My Voyage Of Submission Ch 09

In the chapter the ship is crossing the Atlantic and making a rendezvous with a Navy ship before securing the freedom of the kidnap victim. This chapter contains oral, anal, interracial and lesbian sex. It contains slave discipline, primarily orgasm denial. Thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial expertise. All mistakes remain mine. No STD's or COVID-19 in my fantasy world.

My Voyage of Submission, Ch 9, Atlantic Crossing

Master woke us at 1300, and we were still groggy.

"Damn," Francesca said, "we missed our flight, Belle. Why didn't you wake us earlier, Master?"

He just looked at her.

"I'm sorry, sir. It wasn't your problem. Now we can't leave until tomorrow and won't be getting into Ocala until three AM what with landing in Miami and driving and I have to be back to work on Monday morning."

"It wasn't my problem, but I have a solution, if you'd like to hear it."

"Please, Master."

"I've arranged for a private jet to fly you directly to Ocala, where you will find a car from Hertz rented in your name. You should be home in bed by ten. I've arranged for your vehicle to be driven from Miami to Ocala sometime in the next couple days, so I'll need your car keys. You'll also find the seats to have a lot more leg room and you might be able to sleep on the plane. Leo will fly you to the airport tomorrow at 0700. You will reward the flight crew with oral sex. You don't get any.

"There will be other stipulations made on your life now that I'm responsible for you. We'll discuss those after you've said goodbye to Professor and Mrs. Kline. They are disembarking shortly to visit some of her family. I felt sure you especially, Beth, would want to say goodbye, so put some clothes on and wish them farewell. We'll discuss your other failings in the playroom after you've had something to eat. By the way, the daily and monthly drawing was held this morning, and Beth, you need to take care of Edgar's reward for his bodyguard services last night. This should keep you busy the better part of the afternoon and evening. Get to it."

"Yes, Master," like three parrots.

We still didn't need to put on much, but I did want to brush my teeth. Ten minutes later, I was saying goodbye to both of them.

"So Professor, I assume from all the that's happened in the last week, you no longer think I'm mentally ill or suffering from Stockholm syndrome?"

"I think I can safely say that," he laughed. "Joshua is a much nicer and kinder man than I thought he'd be, considering. I think you're fine and I needn't worry about you."

"How are you both doing? Nothing to be concerned about in your marriage is there?"

Oliva answered, "No, I think we're both good. It was definitely a sudden change in our marriage, but the changes weren't bad as those things go. We're actually having a lot more sex with each other than we were before this trip. I'd have to say I love my husband more than ever and I'm looking forward to the future with a lot of anticipation, and not a few tingles." She smiled at me.

"I'm happy for you both. You don't mind I had a crush on your husband?"

"No. You behaved yourself and never did anything about it, which is all that really needs to be said. I think we'll both miss having sex with you. You're very talented."

"Some of it is practice, but I think much of it is how much I want to be of service, to be pleasing to people, to make them feel better. I really strive to do my best for people like Sahar and Fatima, knowing how awful life has been for them and wanting to give them something special to make up for what's happened. I can't make up for the past, but perhaps give them something to look forward to in the future."

"I know. I admire Joshua for many of the same things. He really wants their lives to improve. He doesn't have to care, but he does," Herman said. "It's a rare quality in a person. By the way, I put Fatima in a trance yesterday while you were being painted, and might have gotten some more details about Mahmoud's location from her. Joshua has my notes."

"Now you know why I wanted to remain his forever."

Oliva patted my back. I hugged and kissed them both, slipping both of them a little tongue.

"Be careful," Herman warned. "It sounds as if you're messing with some dangerous people now."

"I will. It's nice to know I've got so many capable people on my side."

"Hopefully, you'll never need them."

Master hugged both of them and kissed Oliva, though I think he left the tongue out of it. Belle and Francesca said quick good-byes as well. Francesca reminded them they lived fairly close together and if they wanted to get together, they'd both be willing. Maybe chat about the trip. I think Francesca was just looking forward to fucking Professor Kline again, but I didn't blame her, and if she had permission, it was none of my business.

