Pleasurable Cruise Day

She picked up the rose and took a long deep breath of it, thinking about the events of the night before. She was still a little groggy and decided she would order room service this morning, but first she needed a shower.

Setting the rose back down on the table, she went to her suitcase and pulled out a burgundy silk camisole and panty set and laid them on the bed, then went and took her shower. She made sure to prepare her body again, as before, carefully making sure all areas He had specified were nice and smooth.

When she exited the shower, she wrapped her long dark hair in one towel, and dried off in front of the mirror with another. She sprayed her body with a rose scented body spray and powdered her body again, taking a deep breath of herself. “MMMMMMMMMM Yummy” she exclaimed as she grinned at herself in the mirror. She then stepped over to the bed and slipped the camisole over her head. Oh how wonderfully soft and cool this silk feels against my skin, she thought to herself, as she slid the panties on.

She sat down on the bed and looked at the room service menu, and immediately knew what she wanted. Dialed the number, “Ummmmmm, Yes, this is Room 55 on the Navigation Deck, I would like to order the Eggs Benedict breakfast please. A bottle of champagne and a bottle of orange juice.” Mimosa’s sounded wonderful this morning, she thought to herself. ” And instead of coffee, I would like a pot of hot water and some peach tea bags please.” After a moment, “Hmmmmm, no peach tea eh, well, just send the water up, I believe I brought my own.” She hung up the phone. She was so finicky about her tea she had learned long ago to take her own tea bags with her everywhere she went, because plain tea just wouldn’t do! Yes, spoiled rotten was she.

She unwrapped her hair and let if fall down her back and went over to the table and chairs in front of the window. She turned on a soft cd, opened the curtains and enjoyed the early morning sunshine while waiting for her meal. She curled up in one chair bringing another close by to use as a footstool, should she feel like stretching out. About a half an hour later there was a knock at the door, she was sure this was breakfast so she called out, “Its open, come in.”

A very young steward rolled in a cart with her breakfast on it. He couldn’t have been more than nineteen years old, but he was very handsome, very tall, at least 6’5”, dark hair and green eyes. Oh how she loved green eyes. She smiled at him as he walked the cart over to the table. She stood up and started to walk to the closet to get her purse to tip him when he said, “Wait. Stand there for just a minute” She froze. This was so unexpected. On the cart was also a vase with two burgundy roses in it, he plucked one of the roses from the vase and walked over to her. He set the bud on her lips then trailed it down her neck and the middle of her chest. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips lightly and whispered “He asked me to give you a good morning kiss for him.” Then he looked down at the rose and her camisole and said, “They are the exact same color. Such a rich and lovely red.”

She was stunned. She couldn’t move, or breathe. He smiled and winked at her and said as he turned to leave “He is right, you smell sweeter than any rose could ever dream of being.” Then he walked out and closed the door behind him.

After breakfast and two mimosa’s she decided it was time to go to the casino. She had never been to a casino before, but was very good at card games. She found a table where it was just she and the dealer, and played a bit of Blackjack. This was the game she was best at. She won almost every hand, which made her wonder if he was letting her win. The rose she kept at her side couldn’t have been that lucky, she giggled to herself. She didn’t believe you could be that lucky in a casino. After a few hours and a few different games she decided maybe it was time for a little bit of water and sun.

She went back to her room and changed into her swimsuit, a hunter green tankini. She went to the pool and jumped in, swam three laps then got out, found a nice lounge chair and laid on her back, her skin soaking up the sun. After about an hour she rolled over and tanned her back for a while. Oh the sun felt so good on her skin. She kept her rose just under her nose the whole time, smelling the sweetness of it, but it was really starting to wilt out here in the sun. After another hour went by, she jumped back in the pool, swam another three laps, got her towel and went back to her room. It was time to start getting ready.

She showered again, perfumed and powdered her body. Dried and curled her hair, started to put her make up on. Another knock at the door. “Who on earth could it be now!” She quickly wrapped herself in a robe and went to the door. A messenger handed her a note and walked away.

It read: Good afternoon slave, I know you must be in the middle of getting ready for me so this will be short and sweet. Meet me in the main lounge, on the balcony at 6pm. I have reserved a quiet table in the corner for us tonight. Master.

She giggled at the thought of being huddled in a dimly lit corner, sneaking touches under the tablecloth, and went back to getting ready. Tonight she had chosen a burgundy silk wrap around skirt that fell just below her knees and a matching silk tank top. She looked at herself in the mirror, “My God! Those nipples poke out so badly, don’t they?” At that moment she really wished she could wear a bra, but he had his rules. She modeled in the mirror approvingly, slipped into her black satin heels again, one last spritz of perfume and out the door she went.

She arrived at the main lounge as was overwhelmed by the size of it. She didn’t think there was room on the ship for something of this magnitude. She stood at the door for a moment scanning the room for a staircase, when she suddenly felt a hand on her backside and a deep male voice in her ear saying, “The stairs are around the corner there on the right.” Startled she turned around quickly to see the steward from the morning standing behind her. She blushed up at him and asked, “How did you know what I was looking for?” He answered, “Oh, I know a lot of things, you will see as the days go by.” He winked at her then went into the lounge.

