"You crave another cock as much as I do," Ateefah said.
"I become sick to my stomach thinking of sex with another man. I'd have to have my hypnosis changed to have sex with James. Until it was, I couldn't have sex with him. It would just be you getting fucked by our husbands."
"Ateefah, look at me," I said. "You don't really want James having sex with anyone else, do you? You're getting cravings and feelings still related to your slavery. Yours didn't come to the forefront as soon as Maahnoor's did because she was a slave longer than you. You're trying to think of ways to beat the system, to remain married, and have sex with other men, maybe women, too. If you're all having sex together, if you get to lick a little pussy too, it wouldn't hurt your feelings at all, but I can prove to you, that you're not ready to see your husband have sex with another woman, and I don't care if it's your good friend, Maahnoor."
"How?"
"James, stand up. I'm going to start doing things with James now. You tell me when I should stop because you don't want to see it go any further."
James stood up and I went up to him and kissed him. After a couple of minutes kissing, I whispered to him to start unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse. At the same time, I started unbuttoning his shirt, then removing it when they were undone. I still didn't have a bra on, so as soon as he slipped the blouse from my shoulders, my breasts were bare and I started rubbing them up against his chest as we kissed. I unzipped his fly and removed his cock from his pants. It was already starting to get hard. I dropped to my knees and was about to put his cock in my mouth when Ateefah said, "Stop!" and started crying. I grabbed my shirt from the deck and told James to get dressed again.
"It's just that it's you, Beth. Everyone knows you give the best sex on the ship. Maahnoor isn't better than me. James wouldn't be tempted to leave me for her. If it was Maahnoor, I wouldn't have cared."
"Come on, Ateefah, the second it started to get serious with James, you buckled. You're not ready to see your husband fuck another woman, any more than Henry was when Andy Fucking Asshole fucked his wife. Maahnoor can't really have sex with other men right now. It makes her ill. She couldn't put on the demonstration I did. You know that. Did you think she wouldn't get that changed if you all moved in together, that you'd have two men you could fuck and she could only have Henry. She already asked if Dr. Sadiq could alter her hypnotic conditioning. She wasn't going to surrender her husband to you for your emergencies, without getting to fuck James in return for hers."
Ateefah looked at Maahnoor, then Dr. Sadiq. They both told her the change had already been requested. Dr. Sadiq said he wasn't going to honor the request unless Henry had agreed to it, but he would have done it if they'd all moved in together with the expectation that they were all going to have sex.
"Everyone else is having sex with other people and we can't," Ateefah said.
"But there's a difference, Ateefah," I said. "Other people are different. Everyone is different. If you had Francesca, Belle, Miranda and me standing here and someone started to suck our Master, we wouldn't care. It wouldn't upset us in the slightest the way it bothered you. If Sahar wanted to have sex with someone else, man or woman, I would not care. You're not me. Don't pretend you could be me. You're not submissive. You're an almost normal, Muslim woman, who was raised a particular way. You didn't come from a society surrounded by sexual images, and advertising, and TV shows that show all kinds of sexually provocative material. I say almost normal, because if you hadn't been enslaved, the thought of fucking other men, other husbands, other women, and especially fucking two men at once, would never have entered your head, especially when you love your husband, and the child you have together. It could never have occurred to you.
"In your heart, you're still that person, which is why the thought of your beloved husband fucking someone else upset you. It would upset any normal person. I say that because I don't claim to be normal. My personality type, the submissive person that I am, probably doesn't exist in more than five percent of the population, perhaps less if you consider how submissive I am. This ship, is an aberration, because people who think alike will tend to socialize with each other, so when measured against the general population, we've probably got a higher percentage of Dominant and submissive people. Plus, at the time I came aboard, almost everyone was single. Hannah and Angelique were the only couple who were married. Manuel and Sherry were engaged. That's it. As single people, they didn't answer to anyone else. They hadn't promised to be faithful and chaste. They had come from a society where single people can have sex without repercussion. If everyone had been married when I came aboard, my submission would have been vastly different than it was and is. Master would not have encouraged me to fuck everyone on board. He wouldn't have wanted to ruin marriages and lives.
"You look at all the fucking going on around you and you feel like you're missing something, especially because your own values were twisted and distorted by your slavery. You got used to fucking other people, but it isn't who you are, on the inside. It was superimposed on a chaste young woman who'd never been exposed to any of this. On the whole, you aren't missing anything, not compared to the life you would have had. You've got more now. You experience anal and oral sex in ways you couldn't have under Islam. You can be educated and go to college and drive, and work at a career that might not have been available to you. Right now, you have a husband who chose you, who loved you enough to marry you when you carried another man's child. Someone it wasn't arranged that you'd marry, an arranged husband who might have been old, or fat, or ugly. None of the other stuff going on around you should matter to you. You're not single, you have obligations to your husband and child. So your husband fucking other women matters to you in a way it doesn't matter to me. We're not alike, and never could be. Don't envy what you don't have, appreciate what you do have.
"Now I didn't think the four of you moving in together was a good idea anyway, for a lot of different reasons. I think it would have been more trouble than it was worth, even without throwing extramarital sex into it. That's not who you four are. I don't believe any of you would enjoy your spouse having sex with other people, no matter how good your friendship, but I'm not in charge of your lives. You can do whatever the hell you want, and I've got nothing to say about it. But I don't recommend it. I think it will end badly for you if you do.