After they left, Master told us we had a half hour to eat and then to meet him in the playroom. We rushed down to the mess, had a sandwich and beverage and reported to the playroom promptly at the allotted time.

Master had three Slave Trainers in the chargers and three more which he handed to us.

"Put these on." He waited until they were on and buzzing merrily away before he continued as we dressed again. "Except when Beth is rewarding the Employee of the Month, they will stay in you and on. When it dies, you will put on another one and charge the other. You two," pointing to Belle and Francesca, "may remove yours at 2300 tonight so you can get sufficient sleep before you leave. Because you get to take yours off at eleven, you'll receive fifty swats tonight and fifty more tomorrow morning before you leave. The individual who returns your car from Miami will get to fuck you both, then give you fifty more swats apiece.

"Beth, you will be wearing your slave trainer for twenty-seven hours, interrupted only for the aforementioned reward. You will sleep in the cage under my bed each of the next two nights. You won't get spanked because you'll be wearing it for over a day."

"I'd rather get spanked, Master."

"I know you would, which is why you won't. I think the only punishment sufficient for cumming twenty-seven times without permission, is not cumming for twenty-seven hours, no matter how much you want to cum, hence the punishment."

"Yes, sir." I was right, screwed, or not screwed, as the case might be. No sex for awhile. At least it wasn't twenty-seven straight. I was fucking someone for six hours, someplace along the line.

"Belle and Francesca, you are not to give each other orgasms for a week, starting now. Once you leave the ship, you will get the fucking from the driver returning your car and you may each masturbate once a day at ten PM local time. That is the only sex you get for one week. After your week is up, I'll have made arrangements for you to have sex with others. Mistress Layton will be assisting with this. Expect to spend some time on her farm serving the hired help. In return, as a reward for your fuckings, you will pleasure her as she directs. You may also begin having sex with each other again, but only two orgasms apiece per day."

"Yes, Master, we understand."

"Are there any questions?"

"Who won the drawings, sir?" I asked.

He consulted some notes. "Belle got Hannah, Francesca got Rafael, Beth got Reggie for the daily and Henderson for the monthly. Go take care of your responsibilities. Beth, take care of Henderson after supper. The daily winners know you're not to cum, so expect to provide oral sex without relief yourself. Beth, if the men wish to, they may cum on your face."

"Yes, sir." My reward for letting Edgar see me take Tito's load on my face. I can't say I regretted it, even so. It was something different which I hadn't done with Master previously. Might mean more showers, though.

We disbursed, looking for our responsibilities, each of us knowing it was going to be a long time before we were allowed to orgasm. I found Reggie in the galley and we stepped into the mess before I went to my knees for his blowjob. As expected, Reggie wanted to explode all over my face. I held his cock aimed at my face and felt his cock pulsing in my hand as he splashed me with his hot splooge. He handed me a wet towel afterward to wipe my face off. He'd been careful not to get it in my hair, which was nice.

I found Edgar in the gym with a number of other special forces types and Roberta, giving self defense instruction to the six freed slaves. They all had their iPads out while listening to Edgar. They each had AirPod Pros in their ears so they could hear the explanations without having a cacophony of different languages chattering at once. I listened as he spoke.

"This ship has been tasked with a huge responsibility," Edgar said. "A young woman, a Peace Corps volunteer, was kidnapped by Mahmoud for ransom. We're going to be handling the arrangements for paying the ransom for her parents and retrieving her. This means we'll be making contact with Mahmoud or his agents. You freed slaves will be kept hidden away while they're aboard. You should be okay as we'll be taking every precaution to see to your safety, but we want you to be able to defend yourselves just in case. You'll be issued firearms before they're allowed aboard. Stay in your locked room and don't open the door for anyone but Fatima. She'll be given a code word so you know you can open the door for her and it's safe. This means for the next week, you'll be practicing shooting pretty much constantly except for Fatima, who has other duties to perform, but has had some of this training before.

"You'll have several different instructors working with you each day, but expect to be here roughly twelve hours a day practicing. While we want you able to defend yourselves, we also don't want you accidentally shooting yourself or someone else you don't want to be shooting. If you do well over the next four days, we'll give you a live firearm to fire so you can get used to the noise. Any questions so far?"

