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.