She walked up the stairs, then across the balcony, scanning each corner looking for him. She saw him finally in the farthest, darkest corner of the room. She walked over trying to look sophisticated but deep inside she wanted to run or skip or jump to him. When she arrived at the table she smiled and curtsied to him. He stood up, “Turn around.” She twirled around for him to inspect her. “Face the door,” he said. She turned her back to him, facing the door. He ran his fingers down her back, resting them on her hips, then brought his mouth close to her ear and said in a low voice, “I am glad you haven’t forgotten my rule of no bra.” He then slid them around the front of her skirt, finding the slit in on the side where the skirt tied together. He slipped his hand inside and felt her sex. She felt her whole face flush and the room seemed to spin for a second. Then she looked over, and not two tables away was the steward, and he was watching every thing Master did to her with a big grin. He nodded at her and she looked away, completely self-conscious of what was happening to her now.

“MMMMM Yes, my sweet slave, you did prepare yourself just right. And you are already so wet and ready for me too.” He then held her skirt open in the direction of the steward. She jumped and tried to pull it back down with her hand. “Don’t hide yourself, slave. Remember what your being here means, you are mine, to do with as I wish.” She dropped her hand, and felt her whole body blushing at this point. She did not want to disappoint him. The steward studied her intently from his table then winked at Master. He dropped her skirt, and offered her a chair.

They ate dinner, then dessert, and then he said it was time to go back to her room. He had something on his mind that he wanted to share with her. As they walked past the steward he said, “What a lovely rose you have there Tony. Maybe some night you will be kind enough to let me take a whiff.” “Oh yes, I am sure of it” Master replied.

When they arrived at her room, he got the most curious smile across his face. She opened the door and saw a tray with a bottle of citron vodka, champagne, lemon juice and a bowl of sugar. “I thought you could fix us a drink” he said “Those Stockholm martini’s you talked about sounded pretty good, and like your favorite so I ordered all the ingredients for you.” She hugged him and went to work. He walked over to the roses in the vase and pulled them all out, inspecting the stem of each one. He selected three, and then put the rest back in the vase. He then went and sat in the chair in her room.

She brought his drink over to him. “Kneel in front of me please.” She did as requested, sipping her own drink. “Tonight I am going to test your strength and your willingness to please me. Do you remember what we talked about before? About the rose stems?” She could feel her face go pale in front of him and slowly and cautiously answered, “Yes, Master”.

“Good. Do you remember the word to use if things get too much for you to handle?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you sure you want to do this, you are sounding a little unsure of yourself, slave.” He questioned.

“Yes, Master, I am positive I want this.” She answered assuredly.

“Then its time to begin. Get down on your hands now.” She did as he requested. He went behind her, ran his hands over her backside and down her thighs. “So nice and smooth.” Then his fingers went to her sex again. Just running back and forth over her slit. “Yes, you are a wanton slut aren’t you? Already wet.” He slipped his finger in between the lips. Then he ran it over her clitoris, which made her collapse in pleasure. “I didn’t say you could lay down, get back up” She got up and he did it again. She let out a loud moan and her body started to curl. “Straighten up slave.” Again he ran his finger over her clit and again she collapsed down. “You like that a little too much, don’t you my slave?” She just nodded embarrassed that she couldn’t stand still when he did that. “Straighten up slave.”

He got up and went to the drawer by the nightstand. He pulled out a red silk scarf and tied it around her eyes. She stayed straightened up and stiff still on her hands and knees. She could feel the air as he waved a hand in front of her face, making sure she could see nothing.

Then she felt something velvety soft touch the skin on the back of her neck. Slowly it trailed up her cheek and right under her nose. It was one of the roses. It smelled so sweet, she inhaled deeply before he moved it down her other cheek and across her neck. She felt it trail down her spine, and then she felt another sensation following it. Something scratchy that made a chill run through her. “I had them leave all the thorns in place, darling.” She suddenly knew what was going to be coming without him explaining. He gently laid the rose and its stem along her back, and then applied a little pressure with his hands over the stem. She felt each of the thorns begin pushing at her delicate skin, then release. Again he pushed against the stem, a little harder this time, the prick of the thorns was intensifying, but it felt so good in this dreamlike state she was in. Then release.

He then added another rose along her back, and a third. Gently he pressed all three stems into her back with more pressure than he had before. She let out a pleasurable gasp. “Such an intense feeling isn’t it my slave?” She nodded in response.

He pressed down on the stems, over and over again, gradually increasing the pressure until he could see indentations in her back. During the last push, he wrapped one of his fingers around the top of the stems and slowly dragged them down her back as well. She let out a little cry in pain and he released. He lifted the roses and put them back at their starting point, and slowly increased pressure on them again and dragged them down her spine. She cried out again and he released as the last thorn reached the base of her spine. He could see scratch marks down her back. He repeated this about six times.

