The Tale of Two Women

 

Chapter l -- The Graduates Graduate

When Brad Mussleman graduated from the Wharton School of Business as an honors student in their MBA program his parents bought him the large estate next to theirs in Western Los Angeles County, California as a bonus for joining their firm as a full partner. All the aspiring, talented, and single-minded girls who knew Brad were aware that he would one day take over Mussleman Group, headquartered in Beverly Hills, from his parents.

The Musselman Group’s tag line was “...an Integrated Personal Services Agency.” They had a division specializing in management services for professionals such as doctors, lawyers, and sports figures. Another division was devoted to talent development and publicity; another in “escort” services and another in print and runway modeling productions. And, they had a small financial stake in a screen production company specializing in hi-quality adult video work.

The family business was a natural fit for Brad -- not just because he was bright, but because he was one of the “beautiful” people of his generation with a chiseled face and body. He was well muscled and tall; handy attributes to have as a rower for the U. Penn scull team.. Brad was unaffectedly charming.and had all the social graces. He had spent many years traveling before going to graduate school and was a very youthful looking 28 years old.

Brad was never wanting for a vivacious female bed partner. He was careful with his choices and never settled on any one women during his college years. His preference was for almost any well informed, well groomed, well built, submissive lady. Women of this description made themselves available to him in abundance. Frequently, a young women would send him, or give him, a provocative picture of herself in the hope that she would attract his attention. He could usually tell from the pose that these women would be ready for anything; and he had a reputation for most things heterosexual.

If nothing else, Brad was meticulous and knew what he liked in people. He had an uncanny way of finding out the basic nature of those with whom he dealt. He kept a record of everyone of his acquaintances and was particularly descriptive in his notes of the women he dated. He kept in touch with the most interesting of these women; the women who treated him well and deferred to, and indulged, his sexual desires. Brad never abided jealousy among the women he dated and was quick to cut loose any women he felt was being possessive of him.

The architect Brad chose to remodel the main mansion on his new estate was inventive and took on the remodeling of the property before Brad graduated. On the first level of the building, Brad wanted an office, since he planned to work at home. He wanted two libraries; one for business and one, concealed, for his massive collection of erotic literature and videos. The foyer, reception and dining areas were to be sufficient to entertain 50 guests.

On the second level Brad wanted a big master bedroom and bath and four guest bedrooms with baths. Two of the bedrooms would adjoin his own. Under ground, would be a massive game room and a concealed room for “The Dungeon.” The garage was to house at least 6 automobiles comfortably. The barn, spa, sauna, workout room, pools, and tennis courts were all to be first class. The staff would have space on the third level.

Cloe and Anne were his closest female friends while he was in graduate school; devoted and discreet. They were five years younger than Brad but were also graduate students at Penn; and they were remarkably attractive. He had invited them to accompany him separately on several occasions as non participant observers at one of the bdsm clubs in the suburbs of Philadelphia. He asked them to dress in tight fitting leather skirts and tops, with a prominent leather neck collar and high heels. The girls did look fabulous and they played the submissive role to the hilt; in their cases it was not a stretch. It was on these occasions that they came to know Brad’s dark sexual side. With their consent he also took them to “The Vault” in New York City and there they found themselves in the functional role of a submissive sex slave; nude, whipped, bound, and fucked by him in front of strangers -- they both loved it all.

On one occasion, Cloe confided to Anne that during one of her trips to “The Vault,” Brad had whipped her all over while she was bound naked, blindfolded, and spread in the middle of a room full of Dom’s and their subs. She said she soon lost her sense of reality. She could feel Brad whipping her but, it didn’t seem to be painful even when he snapped at her nipples. Her endorphins were surging and the cheers from the crowd just seemed to propel her to another place. When Brad whispered in her ear that he was going to fuck her, she shook wildly as he pumped his cock into her. Soon after he exploded his hot cum into her she erupted in the most violent orgasm she had ever had. She said she could not get that scene or the sensation, both inside and outside of her, out of her mind for days.

In time, both women sensed that they were deeply committed to Brad and would do anything he asked of them just for the pleasure they received from pleasing him; and from seeing the big bulge in his pants. Anne, while having a very submissive nature, showed some inclination for assuming the top position with women. But Cloe shunned any active role preferring to be the resolute submissive always deferring to Brad’s wishes. Both women knew Brad enjoyed spanking them and testing their submission in public places. They often talked together about the various ways Brad had hurt or humiliated them. When they were alone, they even talked in hushed tones about the sexual tortures they fantasized him inflicting upon them and how they were prepared to beg him to whip them and fuck them..

At a private dinner they shared at an exclusive restaurant in center city shortly before they graduated, Brad invited both women to join him in California to be his personal assistants at the mansion.

He wanted Cloe to work as his business assistant and general manager of the estate. She would also manage all social occasions, the dungeon and the erotic library.

Anne was to be the operations manager responsible to hire and supervise five women: two whom would be responsible for the grounds, gardens, and inside flowers, a personal valet and driver for Brad, a chef, and a mansion maid who would also tend the pool; all who were to be attractive and well built women in their own right. They would subcontract for the services of technical help and tradesman as needed.

Cloe and Anne were told that they would be paid handsomely for their services which would be expected 24/7. They would also be provided an unlimited credit for their own personal use. They would be expected to purchase their own clothing and other personal articles from the credit account. All necessary expenses for the mansion would be billed to his own account.. Any sort of mismanagement on their part would be greeted with stern discipline. The ladies knew what that meant.

The two women knew they could drop out of sight from their other friends and families without raising suspicion and eagerly accepted the assignments Brad had offered them. The conversation turned to specific details of the work at the mansion.

