In this chapter, our characters go to a BDSM club in Buenos Aires, finding and freeing another slave, and also to a legal brothel in the same city, paying for sex. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, interracial, and public sex. It also contains acts of Dominance and submission and Beth learns what it's like to be struck with a stingray barb. There is no COVID nor STD's in this fantasy world. Once again, I thank JohnnyGalt for his editorial expertise. Any remaining errors are mine.
My Voyage of Submission, Ch 8 - Buenos Aires
Fatima tried sneaking out of the room around 0530. I heard her, got up, covered up Master, Francesca and Belle and hugged her. I went out the door with her so we wouldn't disturb the others.
"Are you feeling okay?" I asked when we were outside. "No second thoughts, apprehensions, anything disturbing your tranquility?"
"No. I'm doing well. Thank you. That was quite amazing, more than I expected considering I'm not really into women. My pig of an owner put me with other women sometimes, but I can't say I enjoyed it much. You, on the other hand, were a different story."
"Everything is different if it's not forced on you."
"And it was pleasant not having to reciprocate."
"Master took care of me. I was there for your pleasure, not mine."
"I'm sorry I woke you."
"It wasn't that far from my normal wake up time. I sleep fairly lightly so I can be of service if needed. Do you think you are still interested in Pierre as a slave?"
"I think so, if he still wants me as a Mistress."
"I believe so. When he heard you were free to ask for sex, he kept an eye on you to see if you were ready to ask."
"Do you think he'll do what I say and not try forcing himself on me?"
"Pierre used to be a submissive to a woman. He hasn't been as long as he's worked for Master, but he understands submission. It's been a while, but if you impress your Dominance upon him early and often, he should get back into a routine with you. I'd talk to Lynn. She will have the most understanding of dealing with a male submissive and can give you the most pointers. Then talk to Pierre and establish what you both want out of a relationship together, set your rules."
"Will I have to fuck him right away? I'm not sure if I'm ready for a man to penetrate me yet, anywhere. I'd like to proceed slowly."
"His sexuality will belong to you now. You decide when and where he can fuck you. To be a good Mistress, you should be aware of his needs sexually, which will probably start to increase with his submission. But you don't have to do anything with him to start. You can address his needs by allowing him to masturbate, or more importantly, ordering him to masturbate, especially in front of others. It will be a symbol of your Dominance over him. If you're feeling benevolent, you can give him a hand job, but make him clean up after himself. You will never do it. He will clean his cum out of your pussy, off your skin, off the deck of your cabin, anywhere he puts it. He should get used to eating his own cum. You can use a strap on and fuck him in the ass, publicly is better, and again, he cleans up afterward. As I said, Lynn has more experience dealing with male slaves, so talk to her, or the Mistress I first learned submission from has two males slaves. I could give you her number and you could speak to her with a video call."
"You haven't always been Joshua's slave?"
"When I saw the ad for this position, I wanted to learn about submission a little before deciding if I could do it for a year. I was talking to a group of Dominants and submissives beforehand and a woman volunteered to teach me what she could for two weeks before I sent my application in. She was my first Dominant. She showed me as much as she could so I'd understand what I was getting myself into. It was kind of like jumping into the deep end of a pool to see if I could swim."
Fatima laughed. "Kind of like me and Dominance. I've been nothing but an involuntary slave for eighteen months and now I'm going to have my own voluntary one."
"But you've seen good Dominants and how they behave. You haven't been allowed to witness the nuances, but you've seen the broad strokes. By the way, if you're going to have your own slave, see Hannah about a room change. They may put you in Pierre's room and remove his current roommate, who I believe is Reggie, because they have similar schedules; or they may give you one of the guest suites. To start off, you might want him in a separate bed. He can pleasure you at your direction and you can send him to his own bed afterward. You could even leash or cuff him to his bed. If the time comes where you want him sharing your bed, you can move again. By the way. You can't keep him naked in the kitchen for sanitary reasons, but you can keep him naked everywhere else on the ship, like Manuel and Sherry when they're working in sick bay."
She squeezed my hand. "Thank you, Beth. You've been a big help to me since I came aboard."
"I only wish I could do more. I've felt helpless confronted with all of you. Not much I could do, especially given the language barrier with the others, and feeling terrible for what was done to you."
"You've done more than you know, just being a friend and someone I could talk to."
I squeezed hers back and went inside.
"How is Fatima doing?" Master asked softly as I slid back into bed.
"Okay on the whole. I think she'll go ahead with Pierre."
Master pulled me into his arms and nuzzled my neck. "Another two people who you've influenced," he whispered.
