn't spurted.

"Wait for it. Wait for it." Master was saying softly to a Mistress standing next to him. Then, just as hunk's waist got exactly at the top of the Ferris Wheel he spurted straight up into the air.

"How did you know?" a Mistress said, and Master replied, "I have my own secret sources."

That made me feel really good inside.

The Wheel continued to descend. Soon all of the slaves were going completely under water. That must have hurt a lot less because the flaming redhead stopped screaming and was just whimpering loudly as she rotated out and around to go back under. The thin English girl, peasant, was still sobbing, but not as loud, and she was still saying, "Master, I love you. Believe me, I love you." as she rotated around. The muscle-bound slave hunk, was still stiff or again stiff or something, and puta was bouncing in her restraints and saying, "No, no, no, no, no..."

Some of the people probably thought puta was complaining about the pain... and they were partially right. I could tell that she was complaining because she was right on the edge and there wasn't enough pain to take her over the top.

As Herr Dunkler had said, the wheel sped up once the slaves were going all the way under the water. About the bottom third of the wheel was now under water, so the slaves were rotating under at about the eight o'clock position and not coming back up until the four o'clock point.

It stayed there for a couple of rotations and then moved rather rapidly back up to where most of the slaves were just barely touching the water. The English slave, peasant wasn't touching the water and putana was dragging her huge tits through the water, but the other girls were just barely touching their nipples and slave hunk was dragging the tip of his prick through the water.

It stayed at that point for two revolutions. Evidently Herr Dunkler was waiting for something. Then on the third revolution I heard puta start a keening wail as soon as she rotated up out of the water. When she got to the top, she let herself go and screamed out in orgasm. The Wheel kept going until hunk rotated through and up to the top. He again erupted like a fountain and suddenly the Wheel moved rapidly to the top.

Herr Dunkler's voice called out, "Remember, you have five rotations of the Wheel and then until the last slave is released to make your bets and cast your votes."

Master said firmly, "Let's go," and walked over to the tent where the voting and betting was taking place. As we walked, I suddenly heard pepper call out from the wheel, "pumpkin butt, forgive me. I was wrong to hurt you."

Master stopped and turned to face the Wheel. Then pepper called out, "Master Maurice, I know it is time for me to move on. I submit myself fully and completely to you... and only you."

Master took a very deep breath and then said-- perhaps to me, perhaps to himself, perhaps to no one-- "I didn't send her away because I didn't love her. I did it because I could never love her like I love precious and she deserved more than that."

I looked up at him and said, "I understand, Master." I paused because I wasn't sure I should say the rest, but I did. I said, "And puta and I have all of the love that we need."

He looked down at me very surprised as if he suddenly realized that he had said his thoughts out loud. For a moment he looked angry and said firmly, "You will never speak of this to anyone else, pumpkin butt. Is that understood?"

I quickly answered, "Yes, Master."

I won't tell anyone, but I am including it here in my blog. He can delete any mention of it or he can leave it so that people will understand that being a Master isn't just being all tough and demanding.

We went on into the tent where Master cast his vote and placed his bet. He didn't ask me who I thought should be the Slave of the Wheel. I'm glad he didn't because I couldn't decide between pepper and peasant. Both were on the Wheel because they had betrayed their Masters in one way or another and both ended up declaring their love for their Master while still on the Wheel.

When it was finally announced that slave peasant was the Slave of the Wheel, Master muttered, "There goes a hundred dollars." I didn't ask him who he bet on. I suspect it might have been pepper. Slave pepper would have been my first choice except that her crime of breaking the rules of the Faire to get me thrown to the sharks probably caused her to lose favor in the eyes of most Masters and Mistresses.

After we collected puta, Master turned to the three of us slaves and said, "Why don't we go over to the food tent and I will buy my favorite slaves whichever flavor of ice cream she desires. And while you are savoring that marvelous treat, slave precious can decide whether or not she wishes to go through a new collaring ceremony and dedicate herself to me as my slave wife."

Slave precious gasped and stood there with her mouth and her eyes wide open. Slave puta gave her a slight shove from behind and she stumbled and started walking for a step or two. Then she stopped and said, "I don't have to wait that long to decide, Master. I have considered myself your slave wife ever since pepper left."

Slave puta and I stepped back slightly so precious could walk alongside Master. Several of the Masters and Mistresses glared at her for not walking in her proper place three steps behind, but several-- who knew Master's love for precious-- just smiled. There would be time for walking the proper distance behind her Master later. And the other Masters and Mistresses would understand when Master announced that a slave-wife collaring ceremony would take place just outside Herr Dunkler's main tent.

There were many Masters, Mistresses, slaves and neutrals present for the ceremony. Herr Dunkler himself officiated at the slave-wife collaring ceremony and, of course, sold Master a new collar for precious which said, "slave-wife precious" on it.

We left right after the ceremony. I think that Master wanted to get precious home so they could begin their honeymoon. I wanted to get home so I could go to my room and sleep. I'd had enough sex for one day-- or maybe even one week. My cunt... my ass... my mouth... my entire body-- and my mind-- were tired and I just wanted to rest in my own bed. Even puta had had enough and just wanted to get some rest.

Ye Olde Water Faire this year was one we will all remember for a long, long, time.

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I got this final post done before I fell asleep. I wasn't sure I would. I will put it in the queue and let Master edit it. I will blog again when something interesting happens in our lives.

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