Her mind was racing, the thorns and the pressure was incredible. The scratches burned and itched like nothing else she had ever felt in her whole life. But here she was, in so much pleasure she did not know how to describe it, all she knew was she never wanted this night to end.

He hadn’t meant to break the skin, but the last time one of the thorns had torn into her just a touch. He leaned up towards her ear and kissed it. “Stay where you are.” She could hear him stand up and go back into the drawer. He came back and kissed her spine along the trail of scratches. “This is not supposed to sting, but it might.” He dabbed a bit of bactine on to the scratches. It felt so cool and soothing against the burning scratches. “All better?” he asked. “Yes, that feels much better, thank you so much Sir.” She replied. He kissed her ear again and got up.

After a few minutes he came back to her side, put his hand on her shoulder and asked her to stand. He led her to the bed. “Get up on the bed and lay down on your stomach, arms above your head.” He helped direct her exactly where he wanted her. As she lay down she realized he had lined up the roses underneath her, from her neck to her knees. She felt each of the thorns press into her skin as she relaxed and allowed all her weight to fall on them. At first a couple of them were very uncomfortable, but the longer she laid there, the less intense the pricks. Then the cuffs were slipped over her wrists, and another set over her ankles. She could feel him secure them to the bedposts. Now she really felt helpless, but very safe and secure at the same time.

“Do you remember this conversation?” he asked her. She lay there silently thinking back; surely he couldn’t mean what she thought he was referring to. “Well?” he asked. She whispered, “About how hard I would be able to tolerate being whipped with a rose stem?” “Yes my slave. Do you remember what you said?” She gulped hard as she remembered him asking what would be her limit and she had no real idea, never having been in that type of situation before. He had asked would her limit be if he drew blood and she said no. At the time, while she was on the computer 1,500 miles away it seemed very erotic, little lines across her and blood droplets. Now it was very real.

“Now we will both get to see how much you really can tolerate.” Again he reminded her of the word to use if things got too intense. She thought for a second, and remembered this story she loved, the safe word was “mercy”. It seemed fitting. “Mercy, Sir, I want the safe word to be mercy” she replied. “Very well” he replied, “Remember you have to use that word, no other word will make me stop.”

She could hear him undressing next to the bed, and then felt him kneel beside her on the bed. He smelt so good. She could taste his skin next to her. Again she felt the velvety softness of the rose buds traveling up and down her back. She sighed sweetly completely relaxing beside him. She was so relaxed she didn’t feel the rose buds lift off her, until she felt the whip across her middle back of the stems. It was so sudden and unexpected she cried out, not that it was very hard, just a surprise. Again, the stems whipped across her back just below the first one. She didn’t make any noise this time, but still jumped. Again and again the stems were whipped across her back and bottom. Each time in a different section that hadn’t been touched so far, each time increasing in intensity. She was jumping and squirming with each whipping, and eventually the intensity increased to a point where she started crying out with each whip.

He remained silent beside her, not one word came from his mouth, but she could hear that his breathing had become a little harsher.

Harder and harder the stems came down across her back. Louder and louder she cried out, and the more and more she squirmed and jumped under them. She could feel the thorns of the roses beneath her now poking and tearing at her skin as she squirmed over them. Tears were soaking the blindfold, not from unpleasantness but because she was experiencing a release as never before and it was so wonderful. When he began going over the same spots that had been done before she was sure she was going to use that word. How she wished she didn’t have to use it, she wanted to take everything he wanted to give her, but it was so intense, too intense.

Finally she jumped up on her elbows and knees as much as her binds would let her and screamed “MERCY MASTER MERCY!!!” then laid back down sobbing. He ran his fingers up then down her back and bottom. She could feel them jump over the welts as a car does on speed bumps in the road. He then traced a few lines.

She cried and cried apologizing to him for stopping the session early. “SSSSSHHHHHHHH sweet slave, you did wonderfully. You pleased me more than you think you did.” She heard him reach over and pick up the bottle of bactine again and pour a little on her back. It was so cold and soothing over her welts. He lightly rubbed it all in.

He then traced a couple of lines on her back again. “This one, this one and this one broke the skin a little, slave, but they didn’t really bleed. Just a droplet where the thorns hit.” She couldn’t believe she had actually gone to that limit. She lay there, still silently crying, in awe of what she had handled. Who knew she was that strong.

He undid each of the cuffs, had her get up on her hands and knees and pulled all of the roses out from underneath her. He then lay back down on the bed beside her, face to face with her even though she was still blindfolded and gave her the deepest kiss. He ran his hands all over her body, squeezing her nipples, pulling her close against him. She felt so safe with him now and her body was exhausted she didn’t even remember falling asleep in his arms.

In the morning she had a vague memory of him sitting up on the edge of her bed in the middle of the night and she reached over and clung to him, with begging whispers to stay just a bit longer. He laid back, rolled her over and encircled her, his chest pressing against her sore welts on her back, his arms wrapped over her holding her hands by her mouth, which she kissed, and his cock resting between the cheeks of her bottom.

She hugged herself tightly, sighed, and removed the blindfold from her eyes.