DAY TWO -- AT SEA
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In the morning, I jolted awake with a hand over my mouth and another hand pinching my nipple. Talk about a rude awakening! It was our Butler, Reggie. He'd welcomed us to the room yesterday, and Sir made a point of explaining my purpose on the trip. I was sent off to the balcony while they conferred further, no doubt hatching nefarious plots. When I came back, Sir said that Reggie would handle my "morning preparations" and I should obey anything he told me to do, emphasis on anything. Gulp. Thinking about that first morning, after my "audition", I gulped again.
Reggie started the day by dragging me out of bed by my hair, quietly so we wouldn't disturb Sir. He pulled me into the second bathroom and put me in the tub -- yes, we had two bathrooms in this huge suite. He picked up the spray nozzle and hosed me off, scrubbing me with a brush, shooting the nozzle into my cunt and ass. When he was satisfied, he turned me over and shoved something hard and thin in my ass. God, he was giving me an enema. I was mortified! I'd done them myself to prepare for anal, but he filled my bowels a few times and I had to evacuate them with him watching. His face never showed what he was thinking about all of this. Did he love it? Did he despise me? Was he just in it for the money? Had he ever done this before?
After he cleaned out my anus with the spray nozzle, he put a blindfold on me. Then he dragged me by my hair again, still dripping wet, into the second bedroom where I could hear other men waiting. I wondered how many he'd start the day with. I couldn't see them, but I guessed this was the crew version of FuckMySlave.com. I wondered what Reggie was getting out of the deal from them. He threw the towel to one of them, who started mopping up the water so I wasn't making puddles on the floor. Well, at least not water puddles. I could already feel myself dripping, from the harsh, degrading treatment, and the thought of more cocks in me to start the day. I was exhausted, but still eager.
It was very basic, no-frills fucking. They just bent me over the bed and plunged right in. Three loads in my cunt, three in my ass, and Reggie took my mouth, ordering me to keep his cum on my tongue, in case Sir wanted that hole. I was a buffet, all holes prepped for Sir's pleasure. Reggie dragged me back into the master bedroom and gently awoke Sir. Though I think he'd been awake already, since some of the crew were pretty noisy when they came. Reggie bowed.
"Your slut is prepared as you requested, Sir."
Sir didn't even wait for Reggie to leave before he threw me on the bed. He started with fucking my mouth, but ended up fucking my cunt before cumming in my ass. He seemed very happy. He ordered me to put on my swimsuit and "cover up" so we could eat at the café by the private pool area in first class.
The swimsuit Miranda dictated may as well have been one of those tiny pasties/g-string combos that lurked in my dining future. There were cups that held my tits high and gave me great cleavage, but they were such a sheer pale blue/green color that they showed my entire nipple. The bikini bottoms were the same sheer material, so even though they covered my whole cunt, they left nothing to the imagination. And the "cover up" was string knotted in a mesh that made me look like a slutty mermaid trapped in a fishing net.
At breakfast, the waiter was very solicitous. I couldn't tell if it was just from what I was barely wearing, or if he'd been one of the ones to fuck me in the morning. I guess that's why they wanted me blindfolded. I was going to be running into men all day who had penetrated me and left their cum in me, but I wouldn't know who they were.
After we ate, we stripped and got in the pool. He kept in close contact with me, always keeping a hand on my hair or my back or my ass. A few times he pushed me up against the side of the pool and kissed me and shoved some fingers in me. We weren't supposed to have sex in the pool area, just the designated play areas, which didn't matter to me because I knew he still couldn't fuck me unless I had several loads in me. Still, it was exciting, and I liked feeling him get at least a little hard as he fingered me.
After that he paraded me around the ship for a while with just the net "cover up" and no bikini. He took me by the special sex shop boutiques they set up for the swinger cruises and checked out the offerings. He bought a butt plug and insisted on lubing it and inserting it right there at the boutique with lots of people watching. Apparently that didn't count as sexual activity, but it got him and others aroused enough that we formed a small parade to one of the play areas so eight strangers could fuck my cunt and mouth, ending with Sir creaming my pussy. They all said how tight my pussy felt with the butt plug in, so Sir said I should expect to wear one more often. He went back and bought the next two sizes up and said he'd work me up to them. The biggest one looked scary big!
Back in the boutiques, he also found a place that sold exotic clothing. He was entranced with one item. There were metal flowers with a part coming out of the center of the flower that you squeezed to open a set of pointy teeth on the underside. The clerk helpfully fastened the teeth of one of these onto my nipple and I squealed, much to the delight of everyone in the store. It was kind of like a clip-on pasty, and you could turn a screw to determine how much bite the teeth would have. They had them in sets, with a chain between them. They also had a labia version that was sort of like one of those banana hair clips that clamped on the outside of the labia, biting in the fleshy part to hold on and cover the interesting bits. Sir bought a set of tit/labia covers all chained together "for formal dining", but then moved on to the more exposing bits. There were bra tops with holes for the nipples to poke through, and the holes were framed by metalwork that could be tightened to hold the nipple at attention. Depending on how the bra was designed, they could be very subtle, matching the nipple color so it blended in, or it totally opposite colors so it was obvious that you had a titty hard on -- a hard on that never stopped, due to the metal band around it. The salesman told Sir that they could be especially fun with a violet wand, and the way he said it, I didn't want to know what a violet wand was.
Sir took me to lunch at the restaurant on the deck, still wearing the tit and cunt clips. He made me kneel at his feet instead of sitting in a chair. After the host seated us, Sir asked him if he liked the clips I was wearing. Of course the host said yes. Sir made a big deal about showing him the screws and tightening them while the host watched. Then when our waiter came to take our order, Sir did the same thing, tightening them even more. When they brought our food, he tightened them again; then they hurt so much I could barely think about eating. Fortunately Sir decided against dessert.
He decided we should go back to the pool so I could be properly naked. When he took the clips off, it hurt even worse for several minutes; it was all I could do not to screech as the circulation returned. Of course some of the guys around were checking this out as it happened. Sir asked them if they would be interested in helping him with the situation by sucking on my tits to sooth them. They ended up pulling up chairs in a circle and having me move around to stand in front of two of them at a time so they could each take a tit. Sir let them suck and twist and grope for a few minutes and then instructed me to move to the next ones. By the time I finished all nine guys, including Sir, some of the previous guys swapped out and new ones took their place. I ended up doing the circle four times. A few women got in the circle, too, which was weird for me.
