My Voyage Of Submission Ch 02

Beth's college professor, Herman Kline and his wife, Oliva, join the ship as guests. Professor Kline evaluates Fatima. Joshua and Beth attempt to show him that Beth isn't crazy. The Klines witness a punishment and the Professor participates in one. This chapter contains oral and regular sex, slave punishment including spankings and orgasm denial. No STD's and COVID exist in this fantasy world. JohnnyGalt once again assisted with editing. All mistakes remain mine.

My Voyage of Submission, Ch 2 - Professor and Mrs. Kline

When I woke the next morning, Fatima was still plastered against my back, sleeping soundly. I extricated myself from her arms and got up, crawling over Master, kissing him as I passed. He opened his eyes and glanced towards our bed partner. The first one we hadn't had sex with.

"It's still too soon, sir," I whispered. "Despite last night, she's not ready." I kissed him again. "Try not to flash your manly cock at her when you get up."

He chuckled. "You think it's manly, do you?"

"Very much, sir."

I padded into the bathroom and took care of my morning needs. I was in the shower finishing up after shaving my pudenda when Fatima joined me. I washed her back and she washed mine, but when she wanted to do more, I stopped her.

"I definitely know you're not ready for sex yet, Fatima. Watching was bad enough. I feel guilty for letting you. New rules. You have to start sleeping in your own room. I don't want you sleeping in mine any more. It will be too easy for something to happen."

"What if I want something to happen?"

"Too bad, no sex with anyone. Give yourself time to adjust, time to heal. If I see you using your safe word frequently and know you're losing your fear of disobeying, we'll think about allowing you to do more, but not until I think it's safe. My professor is coming today and I'll let you speak with him. I'll see what he has to say, but I believe he will agree with me. You've got a lot of trauma to overcome first."

Master came into the room and he was wearing sleep pants. Though his cock was still bulging them, semi-hard, at least he was covered. "Have you given Fatima your survey, Beth?"

"No, sir."

"Wouldn't you like to know how Fatima scores? She had no choice in her slavery. Perhaps because she had no choice, it will show something different for her than it would for a normal submissive."

Hmm. Master was right. There was a whole new set of circumstances surrounding Fatima. She might not have a submissive nature at all. It had been forced on her against her will.

I got out and dried off while Fatima finished. I put on some clothes from Master's closet, the only place I could find any of my clothes. I was meeting Doctor Kline and his wife today, so I put on something nicer than exercise gear, a tee, and skirt. Still had to put on underwear though. Fatima was right. Underwear was a drag. I felt so much freer going without. When Fatima came out of the shower, I told her to wear the robe down to her room, get dressed and come back and we'd eat together, then I wanted to give her a survey I'd developed.

Fatima enjoyed breakfast again. She smiled and chatted with the people who said hi and asked her how she was doing.

"She seems to be doing much better," Master said, smiling.

"She does," I agreed. "I think it helps that everyone is so nice and friendly and non-threatening. Even the dour types have put smiles on their faces when they're talking to her. When she's able to have sex again, she'll have twenty people standing in line waiting."

"Do you think she should have sex with multiple people? Shouldn't she stick with just one when she starts?"

"I don't know. I've never studied anything like this. Perhaps Professor Kline will know. If not, I'll start studying what I can find in the literature."

After breakfast, we went to morning muster, and Buck got chosen as Employee of the Day today. Now Fatima knew what the drawing was for, she looked Buck over. "I'd fuck him," she said.

"Not yet, Fatima."

"I know not yet, but he looks nice. If I had to do him, I would."

"Who wouldn't you fuck if I gave you freedom to fuck people?"

"I'm not sure. They've all been pretty nice. Ethan and the two really big men, I don't know their names; they kind of scare me, but I think I'd fuck them too."

"The two big guys are Jake, the black one, and Art, the white one. Do you prefer men?"

"I suppose. Hans very seldom had me fuck other women. I had to learn to please women at Mahmoud's because they never knew who would buy you. Some of the women trainers were worse than the men; harder and more demanding. Men were easier to please. As long as they climaxed they were happy except Mahmoud. The women would make you do it over and over until they were happy with your work, no matter how long it took you or how often they orgasmed."