He wanted Cloe to hire a few decorators and have the mansion furnished in a tastefully masculine style. She was to decorate both of the bedrooms on either side of his the same, down to the last detail. These rooms would be for her and Anne and he would decide who would get which room once they were available. She was also to furnish the dungeon with the tools and implements for the discipline and punishment of women. His general suggestions included small cages, tens units, wooden ponies, crosses, and various suspension devices in addition to a various types of chains, leather bonds, whips, paddles, clamps, dildos, and bondage equipment.

Cloe was told to use her imagination and get the best and innovative material available for use in “The Dungeon” regardless of price. The thought of furnishing the dungeon made her juices flow. Brad could sense her heightened tension and moved his hand under the table and slid his middle finger into her smooth slit. She was virtually dripping with sexual excitement. He teased her engorged clit for a few minutes then made her suck her own juices from his middle finger. She didn’t notice, but if anyone was watching they could see that her eyes were glazed over.

Brad told Anne he felt she should engage the more prominent contacts in the professional sex training market throughout Europe to find at least three young women who had shown they were prepared to serve. If these women were to be made available by their current trainer or master he would make a deal, almost at any price, to get the best. .He wanted the two outside gardeners to be compatible in looks and build and to have been previously trained as pony girls. He also wanted the mansion maid to be well built, efficient, and very submissive. She would be required to wear a newly starched French maid outfits, including a mid-thigh high skirt and high heels. Additionally, the maid was to wear high cut cotton under pants and a push up bra on the premises. His valet and driver was also to be dressed provocatively all the time.

Brad said it probably worth mentioning that he expected all women of the mansion to be freshly shaved from neck to toes and that their skin was to be clean, lightly oiled and smooth. He also wanted their labia, vagina, and anus to be lubricated at all times. He said they would know if he was ever displeased with their appearance and that they would have welts to prove it.

The two young women wanted to know if Brad had any specific rules or demands for them personally. He said he didn’t think he needed to make it a rule but he did expect them to treat him deferentially at all times and to look exceptionally seductive to him and others. To make sure he was understood, he observed that both girls should be proud that their legs and ass were tight and nicely sculpted and that their tits were high, full, and firm and filled well a “C” or “D” cup.

He reminded them that he was willing to spare no expense to have them dress well in clothing and swim attire which accentuated their remarkable bodies. He wanted to see them reveal their natural beauty as overtly as circumstances warranted. He specifically stated that “since they had it, they had to flaunt it big time.” They got the point that he wanted to be able to see them, touch them, and be turned on by them. In simple fact, that was the desire of the girls as well and they didn’t need further motivation to please him..

He wanted each girl to exercise each day with a personal trainer. He expected to see increased endurance, flexibility, and strength in their back, shoulders, legs and, abdominal muscles. He expected to receive an updated log of their measurements every month..

He would not allow any sexual contact between the woman or with the staff without his permission. And, he would not allow them to reach orgasm unless he was there to observe it. Brad said he expected them to keep a daily journal of their private thoughts and behavior which he would review from time-to-time. They were expected to be open and direct in their answers to any of his questions to them even if those questions were likely to be very personal.

They would be expected to obey him without hesitation and to be available to satisfy his every sexual whim. They were to accept any punishment without whimper or resistance. If they made noise without his permission during a discipline session he said he would likely only add to the severity or the punishment he had intended to administer to them. Both girls flushed with excitement and Brad sensed it wasn’t from the expensive wine they had consumed.

Anne broke in and asked to be excused so she could use the ladies room. Cloe asked to be excused as well. When they got into the rest room they fell into each others crushing embrace. Cloe said she was so aroused she could organism just by pressing her legs together but had thought wiser of it. She said she wanted to tell Brad, this very moment, that she wanted to give her body to him and she now needed to tell him directly that she wanted to be his devoted sex slave. She wanted his permission to refer to him as “Master.” Anne said she felt exactly the same way but wanted to be the first one to express her feelings to Brad in this regard when they returned to the table.

When the girls had devised their plan down to the last expressive detail, they returned to the table and extended their proposal. Brad had expected they might come up with such a scheme and was waiting for them. He told them he was flattered that such beautiful women would consider having him as their master. But, he wanted to take some time to think it over because he said with a pixy like smirk, that beating such nice girls all the time did take time and energy.

He took them to his home and bed. When his juices had been spent, he laid easily just stroking them; one on each side. He had Cloe’s left nipple firmly in his grasp; he rolled it, pulled it and tugged it. Her nipples were large and hard and she moaned softly. He paid no attention to her since his right hand was busy stroking Anne’s aroused and protruding clit; one of the most robust clits he had ever touched. She fidgeted under his ministrations as well. They both were thinking that they would never get any sleep if he kept playing with them like he was.

After he had given some thought to what he wanted to do, Brad announced he had an alternate plan to replace the one the girls had offered at dinner. He would wait until the mansion was fully functional; both staff and furnishings just the way he wanted it. He would then expect each girl to provide him with a notarized letter giving him complete control over them and detail just why they wanted him to be their master. When he was satisfied with the attitude and expressions of submission, he would conduct a coming-out sex slave party at which time he would conduct a special ceremony and accept them unconditionally as their master.

END OF CHAPTER #1

 

 

A Tale of Two Women

 

Chapter 2 -- New Experiences for a New Life

 

Cloe and Anne had each been to Brad’s fashionable townhouse near The University of Pennsylvania on many occasions but never together. He had invited them there once all the festivities surrounding their graduation were over and their parents had gone home. The girls had made it clear to everyone that they were joining Musselman Group as Brad’s assistants and that they were excited to get started on their new careers which would keep them on the go and out of touch for prolonged periods of time.

