This chapter covers the time between the wedding and the ship's departure. Sahar makes an unusual request of Joshua. It contains oral, lesbian, public and group sex, masturbation, and sex toys. My fantasy world does not include COVID or STD's. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. Any mistakes remain mine.
My Descent into Slavery and Eventual Resurrection, Ch 12
Hawaiian Honeymoon
When we got to our residence, it had been set up as I'd requested; several large towels spread on the bed, the video camera pointed at the bed. Master had fastened four straps to the corners with velcro and nylon cuffs at the end. I saw Sahar shiver a little when she saw them.
"Don't worry, Sahar. I'm not securing you yet. I'm going to rub your feet and back first. When you turn onto your back and you can look at me, I'll fasten you down so you can watch what I'm doing." She seemed to take a deep breath, which centered her. "Would you like to use the facilities and shower first?"
"Please."
We removed our wedding dresses and hung them up, tossing what little lingerie we'd worn into the dirty clothes. I removed our Lushes and washed them and attached them to a charger. We both used the toilet, then I slipped into the shower with her and made sure she was sparkly clean. I intended to make frequent use of my tongue. Of course, she did the same for me, though not for the same reason. She would have very little reason to use her tongue tonight.
Sahar got on the bed and I adjusted the video camera, ensuring I knew how to start recording and that it was aimed properly at where we'd be occupying the bed.
"On your stomach now, my Love. I'm going to give you a sensuous massage. It won't be as therapeutic as the ones Roberta gives you, but a lot more pleasurable."
The towels were soft and fluffy; not as soft as the sheets would be, but sufficient for the task at hand.
"When I was at that sex shop the other day, I bought an edible massage oil, made from saffron oil with a floral scent. It can get into your body parts and I can lick it without fear of eating something I shouldn't."
She smiled at me, then relaxed. Since she'd taken a shower, I began by licking and sucking on her toes.
"Nobody has ever done that for me before," Sahar said.
"You weren't married before. Hopefully, we'll do a lot of things you've never done before, all of them pleasant."
Having licked them, I then rubbed them, using the oil to smooth the skin and leave it soft and glistening. I started working my way up her legs, rubbing and massaging the whole way. I didn't press hard, not aiming for the muscles underneath her skin, but the erogenous zone of the skin itself. By the time I'd reached her inner and upper back thighs, Sahar was purring. I started rubbing her butt cheeks, oiling every inch of her, including the crease of her buttocks. The slick oil made it relatively easy to insert the tips of my fingers through the muscular ring, though I teased it, not fucking her with them.
"Does this feel good, my Love?"
"Oh, yes. It feels wonderful."
"It's about to get better. Keep relaxing. This is all for you. You don't have to do anything but relax."
Inserting a couple of fingers inside the steamy cauldron of her cunt, while bending over and tonguing her rosebud. I stroked her g-spot with my fingers as my tongue played with her back door. I even thrust my tongue past the gate, though barely through it. Sahar had her first three orgasms that way. She seemed pretty limp, though I expected her to become limper still, before I finished.
"I'm going to insert a small butt plug in you for now. I want you to be filled back there for the rest of the evening."
Sahar agreed and I put a medium sized plug inside her anus. I added the oil to her back and continued rubbing and stroking it. After her back, I did her arms. Her entire backside from neck to feet glistened with the oil in the lamplight.
"I want you to turn over," I said. "I want to fasten you down now. No one else but me will touch you, no one else will enter the room. I will not do anything to you I haven't previously done. There will be no pain, only pleasure. Will you allow me to tie you to the bed?"
"If I can't trust you, who can I trust? You may fasten me down." She turned over and I fastened all four limbs to the bonds Master had provided.
"I'm going to continue massaging you and caressing you with the oil, beginning with your hands and arms."
Sahar looked a little wide eyed now she was confined. I kissed her softly a few minutes until some of the fear had dissipated, then started massaging the front of her body with the oil. I kneaded and rubbed her fingers and her calloused palms, working my way to her shoulders. Straddling her body, I bent down to lick and suckle her breasts until her nipples were puckered pebbles, then began smoothing the oil from her shoulders to her waist, paying particular attention to her breasts. They stood so proudly on her chest, soft pillows I loved to touch. All but a little tension had left her body by this point and I was pleased by the low moans emanating from her mouth.
"I wanted to tie you down because I'm going to give you one of my special orgasms," I said, "but this one will go on longer than any I've done before. You'll be begging for your release, Sahar, but you won't get it until I'm sure you'll have the most explosive orgasm you've ever had."
"I won't beg," Sahar said.
"You will. You wouldn't beg if I hurt you; you're right about that. But you will beg tonight so I'll know you're dying to cum. Nor will I cover your mouth. You'll scream for me and everyone will hear and know you're screaming because of me."
For over an hour I played with Sahar's body. I used my fingers, my lips, my tongue, the plug in her ass, everything at my disposal to wind her up. After fifty minutes, she started begging. I kissed her lips, my face already coated with a lot of her juices from our play. She wanted to hold my face against her core and force me to bring her off, but the bonds wouldn't let her.
"I told you that you'd beg, my Love. It will be fairly soon now, but you're not quite ready," I said, kissing her again.
I went back to tormenting her, taking her to increasingly higher pleasure plateaus without the spark to set her off. She was practically thrashing, but unable to move or protect herself from my questing fingers, my searching lips, my probing tongue. Finally, using one hand to play with her plug, another finger fucking her cunt and my lips forming a vacuum seal over her clit as my tongue twirled over the tip, Sahar detonated.
She screamed long and loud, squirting her fluids all over me. Since Sahar had done it before, I'd anticipated she might do it again, and she didn't disappoint. Once she'd started cumming, I did everything in my power to ensure she kept orgasming as long as possible. She had perhaps a dozen more over the next fifteen minutes, barely over one before another started. I gradually let that series burn itself out. She was lying there limp, pretty much a puddle of jello. I removed two of the towels from underneath her and used another to wipe myself off, before tossing all of them into the bathtub.
"Are you going to release me now?" Sahar asked.
"I'm not done," I said, smiling. "You aren't up to thirty orgasms yet."
She groaned, but smiled at me.
I continued oiling and stroking her body the rest of the way until her entire front was oiled like the back had been. I'd seen a short film on what was called Yoni massage, essentially massaging someone's pussy, pucker and breasts to release all the sexual tension built up and align their chi. That's the next thing I did. Using liberal amounts of the saffron oil, I kneaded Sahar's breasts, pussy and clit. She had a dozen more orgasms over the next forty minutes. She could barely move when I was done. She was panting as if she'd run a marathon, and had long since ceased struggling against her bonds.