I took her back to my room and gave her my survey. I didn't load it yet as I wanted to give it to the Klines. A little before 0900, Fatima went down to the gym looking for Edgar.

Master told me to take care of Darla and Jake before the Professor arrived. I found Jake on the bridge and took care of him there, sucking his cock until I claimed my prize. It wasn't my best work, but he didn't seem unhappy about it. As Fatima said, men were easier to please. Darla, I found in the room she shared with Kelly, though Kelly wasn't there. Once again, I was struck by the sensuality she exuded, not traditionally beautiful, but I wanted to bury my face in her thick rug and eat her until my tongue came loose. I gave her a second orgasm, the first came so easily, and I didn't want to pull out of her cunt.

"When do I get another shot at you and your Master?" Darla asked as I wiped my face.

"Unknown, as we've been looking after Fatima. I know Kelly is next and I suppose you'd be after her, although everything may get delayed or otherwise mucked up by our next guest, arriving today. My professor from college is visiting because he thinks I might be suffering from Stockholm syndrome or similar after I agreed to continue serving Master after my year is up. I've got to get going, he should be here any moment."

"Thanks for the orgasms. It was nice."

A quick kiss and I was gone, heading to the helicopter deck. One of the benefits of our current situation was I didn't need to find someone to take my leash. I didn't need to be leashed if dressed, and I was always dressed now. I found myself missing the nudity and leash.

I found Master waiting with Hannah. "Leo should arrive in five minutes," Master said. "What are their first names"

"Herman for Dr. Kline, sir. His father was German, his mother black. I believe the original spelling of his name was K-L-E-I-N, but he changed it. His wife is Oliva. She's Hispanic, I think she was born in Argentina and emigrated to the US when she was a child. It's one of the reasons they decided to join us on our South American leg."

"How old are they?"

"Dr. Kline is around forty, a little older perhaps and I believe his wife is a couple years younger, Master."

"It's too bad you can't be naked to greet them. I'd like to see your response to each other."

"Fatima is undergoing self defense training with Edgar at the moment, sir. Do you have my leash?"

Master smiled, pulling my leash out of his pocket. I stripped off my clothes and stood there in my birthday suit, waiting for my college professor and his wife, a collar around my neck and a leash fastened to my collar. My cunt began to liquefy.

"Does this mean the rest of the slaves can go naked again, Joshua?" Hannah asked.

"Not yet. Beth will put on clothes before lunch and I think we'll have to remain clothed for a while."

A couple minutes later, Leo was making a perfect landing on the helicopter deck. Doctor and Mrs. Kline got down, ducking low below the slowing blades, their eyes lowered. When they raised them, they saw me, in all my naked glory, leashed, standing beside my Master.

"Professor Herman Kline, Oliva, my name is Joshua Greenbriar and I'm so happy you could join me on my ship. Beth has really looked forward to your visit." He shook both of their hands, their eyes going to him momentarily before returning to me.

I think both of them were embarrassed to see me like this, wanting to look away, but inevitably drawn back, almost like a car wreck you feel like a ghoul for gawking at. I'd gotten used to being naked, although it was odd it was Doctor Kline and his wife seeing me like this. Everyone else on the ship had known me as nothing other than a naked slave. They'd known me for years as a simple college student and were now seeing me in a far different light. It was different for both of us. I hugged them both as I'd been wont to do previously and neither of them knew what to do with their hands.

"It's so good to see you, Doctor Kline, Mrs. Kline. I don't know how much has been explained to you about what happened recently and why we weren't able to meet you in Rio de Janeiro, but I would really value your help on a mental health issue. Before we get into that, I'm sure you'd love being taken to your room. Your pilot will help see your luggage to your room, but I can take you. I'll get you refreshments, or something to eat, if you require it. We'll be dining formally at 1230, in the dining room. Someone will be by your cabin to show you to the dining room, or I can give you a tour of the ship if you're not tired and don't need to rest."

"Why don't you show us to our room and we can take a few moments to discuss the mental health issue you're referring to." I handed Professor Kline the end of my leash, which he looked as if he wanted to drop like a hot potato. Nevertheless, he took it. I started leading them to their room. "Is it pertaining to you?"