The door to the townhouse was answered by a strikingly good looking women in a revealing maids outfit who appeared to be a few years older than themselves. She invited the girls inside and introduced herself as “slave sara.” The frankness and straightforwardness of Sara took Cloe and Anne by surprise as they had not expected Brad to be involved with any other women. Sara could see that the girls were hesitant regarding her presence in the house and hastened to add that her master had asked Brad to keep her for a few days while he was traveling. She was to provide service for the house that evening.

Sara said that Brad would join them soon and that they were free to inspect the house in its current condition as the movers were scheduled to begin packing up since he would be selling the property. She stood at attention at the doorway to the room averting her eyes from the young women. Brad looked dashing as he entered the room and kissed each girl passionately. He remarked to Cloe that she should inspect Sara carefully as she was the type of women he had in mind for the maid at the mansion in California.

Brad told Sara to stand in the middle of the room with her hands clasped over her head. He reached under her short skirt and slipped her white cotton panties down over her hips until they fell to the floor. He expertly helped Cloe inspect Sara’s legs, cunt, and ass. He asked Cloe stimulate her clit while she stood still with her legs wide spread. After a few minutes Brad nodded to Cloe as to indicated that he was satisfied with Sara's obedience and submission. He then told Sara to leave the room and serve the first course for the evenings meal. With eyes still averted and on shaky legs Sara moved quickly at Brad’s command.

When the three of them were seated at the intimate round table set for them, Sara brought the first course. Brad reached under Sara’s short skirt and began to fondle her ass. She again stood still as he took pleasure with her. He asked Cloe, now that she had inspected Sara’s clitoris, whether she thought she or Sara had the most prominent clit when aroused. Cloe saw Sara blush and knew Brad was intentionally taunting, teasing, and tantalizing her in front of other women. She decided to assist Brad in his attempt at humiliation of the submissive slave; and whispered aloud that while Sara was indeed well equipped in the clit department, that her own aroused clit, which was almost the size of her petite thumb, was definitely larger. Brad ordered Sara under the table to examine Cloe’s cunt and clit with her tongue. Then she was to tell him privately if she thought Cloe was telling the truth.

While Sara was using her tongue as she had been instructed, Brad broached the subject which was really on his mind. He wanted to have the girls join him on the family yacht for a cruise down the east coast, around the Caribbean Islands, through the Panama Canal, and up the west coast to a port convenient to the family estates in Southern California.

He told the girls that he didn’t want them to pack much of their own possessions as he would provide what they needed when they got to his new home. He winked and said that they would only need a few personal items such as make up and several bikinis for the trip. Cloe was only half paying attention but eventually both she and Anne said that they were most agreeable to whatever Brad had in mind. for them.

It seemed to Brad that Sara was having as much fun as Cloe so he shut down the festivities by telling Sara to get off her knees and bring in the main course. Cloe’s eyes were at half staff, her breathing shallow, she had slumped down in her chair, and seemed a bit shaken. Anne was somewhat envious and Brad nodded to her that her time would soon come; and it did.

After they had finished the wine and meal, Brad followed Sara into the kitchen and asked her directly which of the two girls had the most prominent clit when aroused. Sara did not hesitate; Cloe was definitely the winner of that competition. Of course Brad already knew this to be the case as he had already made that discovery on his own many months before. And, Sara was quick to add that she herself could not hold a candle to the well constructed Cloe.

Brad removed Sara’s starched head piece, apron, skirt, blouse, and bra and left her naked except for her neck choker, high heels and thigh high hose. He reached for her nipples; she responded eagerly by pressing them upward to him. He pinched each nipple hard until he sensed that he was having the desired effect on her. Then he led her, on a leash, into the dining room. The girls were excited to see Sara, walking naked, eyes downcast on a leash. She held her hands behind her which accentuated her submission and kept her breasts jutting forward. Brad stood behind Sara and stroked her breasts and nipples.

Eventually, he whispered in her ear and asked her what kind of slave she was. Sara responded, “Master, I am a cock sucking, cunt lapping, pain slut. I am available to you for any punishment you think I deserve and for any pleasure you believe I can give you. My permanent Master expects me to serve you and your guests perfectly at all times and do anything that pleases you, Sir. My reward will be to know that my permanent Master, you and your lady guests here are fully satisfied with my services and behavior.”

Brad told Sara to push herself into a corner of the main room with her back to the corner. She was to put her head back against the wall and arch her tits high. She was to sit on her heels with her legs spread apart and to hold her nipples tightly until he was ready for her again.

He mentioned to Cloe and Anne that they both could learn quite a bit about female submission from watching Sara as she was a finely trained sex slave. He wanted them to ask her questions about her daily life as a slave and about the treatment she received from her master. No question was off limits; Sara would tell them anything they wanted to know.

The girls were quite aroused at the sight of Sara kneeling naked and fully exposed. Brad, for that matter, was already in full erection. He approached Sara and slipped his big hard-on into Sara’s expectant mouth. She was very skilled with her mouth and, by reputation at least, could take a cock down her throat without gagging. Brad let her work on the tip of his shaft with her tongue and lips and then he began to inch it further back into her mouth. Sara took a deep breath, opened her throat muscles and Brad pushed his cock deeply in her throat. He asked Sara if she wanted him to ejaculate. She held him tightly around his hips and squeezed him; with that assurance, Brad let go and spurt his cum into her mouth and throat. Sara swallowed several times without loosing her grip or spilling a drop.