While each of the women reacted negatively to the news there would be a slaver aboard, the ones who recognized Mahmoud's name were the most fearful, particularly Farah, who had just been freed a couple days ago. Sahar saw her shaking and spoke a few quiet words to her which seemed to help.

There being no particular questions to start, Edgar turned it over to Roberta who started explaining the shooting gallery and how to operate it, Fatima helping if there was anything the translation programs had difficulty with. Edgar took my hand with a smile.

"Joshua wants your training to accelerate as well, both nine MM and rifle. When we're out at sea, you'll be shooting live rounds off the stern room." I nodded. "I've been waiting much of the day for you to wake up, Wonder Woman. We'll be heading to my cabin for my reward for last night's guard duty."

"Did you get much sleep?"

"Not much. I only slept until 1000, but I'll be okay. Let me ask, do you enjoy taking a load in the face?"

"It's not my preferred method. I like swallowing more, but I was trying to do different things per Master's instruction. Variety is the spice of life, don't you think?"

"Had you done it before?"

I told him about my bukkake at 'The Woodshed', though I'd been able to wear goggles. "Mistress Layton thought I should be prepared for anything a Master might like to do, since we had no idea what my Master might want. He sent out a questionnaire to the applicants which covered just about everything a Dominant and submissive might do. It even included things Master wouldn't do, trying to weed out people interested in the truly bizarre.

"I didn't exclude taking a facial from my slave agreement, because it was bearable, but like I say, not my preference. On the whole, it's kind of messy and I tend to be tidy myself. No one wants to sleep in the wet spot."

Edgar laughed. We reached his room. Ethan wasn't present, helping Roberta in the gym.

"How do you want to finish? Down my throat or in my face?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet. I'm still thinking about it." He paused. "Were you serious yesterday when you talked about Fatima?"

"Serious as a heart attack. You're not the most handsome man aboard, but you have a certain rugged appeal. Fatima seemed to be responding to you, in my opinion. I don't know if it was more than that, or if she'd still feel the same considering you kind of dumped her. She did appear to respond to you."

"What's it like sharing someone with another person?"

"I have no problem with sharing, as I like the ones I share Master with. I'm having sex with them too, so it's not like I'm excluded. I tend to like everyone aboard. You're like my family. I know some of it is due to my submissive nature. I want Master to have all life has to offer, including other people. Anything which gives him joy and pleasure, gives me the same, but isn't it a purer kind of love?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I truly love someone, don't I want to see them happy? If there were something I couldn't give him, do I resent the people who can give him those things or be happy because someone can?"

"What can someone else give him you can't?"

"Variety. Even I enjoy variety. Everyone is different. If you've ever been in a long term relationship with someone, it doesn't stop you wondering what it would be like to be with someone else, even if you wouldn't cheat on them. I think it's human nature. Pierre can give Fatima something you can't give her; his submission. You're too much an alpha male to give her that, which might be something she needs. It doesn't mean Fatima will love him or marry him. It's a happy coincidence I love Master in addition to being subservient to him. I was subservient to Mistress Layton without loving her. It was a very close and powerful connection, but it wasn't love."

I started to remove his clothes. "The thing you need to ask yourself, in addition to whether or not you could share Fatima with Pierre, is whether or not you can give up the perks you're enjoying now, like me. Fatima was exposed to both Catholicism and Muslim religion through her parents, and both religions tend to be more conservative. She had boyfriends before she was enslaved, but Fatima may be a very traditional person underneath. She may want her boyfriend to be exclusive to her, even though she has a slave.

"Björn wants Lynn to be exclusive to him except for her slaves, or slaves in general; that wasn't clear to me. If you were to establish a relationship with Fatima, she may not want you fucking around with me or any of the other women. That would need to be something you work out with her. Just throwing that out there." The last of his clothes were removed. "I'm assuming you want to make this last as opposed to getting off as fast as possible."

Edgar laughed. "Good assumption."

"I'll also assume you want me to swallow unless you indicate otherwise. Tap my head three times if you want to give me a facial instead."

"Three times. Got it."