"Not at all, sir. I'm doing wonderfully."

"You haven't changed your mind about permanently attaching yourself to this man? He's married now."

"I know. I was the one who encouraged him to marry, but we'll discuss that later. I'll give you enough time to speak as much as you want to me to reassure you I haven't suddenly lost my mind. To me, it's the least of my worries."

Mrs. Kline said, "The way Herman discussed your situation, I thought half of the people on board would be running around naked and screwing each other on the ship when we arrived. I was surprised it was just you naked and no one was screwing."

I laughed. "Normally, there would be a few more naked slaves running around the ship, and public screwing does take place, usually around our morning muster, but the reason there isn't, is related to the problem we need to discuss. The only reason I'm naked at the moment is because the reason for wearing my clothing was busy at the moment and I wanted you to see me in my normal state. Other than the last three days, I probably haven't spent more than an hour or two clothed while I was on the ship, and precious few clothes off of it. I invited you so you could see I wasn't mad or suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. That means showing you how things normally exist for me. The last three days have been an aberration to the rest of the cruise."

We reached their room and I opened the door. "This is your room for the balance of your stay. Your suitcases should be here shortly. There is water and a bottle of wine in the mini fridge. I can also get you something else to drink or food, though I suggest not eating too much before lunch."

"Why don't you tell me about the mental health issue you referred to. A bottle of water will do fine for now."

I told them all about Fatima, what had happened to her and for how long, described her injuries and mental health issues, which was why things weren't currently normal for the ship.

"Oh, that poor girl," Oliva said. "How horrible it must have been."

"What did you think were her issues?"

"I believe she's suffering from a version of PTSD. She was hyper sexualized to a large extent, forced to accepting she must be sexually pleasing to people and expects to be used sexually by them. She was brutalized to the point she could not say NO to the slightest hint of an order, even if the orders were contradictory. She went back and forth between them, begging not to be punished because she could not comply with both.

"Since the word NO was removed from her vocabulary by her treatment, I've tried to give her a replacement word, 'Mota', which is Spanish for Spot, the name of a dog she had as a child. She used the word last night for the first time when told to do something she didn't want to do. It's a measure of progress. Since she was horribly punished and kept in a near constant state of nudity under her previous owner, we've decided not to do any of those things around her lest she become fearful the same will happen to her again. We're keeping her in clothes despite her desire to go naked, and the crew has been told they must refuse sex with her even if she asks for it."

"Reasonable."

"I expect she might need a substantial amount of treatment before she could be relatively safe living in the real world again. At the moment, she might do anything anyone ordered her to do, even prostitute herself. She believes the brand she received before she was sold identifies her as a slave forever and she will be taken and sold again now her owner has been arrested. For now, she feels safe because Master won't allow her to be taken from the ship, but she may be more nervous on dry land. Master is looking into having her brand removed, which may make her feel safer. I was hoping you might be able to provide her counseling. Master will pay for it. She could stay at my old apartment which is vacant, or perhaps your home if she felt safer there. Anything she needs, Master will pay for."

"That's very generous of him," Oliva said. "She's not really his problem."

"And if he didn't treat it as his problem, whose problem would it be? A Spanish woman taken in Algiers and sold in South America, without a passport, who might be taken by slavers again considering how prone to sexual suggestion she is.

"Master is a very generous man. He gave 100 million dollars to The Bahamas to recover from hurricane damage, plus a discount on any supplies they purchased from his companies. The same man who owned Fatima was clear cutting Amazon forest in Suriname. He bankrupted that man before he was arrested, sold the company to a competitor and is paying him six million a year and a fifteen percent premium on lumber sold to his companies for any lumber to encourage renewable forestry. I love him a great deal and I'm not the only one. His wife loves him and his crew would do anything for him.

"You might not respect him, Doctor Kline, because he has become my Master and I wish to remain his submissive after my year is up, but he's done nothing I don't love and respect him for."

"I still aim to see if you yourself are suffering from issues pertaining to your submission," he said. "Why don't I see Fatima this afternoon after lunch, and give her a thorough examination. I might need access to the computer equipment you mentioned if I need to give her any standardized tests such as the Myers-Briggs and MMPI-2."