He began caressing me, finding me wet and ready for him. When he was hard, he had me mount him. We tried to be quiet and not move much, but Francesca and Belle both woke up before we'd gone too far. Francesca swung her legs over his face and Belle started nibbling on his nuts. It was a pleasant, slow fucking, all but Belle cumming, but her Mistress saw to her needs before and during our shower. The morning drawing had me getting Fred and I went to his room with him. He used my ass.
* * * * *
Master had meetings morning and afternoon today and tonight was the visit to the BDSM club. I spent the morning going over my survey again, having Oliva check the Spanish for accuracy. I also made sure the six other iPads all had the survey downloaded onto them. Bringing eight to the club would speed up the taking of them. Master was going to offer a thousand Argentinian Pesos to whoever took it, roughly $84 dollars US. We'd also keep an eye out for any more involuntary slaves. There was no problem bringing bodyguards to the club here in Argentina. Kidnapping of the rich was a problem recognized by most places. Usually, it was rich foreigners, but everyone was fair game.
Lunch had us dining together in the dining room, rather than the mess. Reggie and Pierre were in the mess so Fatima didn't have a chance to talk to Pierre. I could see she wanted to. She kept looking around hoping he'd show up. It was set up as a buffet, so no one was serving us. After lunch, Francesca, Belle and I spent all afternoon three on four with the ducklings. I took the two Arabic speaking women, Sahar and Maahnoor, Francesca worked with Ateefah and Belle with Hibbah, talking about some of the nuances of English compared to other languages. Sahar seemed to be grasping English more quickly. She was speaking some of her questions in English, and only getting the answers in Arabic.
We were about to end for supper when Sahar asked, not in English, "We heard Fatima scream last night."
"Did it scare you?" I asked.
"A little, even though it didn't sound like she was in pain. Plus she was gone all night. She said this morning she was not hurt. She would not say why she screamed though."
"She was probably embarrassed to say," I said.
"You know why?"
"I was the cause," I admitted.
They all looked at me expectantly.
"Fatima has been told she can ask for sex if she wants it and she was learning how to be a responsible Dominant to Pierre so he is treated better than she was. She was learning to spank a slave, me, and when she was done, felt aroused enough to wish to orgasm. I took her to my room for privacy and did my best to treat her to the best sex I could, given what she's gone through. I made her climax and that's when she screamed. When we were done, she was tired and I let her sleep in my bed."
"You do not sleep with your Master?" Maahnoor asked.
"I do, but I also have my own room where Fatima slept. She's not ready to have sex with men yet."
"What will she do with Pierre if she's not ready for sex with men?" Ateefah asked.
"Only what she wants. I suspect she will have Pierre give her oral sex. She will let him masturbate for his own release. It's up to her if she is the Mistress, not Pierre."
"Could we have our own sex slaves?" Maahnoor asked. "I'm not ready for sex with men either, but I wouldn't mind someone licking me until I screamed like Fatima did."
"I don't think there are any other men on the ship who are willing to be submissive. Manuel and Pierre were the only two."
"What about the women?" Hibbah asked.
"All of the women submissives are already in relationships," I said, "but you don't need your own slave to have sex. Just ask for a Dominant to share their slave. None of the slaves, man or woman, is prohibited from having sex with another woman. The only thing you have to prove is that you're ready to have sex again."
"How do we prove that without having sex?" Sahar asked.
"Part of what you needed to do, you've already done; given up your slave jewelry. You've shown you don't want to be slaves anymore."
"What else?"
"Wait a moment and I'll tell you."
I whispered in Francesca's ear and she nodded. Francesca suddenly growled in her best Mistress voice, "Take off your clothes, all of them. I want you all naked." As soon as the translations came through their iPads, everyone but Sahar started to remove their clothes. Sahar fingered her shirt, then got a look of such disgust on her face and she stopped.
"Stop!" Francesca ordered when they were half undressed. "Put your clothes back on."
The three who'd started removing theirs looked bewildered, but put their clothes back on.
"When you stop obeying a ridiculous order like Francesca gave you, you may be allowed to ask for sex," I said.
"What do you mean?" Maahnoor said, pulling up her dress.
"Francesca has no authority over you. Asking you to remove your clothes was not a reasonable order. If anyone on this ship ordered you to remove your clothes, that is not a reasonable order. You don't have to do unreasonable things because someone orders you to. They have no more right to tell you to remove your clothing than they have telling you to kill yourself. You have the right to say NO to unreasonable orders. You're not a slave anymore.