I had him lie down on his bunk and gave him the best blow job I could. I couldn't cum anyway, so someone ought to get some pleasure out of it and he'd put his reward off for over eight hours. I stretched it out for thirty minutes.

"Fuck woman! Let me cum, damn it," Edgar finally said. He wasn't tapping my head when he said it.

I took him over the edge and he exploded into my mouth, flooding my throat with his cream, bucking up and down off the bed with each throb of his dick.

"Just when I'm almost convinced I should give Fatima a chance, you do something like that to make me question my decision," Edgar panted, his cock finally shrinking.

"Don't forget, Fatima was trained as a sex slave. She'll have similar skills as her owner would have wanted her to be pleasing, though she might not have wanted to try as hard for him. At a minimum, she can probably deep throat a cock. If she cares for you, I'm sure she'd do her best to give you pleasure. It might take some time for her to get comfortable with a man again, but Pierre will be helping in that regard; allowing her to trust again as he won't do more than she wants."

"So you're saying Pierre might let her trust men again because he's submissive and won't be pushing her for sex?"

"Exactly. He might open her up to all the other men on the ship."

"Damn, you make some compelling arguments."

"I understand submissives and to a certain extent, Dominants. We're all different, but there are similarities."

I patted his leg and got up. "Cripes, I need to cum bad."

"Yeah, Joshua told me what he planned on doing since you didn't ask for permission to cum."

"My fault. I should have thought of it. I know better."

"Different circumstance, kind of flummoxed you. Does it make you resent him?"

"Live and learn, and no, I don't resent him. I knew and part of my submission is the control he exerts over me. It's part of what I desire, so it would be foolish to resent him for exercising it. To put wearing this thing in perspective, though, just imagine if I kept doing you for twenty-seven hours instead of thirty minutes."

"I'd have killed myself."

"Jury is still out on whether I'll want to or not. At least I'll get a break when I take care of the Employee of the Month. Please be kind if you decide to pursue Fatima. She's suffered enough for two lifetimes."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

******

We had dinner early, at 1700. I was one of the servers, so Master wasn't feeding me. He was feeding Francesca and Belle, being one of the last times he could before they left. I would sometimes moan in frustration when the Slave Trainer cut off leaving me bereft. Sahar wondered why I was moaning, not being able to see the device under my clothes. I told her I'd discuss it later. I think the others wondered as well, but were too shy to ask about it. I'd already changed the Slave Trainer once, and would probably need to do so again fairly soon. I could hardly wait until I had to serve Henderson tonight. He was a nice young man.

As dinner broke up, Master told me he'd see me around midnight, gave me permission to cum with Henderson, then left me to clean up. Sahar asked me again why I was moaning so frequently.

"Master allowed me to have sex with other people last night and I didn't ask for his permission to orgasm. As punishment, I'm wearing a device which keeps me on the edge of climax, without letting me have one. I have to wear it an hour for each orgasm I had without his permission."

"How many hours?" Sahar asked me in English.

"Twenty-seven."

Back to the iPad. "You climaxed twenty-seven times? In how long?"

"About three and a half hours, more or less." She looked at me in surprise. "I told you my slavery was much different than your own."

"And you won't disobey him?"

"No. If I disobey, all I am is an immoral woman who craves sex. Without obedience, I have no excuse for my behavior. What are you doing this evening?"

"More shooting practice, until ten."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow. Even though I'm not allowed to orgasm, I can still give them to you if Master allows."

Sahar smiled when she saw the translation.

"Talk tomorrow."

Henderson came to the dining room to get me at 1810. Since his roommate was currently off duty and using his room, we went to the stern room for our sex. The back end was closed up, so no one could see us from the outside. We helped each other undress and he saw the Slave Trainer when I was otherwise naked. As I took it off, he asked what it was.

"A punishment for cumming without Master's permission. It won't let me orgasm. The only time I'm allowed to remove it, is to have sex with you. You don't know how much I'm craving it right now. This is going to be a picnic compared to the last five hours."

"Why didn't you ask?"

"I forgot. We were getting all gussied up before going to a brothel for women. Didn't think of it in the excitement."