"Of course, sir. I shall endeavor to keep your wife entertained while you're busy. I've developed a survey of my own which I was wondering if you'd take. It measures the degree of Dominance and submission in people. I've developed it as part of my research."

"I'll take it," Oliva said. "What do I need to do?"

Before I could answer, both of their suitcases were delivered and I helped them put things away. When we were finished, I pulled out my iPad and gave it to Oliva showing her how to answer. "If you don't believe a question applies to you, touch the DNA - does not apply button. I have another one if you'd like to take it Professor Kline."

"Why not?"

I handed it to him. Oliva finished first as she'd started first.

"Might I say, you seem to have adapted to your nudity quite well. You seem almost unaware of it," she said, handing my iPad back.

"You get used to it. I'm actually more comfortable nude than I am with clothing. I actually felt stranger with you than I normally feel."

"Why is that?" she asked.

"Everyone on the ship has never known me as anything other than a naked slave. You've both known me as a student, and for longer. Letting you see me as I am now is an adjustment. You're probably used to Herman seeing you nude, but would be embarrassed if anyone else saw you the same. I'm used to everyone else seeing me naked, but not you."

"How often do you and your Master have sex?"

"At least once daily, frequently more often. Having a naked slave at your beck and call tends to be arousing to most men."

"Do you have sex with anyone else?"

"I've had oral sex at least, with everyone on the ship. The survey you just took - in order for me to get full participation of the crew, Master offered my oral services to anyone who took it. I've had full intercourse with others as Master allows."

"You mean that you could provide oral sex to Herman and me?"

"Only if you wished it. It is not forced on anyone. With the exception of Master, Hannah and Angelique, who are married to each other, no one else on this vessel is married. As single people, there was no impediment to having me provide oral gratification to them. Our medic and nurse are engaged to each other, but they're also submissive and can have sex with other women, but not men."

"How does that work, with your Master now being married?"

"I have sex with both of them. They both enjoy me. I enjoy them."

"And you'd never had sex with women before you decided on submission as the topic for your thesis?"

"Never. I was a fairly plain Jane when it came to sex before my submission. Nothing near the fringes of what most people consider normal behavior."

"Does your behavior now make you feel like a slut?"

"It's definitely on the edge of slutty behavior. I suppose since most of the sex I have is at Master's instigation and with his permission, I feel less like a slut than if I were initiating all the sex myself. I'm only doing as he orders. In a way, it's freeing. I have less responsibility for my behavior and can let myself enjoy what's happening, as opposed to worrying if my behavior is excessive."

Professor Kline put my iPad down. "Come on, Beth! It's promiscuous behavior, no matter how you slice it or what name you put on it!"

"Defined by who, exactly?" I asked.

"Society."

"And how has society done throughout history as an arbiter of our morals? Society has tolerated, condoned or codified the real ownership of slaves. It condoned or allowed separate but equal institutionalized racial bias. It hasn't allowed homosexuals who love each other to marry, tolerates the systematic suppression of minorities by the police. How many times have you been stopped by the police for driving a nice car in a nice neighborhood? How many times have your kids been stopped? That's society. Should I be willing to let society decide what my morality is supposed to be? I want to decide what's moral or not. As long as I'm not hurting anyone, it shouldn't matter to anyone what I do."

"She's not wrong, Herman. If she's not hurting anyone, does it make any difference what she does out here."

"I just thought she was a brilliant student with a brilliant future ahead of her, and look at her now. She's a slave, damn it. A fucking slave to a rich bastard who doesn't care for her. He married another woman."

"You're making two horrible assumptions, Professor. The first is assuming I have no future. My future is the same as it ever was. I'm going to finish my degree, and practice psychology. I don't want to be a leech on Joshua's wealth. I want to make my own way. He promised me I could and I trust his word. The second is Master asked me to marry him first. I refused him. Miranda was his second choice, one I urged him to make. I have no doubt in my mind he loves me. He would move heaven and earth for me if I needed it. Our relationship is different, but it's not missing any of the qualities I would look for in one."