"What a beautiful morning! Wouldn't you agree, slut?" I looked up from my breakfast, expecting to see my former-girlfriend-turned-Mistress staring out the kitchen window. Instead, I found her staring at my naked body, objectifying me in all the best ways.
We were aboard her father's private yacht. Both of our respective families were on vacation for another day, so Mistress intended to make the most of our private time together; I was more than happy to play along. I was eating the breakfast she had cooked for me: scrambled eggs, a slice of toast, fresh cut apple slices, nothing that required a fork and knife to eat. This was by design of course, as I had only one free hand.
I sat in the dining area of the kitchen, on a chair fixed to the floor. My ankles were individually cuffed to the chair legs, and my left wrist was cuffed behind my back to my right upper-arm, rendering my left hand useless and severely limiting what I could do with my right arm. I was completely naked, and while it was not visible, a medium-sized butt-plug was seated securely in my ass. It had a large gem set on the end of it, which always brought a smile to her face when I bent over for her.
Just as I was finishing the last bite of toast, Mistress walked over and stood behind me. One of her hands found my neck and gently grasped the front of it, the other possessively stroked the side of my face. She herself was wearing shiny thigh-high latex boots, a short latex skirt, and a matching top that really showed off her pronounced cleavage. As I swallowed the last bite of breakfast, she leaned in close and whispered in my ear: "Remember how I said today was going to be more for you? Well...what could a submissive slut like yourself want more than to please his Mistress?" I tilted my head back to look at her, but she grasped my neck tighter.
"I have a surprise for you today. Come out onto the deck with me. It should be here any minute." With that, she uncuffed me from the chair, then used a single pair of handcuffs to bind my feet together, and used the extra pair to cuff my right wrist to my left upper-arm. I stood up, and she walked me as fast as my cuffed ankles would allow onto the front deck of the yacht. I took in the ocean around me. It was actually quite a nice morning, sunny, warm, not a cloud in the sky. Nobody else out there...
Just then I saw a speedboat heading towards us from off in the distance. I looked at Mistress to see if she had noticed. She had a calm look on her face, which slowly turned into a smile.
"Ah, there's the surprise now," she said. "Are you ready to meet Sir?"
My blood immediately ran cold. I was one of the most painfully straight people you would ever meet, and I thought Mistress knew that. Nothing appalled me more than the thought of submitting to a man, or doing anything remotely sexual with a man, for that matter. I turned to Mistress to share my discomfort with her, but she was ready for my objections. She forced a large ball of cloth into my mouth before tying it in place with a strip of cloth. I struggled against my restraints, but they held fast, and I was completely helpless to run, to object, or to do anything Mistress did not wish me to do.
Finally, the boat reached us, and went around the back of the yacht. Mistress pushed me down on my knees, facing the front of the yacht, so I would not be able to see Sir until she wanted me to. My heart was racing. Would she really make me...
I heard heavy footsteps behind me, drawing near. I tried to turn to see who it was, but Mistress held my hair tight, then forced my head down to the deck, so I could see no more than a foot in front of me. Two boots entered my limited field of view. After a brief pause, Mistress relaxed her grip and informed me that Sir had arrived. I slowly lifted my head to get a first look at Sir. My eyes traced from the boots, up the tight jeans, the loose-fitting sweater, and the face, which had the sun more or less behind it, revealing a mere silhouette.
Sir was not particularly tall. I took note of shoulder-length blonde hair, and gentle curves around the face. Sir appeared to be clean shaven. I also noted that Sir had fairly slender legs, which for some reason surprised me. The most shocking thing about Sir was the voice, which I heard for the first time at just that moment.
"This one is just adorable!" exclaimed Sir. The voice was not exactly the masculine baritone I had expected. It was actually quite feminine. Sir took a step back, and I got a better look. Sir had a very feminine face.
"Slut, this is Sir. You will address her as such," Mistress informed me. "Do you understand?" I was not exactly sure how to react. Mistress had said "her". I tried to wrap my head around what was happening when Mistress demanded of me once more if I understood.
