This story is an homage to Mistress_Christine and her wonderful stories from the lesbian country.
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As I come to the bridge of the flagship 'Angela Merkel', Seawoman Carter announces "Admiral on the bridge."
The captain, ship's engineer and sailing master turn from their discussion and greet me.
If you met Captain Sue, as she prefers to be addressed, ashore you'd think her just a plump, short happy go lucky gal, but at sea she's the consummate sea captain. Her people skills are hard to match. Everyone on 'Angela' wants to do their best for her and her ship.
The ship's engineer, Ms Edwards, was born slave, bought by the company, and went to sea at twelve. She was smart and worked hard, so the company sponsored her to first move up to 'indentured' then to 'citizen'. This is a progressive company.
Sailing master, Ms Dodd, was born free.
Angela Merkel is motor sailing at ten knots with a full cargo hold towards home port. The three were discussing when to turn off the electric drives and continue under sail power alone.
The day is warm, so the ABs (Able Body seawomen) on deck are standing their watches in various degrees of undress. When we have VIP guests aboard they must wear, at a minimum, shorts and a tank top. All the crew are company owned.
Slave children live with their mothers until age three, when they go to the government residential schools. There they are taught manners, basic reading, writing and arithmetic, then given basic training in a trade. At twelve they are auctioned. Slaves cannot be used or touched sexually until their 'age of submission' birthday at nineteen.
Rank does have it's privileges. As Admiral, I have a cabin boy. I buy a twelve year old, keep it until it's age of submission, sell it and get another. The young ones are such good workers and hardly ever need to be beaten. Also, my wife ashore likes knowing I'm being faithful to her when at sea.
This is the last sail for my present one, Sally. I've made a deal with a breeder who looked her over before we sailed. She's been weepy and sad all trip. The last one was the same. Cried all the way to the auction. I'm sure those red puffy eyes took a lot off the selling price.
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In port, after I deliver her and see that the payment has arrived in my bank account I head for the apartment. That's where my day turned to shit. Inside the door were three boxes sealed with tape and an envelope with my name on it.
' Dear Julie. I cannot go on as your part time wife. I've met someone. We've packed your things. When you leave give your key to the super, she'll change the locks.
You are no longer my wife. Say away from me. Ann.'
I went back to my only real home. The ship.
A few days later Captain Sue drew me aside. "When I told Jenny about your situation she said to invite you home with me for a few days. Here's a letter."
It read, 'Dear Admiral, you simply must come to Oak Park for a visit. We hardly ever see you. Jenny.' It was on paper embossed with her family crest and printed across the top "Lady Jennifer Parkwood."
Sue married very well.
" Well, I guess that settles that, can't disappoint Lady Jennifer."
"Great Julie, I told the driver we'd leave at fifteen hundred. The drive takes a few hours.
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The manor at Oak Park was elegantly understated. As we pull up it looks like a mid twentieth century ranch house, but what one sees is just the top floor of a mansion built into the side of a valley.
Lady Jennifer was at the door to greet us, attended by three maids in short sleeve grey dresses with lace trim and black leather extreme stilettos. Two were dispatched with our luggage, the third followed us down a wide marble stair case to a wood paneled den and served us glasses of red wine.
Lady Jennifer looked elegant as always. Her long blond hair was down, flowing over the shoulders of her robin egg blue cashmere turtle neck. Her dusty blue ankle length wool skirt was wrapped with a wide royal blue belt that matched her leather slippers. She wore a single string of pearls, pearl earrings, and her wedding and engagement rings.
"A toast! To my beautiful officers and their ship."
We sat. "Vivian, dear, send for Tina please."
A very pretty little brunette came in, almost wearing a little black dress and silver heels. I almost drooled.
"Admiral, this is Tina, Tina, the Admiral is staying with us for a few days." I reached out and touched her hand. "Please call me Julie."
"Good. Julie, Tina will be yours for your stay. Vivian, get Tina a glass of wine and top ours up. Thank you Dear."
We sat and talked. The view across the valley, with a river twisting along it's floor grew dark as the sun set. Lights blinked on in a village across the river. Everything one could see was part of Lady Jennifer's estate.
A maid came and announced dinner.
After dinner Jenny, with a hand gently stroking Sue's back said "Please excuse us. My captain is worn out. She needs her rest." They left arm in arm.
"Well, Tina, do you know what room is mine?"