The girls were told that what they had just witnessed included some but not all of what would also be expected of them in the future. Their eyes widened at the prospect and silently wondered if they could ever pass muster on the score. Brad merely indicated that practice with his cock would make them perfect and that he would provide them many opportunities to become as expert at sucking cock as Sara was

Brad had Sara rise and bend over of one of the low backed lounge chairs in the room. He kicked her still sheathed legs apart. Sara knew she was going to be whipped and fucked. As Brad began to spank her, he mentioned to the girls that it would be his practice to spank them, or have them spanked, before each fucking session from then on.

He told Cloe that she should remain stoic and silent for the spanking. Her tightly curved ass began to redden. His cock was ready to go again and he pressed it into her sloppy cunt in one quick move. She gasped but said “Sir, if it suits you, please go on spanking my ass hard while you fuck me; the harder the better.” Then as she felt his thrusts get more energetic and powerful, she said “Master, do I have your permission to come to orgasm now?” The girls were both troubled and excited as he denied her request. What control he had over her and what control she had over her body; they marveled at her once again.

He told Anne to lay on the floor with a pillow under her hips and to spread her legs wide for Cloe’s soft mouth. She was given permission to climax at will. Cloe responded eagerly to the task but to urge her on Brad again began to whip her ass, this time with a twenty thonged whip. Anne had mixed emotions as she had never been involved in the fine art of cunnilingus in her life. That notwithstanding, she came to a thunderous climax and collapsed in deep sweat. Cloe followed suit quickly enough.

While still in her high heels and hose, Sara was taken into Brad’s very large, marbled tiled bathroom. At the flick of a switch a motor lowered a four foot wide bar from a hidden slot in the ceiling. Attached to each end of the bar was a leather wrist piece. Brad secured each wrist in the piece so that Cloe’s arms were just about a shoulder width apart. As the motors were retracted, Cloe’s body was pulled taut and stretched upward until she was on tip toes..

He told Anne she was to whip Cloe from the waist down, all except her cunt. Cloe was to whip her from the waist up including her arm’s with extra concentration on her breasts and nipples. For her part Sara was to watch the girls whip her in the large mirrors embedded along the walls of the room. She was to witness her punishment at the hands of other women. She could cry or scream and ask for mercy but it wasn’t likely that Brad would let the girls ease up on her. Brad would allow the whipping to go along until he was satisfied the girls had learned about whipping a naked body with a variety of whips; then he would finish the job.

At regular intervals one of the girls rested while the other wailed away at their section of Sara’s body. Cloe often sucked Sara’s nipples to make them long and hard, then she would whip them with a slapper well suited to the task. At first, Sara seemed defiant and shouted for her to whip her tits harder. At last, Sara cried and whimpered under the harsh punishment.

Anne was not familiar with the use of whips or other spanking tools. Brad guided her along as she whipped Sara’s calf’s, inner and outer thighs, and her ass. Sara found another space in which to endure the stinging strokes which Anne rained down on her. Brad took the time to inspect Sara’s cunt along the way and repeatedly reinforced Anne’s efforts by telling her that, if cunt lubrication was any indication, Sara was enjoying her whipping.

At length, when Sara was afire from the stinging slaps of the whipping, Brad himself retrieved a thin white cane. He made Sara look at the cane; she shuddered knowing the pain that that implement would bring. Brad touched her ass just at the middle where it rounded nicely. He backed off a bit then swung; the snap and welt started to appear instantly and Sara jerked wildly in her bonds. Then he hit her twice on the front of both thighs and again just below where her buttocks met her upper leg. She shrieked in pain and fainted dead away when his final stroke cut her across her tits..

He told the girls to freshen up and bring their underwear to him on the double. When they came to him he said he was proud of them for their participation in the nights pleasures. He said they had had an elementary education in the trials and travails of being a sex slave. He told them to once again examine poor Sara still hanging by her arms, well whipped and caned. He ordered them not to talk to each other or to anyone else about what they had just seen but rather to contemplate what it might be like for them to be his sex slave.

He told them they could still back out of his offer to come with him to California. And if they did not feel ready to give him pleasure and to endure his punishments as they had witnessed that night it would be quite fine with him. If, on the other hand, they still were determined to be with him, they should tidy up their personal affairs, sell what they could, and pack a light bag. If either or both of them were still interested, they were to make a seven word sign in black marker which would read “I Want To Be Brad’s Sex Slave!”

This sign was to be draped across their naked tits for two hours every day for the next two weeks. If they changed their mind they could get rid of the sign. But, if they wanted to proceed after two weeks, they were to arrive at the Philadelphia Museum of Art no later than 5:55 a.m. Friday the 13th with bag and sign in hand. When they saw a large gun metal gray limo approach them they were to put the sign around their neck and get in the car. The driver would take them to a private dock somewhere in New Jersey where the family yacht would be waiting for them.. He kissed them both gently on the lips, patted their bottoms tenderly and told them to think carefully about what they wanted to do.

End of Chapter # 2

 

 

A Tale of Two Women

 

Chapter 3 -- The Early Voyage

Brad’s driver drove Anne and Cloe to their respective apartments while he tended to Sara. Her permanent master would come for her in the morning and she was in no condition to see anyone at the moment. He lowered her to the floor and revived her by turning cold water on her limp body from a nearby hose. Sara was not in agony but her tits hurt and her arms ached from hanging so long. The cold water not only revived Sara but it made her nipples stand out hard and long. Brad spread a lotion on her skin after he had detached her wrists from the bar from which she had been suspended. He knew from her peaceful expression that she was a contented woman.

“Would it please you to fuck me again, Sir?” she asked without a trace of guile. With that question she turned to him and found his cock with her mouth. Within moments he was hard again. She straddled him and slipped his cock in her. She rubbed her tits and felt the welt he had put there. She was aroused once again herself and began to ride him gently. His eyes gave her the permission she needed to bring her to a long awaited release.