"Ateefah, I think you would benefit from hypnosis as Maahnoor has. I think you coming up with most of this plan is a sign your slave conditioning is beginning to affect your thoughts and behavior. I'm a little surprised you got James to go along with you. Maybe his eagerness to save you from your problems, made him wed you before he was quite ready to. Perhaps he thought he might have a few more wild oats to sow before getting married. If that's the case, perhaps you both need marriage counseling. But don't throw away what you do have for the usually mistaken belief the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. It's just another field with its own set of problems and headaches.
"If you decide to continue with your plans, you have a myriad of things you need to figure out. It might take months. Don't be in a hurry. Do you have any questions for either Dr. Sadiq or myself?"
They kind of looked at each other for a few moments, then said, 'no', and they drifted away. I noticed no one held hands. There hadn't been total honesty between them.
"I need to remain here for Yasmine to discuss her bonding ceremony."
"Would you have had sex with James if Ateefah didn't stop you?"
"I would have stopped before vaginal penetration, but I would have sucked his cock. My original thought was to have the wives start making out with the other husband. I already knew Henry would probably stop it before Maahnoor got anywhere with James. When it got right down to it though, it seemed everything was originating from Ateefah, even though she'd hadn't wanted me to teach her how to suck James' cock. She was the one who needed to be convinced this couldn't go anywhere. I realized Maahnoor probably couldn't make out with James, because of her hypnotic suggestion. I was fairly convinced you wouldn't suck his cock," I said with a smile, "so that left me. Since Ateefah hadn't wanted me to suck his cock before they were married, I had a hard time believing her thinking had changed much since they were married. To me, that meant she was hoping to get something out of the arrangement without having to surrender her own husband. Once she was faced with that choice, she'd abandon the idea."
"Well, I never would have considered sex with them as a way to change their mind."
"You're not a slut," I said. "You wouldn't think like one."
"Despite your unconventional methods, I do feel you can treat them. You do seem to care for their outcomes and don't seem to want them converted to sex toys. I'll observe another group, but I'm willing to guess you'll do fine."
"Thank you, sir. That means a lot."
"A lot of what you've done, and even what Sahar did to you, was unconventional, but it's seemed to work."
Dr. Sadiq left and I waited for Yasmine to show. Once she did, I led her to my room and showed her my slave agreement.
"You have all these rules to govern your slavery?" Yasmine said upon reading it.
"I do, but if I'm honest, I would be changing the rules now, and in fact, it's always possible to change the rules. These are not permanent by any means. When my slavery started, it was supposed to last for one year. Because I thought it was temporary, I was unwilling to allow permanent changes to my body, such as tattoos, piercings, or to have my pubic hair permanently removed by laser. Now that I've agreed to become Master's slave past the year, I would agree to all those things. You don't have many rules because you would have agreed to things much more severe than Björn would have wanted to do. You were coming from a very brutal slavery to Jean-Paul. Anything less severe than that would have been fine to you, even thought it would still be bad. Now that you've experienced voluntary submission and know that you have choices, you could probably do something similar to this."
"Yes. I think this is good. One knows exactly what to expect."
"One thing that you would add to yours is that Björn agrees to you having children, how he intends to support them and if your relationship were to end, what he'd provide in child support. On your part, that you agree to have his children, how many you might want, and that even if your relationship ended, he would be allowed visitation with his children, and how often or even long. For instance, he might want to bring the children to Norway so his family can meet them."
"What reason would I ever have to leave him, if he can give me children?"
"While I understand you probably care a great deal for Björn as your Master, perhaps even love him; he can't marry you. If you ever meet someone you wish to marry, someone closer to your own age perhaps, unless it were someone who'd be willing to go along with your submission to the Captain, you might need to leave him. Because of the age differential, Björn will likely die before you do, and unless you want to spend a big portion of your life without a companion, you might wish for someone younger. Doing so wouldn't be a problem as you are voluntary, but Björn would want to see and maintain contact with his children. He knows you still have a life to lead that may not include him."
"I could still have his marks on me, couldn't I?"
"Of course. You get to choose what form your slavery takes. I'm going to give you this agreement, and I want you to go through it and pick what items you want for yourself, and what you don't. Feel free to talk to Manuel, Sherry and Lynn about different items in here if you don't understand what it means. If there is something you don't see here that you'd like for yourself, ask for their help in crafting a way to say it. Discuss with your Master how he would like to address the issue of children. When you've done that, bring it back and we'll put together your slave agreement. The other thing I wanted to talk about was your bonding ceremony, what form you'd like it to take, clothes and jewelry you want to have signifying your submission. Björn originally mentioned something similar to a wedding dress.
"We could do that, and you would remove your dress until you were naked, showing you're a slave. When Angelique and Marnie became slaves, their clothes were ripped off of them, their Master or Mistress baring them before the crew. We could possibly do a mixture of the two, with you removing your ceremonial dress, then your Master ripping your bra and panties from your body to show you're his. We have time to think about how you want to do it and discuss it with him. I'd like to spend until 1700 with you looking at slave jewelry, gowns and dresses, and lingerie, to pick out what you believe you'd like. If the dress is too much for your Master to afford, I'll get it for you, but the jewelry has to be his. They're the visible signs of his ownership. I can't give them to him, so you might want to ask him how much he can afford to spend before you make a final decision."