“Were your girl friends properly educated, Sir?” she queried at last. Satisfied with Brad’s answer to that question, Sara said, “How old are the girls if I may ask?” Brad said they were both 23 years old and that he was sure they had learned a great deal from her about the nature of a compliant and highly energized and sensuous woman.

“My Master would be gratified to know that you were satisfied with me Sir, and that I serviced you in each of the three pleasure holes I have; one of which you haven’t even used yet. If it pleases you Sir, would you consider fucking my ass now?”

Without waiting for a verbal response, Sara saw in his eyes once again that her initiative would indeed be welcomed and bring him pleasure. She rearranged herself so that she was on her knees with her tits pressed against the cold marble floor. The pain from the caned welt on her full, natural, tits was underscored by the coldness of the marble. Brad told her to reach behind her and pull her ass cheeks wide apart and to ask him again to please fuck her ass. She responded quickly to his command.

“Sir, if it pleases you, I would be happy to have you fuck my ass with your wonderful cock. And, I know my Master would be pleased as well,” she said. He was as hard as ever and in one thrust pushed deep into her. She groaned a bit but settled into a gentle rocking motion with the aim of draining out of him whatever was left of his semen load.

When he was finished with her, Brad had Sara stand before him naked and again burning with desire. He told her to sit on his lap facing away from him with his cock up her cunt. She was to rub her clit with her fingers slowly until she climaxed. He held her tits tightly and squeezed her nipples between his fingers hard as she worked herself to another memorable orgasm.

“Tell your Master that I thought you were a wonderful sex toy for me and my friends and that I think he is a lucky man. If he ever needs anyone to take care of you again during his absence, tell him I’m always ready. I’m sure he will be able to tell just by looking at your body that you served us well and that your bruises and welts were not for disobedience but that we just found you so darn responsive to the whip.”

“Sir, may I speak freely?” she asked. Brad told her to stand before him and to be careful but that she could say what was on her mind.

“Sir, let me tell you that your two girlfriends are quite beautiful with powerhouse figures. The blond has wonderfully high and full boobs and the brunette has extraordinary legs and a tight, curvy butt. Quite a pair I’d say. And, I didn’t sense any competitiveness between them for your attention Sir. I only hope they will bring you the pleasure you need and that they service you satisfactorily when you require it.”

Brad smiled and kissed her and bit both of her nipples hard.

His driver had come back from dropping off the two girls and was ready to return Sara back to her permanent master. She was a very happy slave girl albeit a little worse for wear.

For Brad the next two weeks went quickly and smoothly. Of course almost everything went smoothly for Brad. He was eager to embark on his new career in California and to take on a different life style -- one in which he would be Master to two beautiful women, unless of course they changed their mind about that since the last time he saw them.

He told his driver the plan for picking up the girls if they wanted to join him. The driver was to get to the museum early and wait, out of sight, for the girls to appear at the steps of the museum. He was to wait until 6 a.m. If no one showed up, he was to call him immediately and be prepared to leave and return the car to the rental service. He would be paid by mail. If one or both girls showed up he was to call him on the car phone and read the words on the cards the girl, or girls, were to wear around their neck. If cleared by Brad, he was to bring one or both of them to the family yacht as quickly as traffic would allow. Brad would be waiting for a call.

Brad had arranged for the yacht to have a female cook, a first and second mate, both men, two female deck hands and a male captain. He knew the captain from previous engagements and knew the deck hands would not only be top notch sailors, but also would be highly energized and erotic women. He arrived at the yacht on the evening of the 12th to inspect the ship and the crew. The deck hands were stunning. The captain had them at attention when he came aboard. They were dressed in very high cut shorts and bolero shirts tied tightly under their tits. He could see their nipples pressing against the tight shirts. The deck hands wore white cotton socks and white deck shoes.

The captain introduced them as Mimi and Fifi. They certainly were not French, but the captain explained they were twins who were bisexual and active in submissive and dominate sex play. The captain assured him that the hands were willing to please him and his guests and that the cook would make sure they were served only the best meals while at sea. The captain’s male mates were strong and experienced sailors and would take care of the fine vessel as if it were theirs. Brad was not disappointed at what he found. Now he awaited the early morning call.

Stan. the driver, noticed a slim blond woman approach the steps of the museum from the river side. She had with her one bag and what appeared to be a sign of some sort tucked under her arm. A few minutes later, another woman with long darker hair came toward the museum as well carrying the same type of small bag and a sign. When the girls got near each other they embraced and kissed.. They appeared to be happy. Stan dialed Brads cell number and told him what had transpired. Brad directed the driver to drive slowly toward the girls. The girls were to hold their signed messages in public view for as long as the driver could stall.

The two girls saw the limo approach the Art Museum and held their signs up for the driver to read. He slowed down to a virtual crawl. The signs, indicating their desire to be Brad’s sex slave, were now visible to everyone on the broad public avenue at the time. The girls shifted their weight from one foot to the other while the limo moved ever more slowly toward them. A police car seemed to slow down too as the limo finally stopped in front of the them.

Stan, came to open the passenger side door for the women. He placed the signs and their bags in the spacious trunk. Stan called Brad from outside the car and told him how events had unfolded and was instructed to bring the girls to the dock at once. The girls had publicly signaled their devotion to Brad and were now together on the road to refining their education and sophistication as submissives. They were curious about the contents of the sport bag they found on the floor of the car but did not touch it.

As the limo approached the New Jersey side of the Delaware, River Stan spoke into the microphone connected to speakers in the passenger compartment. He told the girls Brad had instructed him to tell them that if they had underwear on they were to remove it and throw it out the car windows. He added that the windows of the passenger compartment had been specially treated so that they could not see out and that onlookers could not see in. Further, the retractable window that separated him from them was likewise specially treated. Both girls drew down their side windows and let their skimpy thong panties flutter away in the breeze. Without instruction. they slipped up their skirts and sat bare assed on the fine leather seats of the limo.

Moments later, Stan again interrupted their thoughts from the intercom in the limo. He told them that they would find a duffle bag of sex toys and tools in the compartment. They were to have a lesson which would improve their fellatio skills. Two dildos were in the bag for them to use. It was Brad’s intent that each of them should begin with mouth stretching exercises and then move on to improve their ability to take a cock deeply in their throat. Stan said that this particular exercise would last for thirty minutes with a ten minute break at the end of the first ten minutes. The girls eyed each other with eager anticipation and let the fun begin.

No sooner had they begun their first ten minute exercise, Stan’s voice came into the compartment. He said, “Now girls, I don’t want you to touch anything or anyplace on your body that you know is off limits. And you know what I mean!” His voice was stern and they knew perfectly well what he meant.

At the end of the thirty minutes, Stan instructed the girls to put on high, stiff leather, neck collars which they found in the tote bag. The collars held their chin up and had the effect of actually improving their posture. The collars had several “D” rings placed at intervals around the middle which could be used to secure the girl in place or as a means of leading them on a leash. They had seen such collars on their previous trips to New York sex clubs and just the thought of wearing them gave them an increased sense of subjugation.

Once the collars were in place, Stan told them to completely undress except for their high heels. They were then to put on a soft leather bondage hood which was also in the bag. These full head coverings had permanently installed penis gags and were to be attached around the neck over the neck collar with buckle straps. The hoods had a removable blindfold and an opening for breathing.

When their heads were properly hooded and buckled, Stan told the girls to again reach into the bag and take out a tube of hygienic lubricant. They were to apply the jelly generously in their ass and cunt. He then told them to take a leather belt with two dildos out of the bag and apply jelly to the dildos themselves which were fastened to a small strap. The girls knew what was coming next and without direction began to insert the dildos in their ass and cunt and to encircle their waists with the big belt which held the smaller dildo belt snugly between their legs.

“You are almost ready to meet Brad” said the driver. “But, first, he wants you to attach a set of clips to your nipples then to secure your wrists behind you with the handcuffs you will find in the bag.” When Stan heard the final clicks of the handcuffs snap around their wrists he told the girls to sit back and keep their legs spread wide for the rest of the trip.

The girls sensed that they were coming to the yacht basin since the limo was making turns and slowed down more frequently. They were at the same time nervous and excited. Their three pleasure holes were stretched and eager to provide service.

The limo made an easy stop and both doors in the passenger compartment sprung open almost immediately. The girls could not see but they knew there were several people greeting them other than the driver; their hearts raced with anticipation.,

“Mimi this one is for you and Fifi, this one is for you.” They recognized Brads voice and their respective pulses took another leap. To whom were they being handed over all bound up and what was going to happen to them?

Fifi said, “Well honey, aren't you a vision? Brad’s got great taste in broads now doesn’t he? And what a wonderful set of cans you have. Just remember to keep them pointed high and proud all the time and they won’t be punished as much as they might be otherwise. Cloe could feel a leash being attached to her collar and she was tugged out of the car.

Mimi introduced herself and said she already knew about Anne’s world class legs and ass and was eager to go to work on her cunt. She also remarked that Anne had strong, well defined, thigh and calf muscles which she felt would see a good deal of ,“treatment.” as she put it. Cloe likewise was pulled from the car by a leash attached to her collar.

The deck hands were careful to make sure the girls did not misstep in their high heels as they were tugged along gently up the gangplank onto the yacht. Brad took each girl by the arm as they approached the end of the gangplank and assisted them on board. When the girls were safely inside the yacht and in the stateroom set aside for the voyage, the deck hands bound their arms behind them tightly at the wrist and just above their elbows. Then they removed their handcuffs. The girls were then suspended to the overhead beam by a chain attached to a “D” ring in the tip of their hoods as the yacht slowly shifted out to open waters..

The deck hands removed the tit clips from the girls. It was clear that their nipples were hard and sore but this only prompted the hands to suck and bite each aching nub. The girls were placed tit-to-tit facing each other. Clips, on six inch chains, were fastened again to their opposing nipples. A movement from one girl would create a painful tug on both. They heard the yacht motors rev up even more and the ship moved more forcefully in the water.

They knew they had made the right decision by meeting the limo at the Art museum while at the same time they did not know really what was in store for them. But, they knew for sure they would be in for the time of their life with Brad in charge.

Continued in Chapter 4

 

 

A TALE OF TWO WOMEN

Chapter 4 -- More about Service

Cloe and Anne did not know that Brad was watching them struggle while standing in their bondage. And, now that the yacht was moving swiftly in open water, the deck hands had come to the stateroom to be with Brad. He saw Cloe’s and Anne’s taut leg muscles strain as they tried to remain steady as the ship hit the waves. The girls were in no danger of falling since they were secured to the overhead by a chain attached to the top of the leather hoods which held their heads tightly. Brad rose from his seat and removed the clips which were biting harshly into the nipples of the girls. As each clip was removed the girls stiffened in pain as blood rushed into their very sensitive erectile tissue.

Brad went to Cloe and from behind her moved his hands up and over the very full curves of her tits. He softly stroked each nipple. He fingers squeezed the firm fullness of each breast. His hands roamed over her tight torso. He felt each rib and her very slim waist which was accentuated by her nicely rounded hips and tight ass.

He felt down to the leather belt which held the two dildos inside her. He nodded for Fifi to follow his lead as he turned his attention to Anne. Then he indicated that Mimi should take his place stroking Anne’s smooth skin. “OK, Mimi, remove Anne’s hood and dildo belt and let her exercise her muscles. Same with you Fifi. I want the girls to be free from their bondage now and to get their muscles working again. Take them both for a walk on their leashes around the yacht. No talking is allowed from anyone,” Brad said.

Mimi and Fifi worked patiently and slowly as they removed the hoods and dildo belts. Then they applied an extra dose of lubricant to the girls ass and cunt. While the girls were still bound at the elbows they were marched around the outer walk on the main deck of the yacht. They moved slowly at first, then on the ninth circuit, the pace was increased. Clearly the high heels were not making it easy for the girls but they were stoic in their desire to comply with Brad’s orders. That said, their legs and shoulders ached like hell.

“Well, you girls look like you’ve been ridden hard and put up wet, so to speak,” said Mimi. “I think we need to take you back to your state room so you can get fixed up nice and pretty. We’ll give you an hour to shower, fix your hair, get rubbed up real well with oil, and get some makeup on. Let’s get some rouge on those nice nipples of yours Cloe while your at it.”

The deck hands brought Cloe and Anne back from their walk directly to Brads spacious stateroom. “You two are real troopers,” he said. “I am proud of you both and, as usual you look good enough to spank. It’s about time for you to understand the plans I have for you. Now for the rest of our voyage, and before we get to California in about thirty days, you will be engaged in a specialized training program designed by me to help you become the most submissive women and the best sex slaves I can imagine. Isn’t that what you want?”

Both girls were naked standing with their hands behind their back. Mimi shouted at them; “Girls! Don’t even think of answering that question standing here like that. Show proper respect here. Get on your knees and put your head on the deck with your arms out stretched in front of you when you are addressing your benefactor.”

The girls immediately dropped to the deck.

“Oh yes, Sir. Whatever pleases you Sir. I will do whatever pleases you” said Cloe.

“For sure Sir,” said Anne, “I am yours to take, train, and discipline as you see fit. I want to be the best slave girl to you that I can possibly be.”

“Well, that’s settled,” Brad said.

“So let me tell you that first, during the day when the deck hands are busy keeping the yacht in top shape, you will be provided with books and videos from my extensive collection of erotica. Read the books and study the videos for all the information you can integrate into you life and be ready to tell me what you have learned.

“Second, when the deck hands are available, you will take orders from them . You are to do exactly what they tell you to do. Learn the lessons they are prepared to teach you.

“Third, while we do not have personal trainers on the yacht like you will have at the mansion, I expect you two to exercise hard in the fitness center. I will monitor your progress there from time to time.

“Fourth, remember the assignments you will have at the estate and begin to form a plan of action that will give me superior results once we are established there. Any questions? And, don’t forget, no touching without my permission.” Brad walked out.

“Ladies, on your feet!” shouted Fifi. “Back to your stateroom. You have some homework to do and some lessons to learn right now.”

Once in their rooms the deck hands had the girls put on their high heels and stand at attention for inspection. “Tits out. Head high. Chin in. Stomach in. Hips forward. Shoulders back. Ass cheeks tight. Arms at your sides. Come on ladies it’s inspection time.” When the girls were in their proper position both Fifi and Mimi began to touch both girls intimately. The let their hands linger tenderly on the girls breasts and nipples. Those ministrations did not allow the girls to stay at a proper attention position for very long.

“Did you like having your tits stimulated by another woman?” asked Mimi. ”Would you like me to arouse your ass holes sluts?”

“Yes, Ma'am. That would just fine” sighed Cloe.

Anne replied, “Yes, Mistress, you are free to teach me what you think I need to know so I can serve master Brad to his satisfaction. Please handle me as you see fit Ma'am.”

“Tits out further,” commanded Mimi while Fifi retrieved four nipple clips. “Never change expression when your nipples are assaulted, do you hear me, slaves?” Fifi yelled. “Now, without moving your feet I want to see those jugs of yours really bounce, keep your hands at your sides.” The girls did a good job. Certainly, having well developed breasts helped.

“Now ladies, let me tell you how disappointed I was at your performance before your Commander a few minutes ago. Keep bouncing girls, I’m not satisfied with what I’m seeing. While you jiggle your tits, I want to give you specific directions on the proper position to receive his commends in the future. Your knees should be at least 18 inches apart and your head should be on the ground. Your arms should be out in front of your head fingers touching. Then your back should be bowed downward so your nipples touch the ground. That is the position of a slave who knows her rightful place in front of her master when he is giving her orders. OK, Cloe, lets see how you look in that position now. Keep bouncing Anne or I’ll give you some motivation from the cane.”

Cloe jumped to the expected position without further prompting. Fifi had lubricated a medium sized ass plug and shoved it into Cloe without ado. “OK Anne, stop jumping and spread your ass for me sweetie“ said Mimi. Another ass plug found a home “Now, it’s your turn to show us that you can get into position as well as your slutty buddy Cloe here.”

Anne seemed to hesitate for a moment because of the stiff anal plug but did manage to find her position correctly on the first try. “Your hesitation, Anne, will get you three strokes.” And they came fast and furiously leaving welts in the middle of her well formed ass.

“I’ll say this for you Anne,” Mimi said, “you held your position very well when I whistled the cane at your ass and you didn’t cry out. Not many young women have that kind of stoic determination. I don’t expect you to thank me for caning you but I do expect that you will remember the reason I hit you.”

“Yes, Ma'am. You punished me because I didn’t move fast enough for you, Miss and I will do better next time, I promise. I do so want Master Brad to be proud of me and I don’t want to ever cry in public.”

The deck hands told the girls to jump to attention; the position they had described in detail earlier. But on this occasion they wanted them to be back-to-back. “Well, look what we have here,” said Fifi.. “Our little Cloe seems to have grown some very large nipples since last I saw her. Do you suppose she gets excited when she is whipped? Perhaps we will have to keep an eye on her to see if this is a clue to some hidden personality quirk.” At that, Fifi stepped in front of Cloe and pinched her nipples sharply. “Spread your legs, Cloe,” Fifi demanded. Upon inspection of Cloe’s gushing cunt, Fifi was convinced that Cloe was likely to be aroused when she was tortured and she was going to enjoy getting to the bottom of her theory one way or another.

“Brad will surely notice the three welts on your ass Cloe. Do you want to tell him why you deserved such punishment or shall I tell him.”

“Ma'am, I believe I should tell the commander and ask for his forgiveness in this matter,” she responded.

“So be it.” Fifi responded. “I’ll let that up to you.” By remote control she then turned on the vibrator she had inserted in Anne’s tight ass and set it at moderate speed. Cloe’s eyes widened and her ass cheeks stiffened.

Anne was still on the floor not knowing what was going on even though she heard a strange humming noise.

“Well, OK Cloe, put these high heels on and hustle along to Brad and tell him what mischief you’ve gotten yourself into. But not before I send you away with my best shot.” And with that, she turned the vibrator on full power, patted Cloe on the ass and sent her on her way. Clearly, Cloe had not bargained for having that maddeningly sensation humming inside her as she made her way to Brad.

She found Brad’s stateroom door open. He was studying some sort of blue print which she assumed had something to do with his estate. “Sir, may I bother you for a moment,” she said standing quite vulnerable in the door way. “Cloe, you look positively delicious. Certainly, come on in. Are you here on business or is this a personal conversation?” he asked.

“Sir! And, I do refer to you as ‘Sir’ only because I recognize you have not accepted me fully as your slave yet and it’s not my place to call you ‘Master’ until you give me permission to call you that. I suppose my reason for wanting to see you now is of a personal nature.”

“OK, then what’s the nature of your visit, Cloe?”

“Sir, I was hesitant in carrying out one of the deck hands orders and she punished me with three strokes of the cane. I deserved what she gave me and I learned from that experience Sir. Please believe me. I thought it my duty to be the one to report myself and that I had learned my lesson.”

“Cloe, you were right to come to me rather than let me hear from any of the others. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about you when you came to the door way. I recall you have told me that it is your desire to please me in any way that I saw fit. Is that right?”

“Yes, Sir that’s right. I want you to be pleased with me. I will do anything you ask.”

Brad stood up and approached her. He had heard a faint humming and thought it might be from her direction. He soon recognized that she had a vibrator running on high in her ass. He circled around her and let his hands stroke her breasts and his fingers pinch her nipples hard. She arched her tits forward to give him full access to her.

He was pleased at her tight stomach. He could feel her ribs beneath her tits and she had a cute curve to her hips. He told her to spread her legs for him which she did immediately. He could feel the vibrator as he slipped his fingers into her cunt. She was wet and very sensitive. “Would you like to suck my cock, Cloe?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. It would be my privilege Sir.” She turned toward him, kneeled, and took his cock into her mouth eagerly. She was so energized sexually that she took his ever expanding member in her hands and pushed it deeply in her throat. He practically came in the first thrust.

“Cloe, I want you to get up and lay down on my bed with your legs over the edge. Then raise and spread them high and wide over your shoulders so I can fuck your cunt deeply.” He could only imagine what it would be like to share her body with a humming vibrator. He plunged into her from a standing position with a single shove and then lay on top of her without moving. The vibrator and her cunt muscles were doing all the work.

“Tell me Cloe, what kind of a girl are you? Here I am fucking you. Your ass is marked with welts. You have a vibrator churning in your ass and you are as sexually energized as any woman I’ve ever seen. What do you want from me?” he whispered.

“Sir, I am a pain slut who will do anything in my power to please you. Please use me to satisfy yourself in any way. Punish me. Fuck me. Embarrass me. Use me. Test me. I am yours to use and abuse, Sir.”

“Would you like me to let you have an orgasm Cloe?” “Sir, that would be an undeserved honor,” she said.

“Roll over on top of me and fuck yourself on my cock. Climax as many times as you can; I want to see just how energized you are,” he said. The tightness of her ass and cunt and her more than normally engorged clit provided her with satisfaction she couldn’t begin to describe. She screamed and howled and nearly fainted moving from position to position.

And, Brad himself was just as delirious as he dreamed about the lusty activity he was preparing to have with the girls in the days and months ahead.

End of Chapter # 4

 

 

A TALE OF TWO WOMEN

 

Chapter 5 --The Humbling of Anne

 

Brad knew that Cloe was deeply committed to him and he liked her pixy personality but he really didn’t know much about her history and of some of the more intimate facets of her life. They had dated and been together in some rather exotic clubs together but he was still curious about her family and what drove her sexual proclivities.

While they lay in his bed nearly exhausted from their recent energetic sex, he said to her, “Cloe, you have a remarkable figure. Your shoulders are wide and your breasts are large. At the same time your waist is quite tiny and your hips are narrow. Your ham strings are well developed but your calves and ankles are thin. All-in-all you give the appearance of a slim woman but when I touch you I find that you are well developed and taut. Just how much do you weigh and how tall are you? Tell me about your body and yourself.”

“Sir, you flatter me with your description. I’m not quite five foot six inches tall; this from my fathers side. I get my body build from my mother who, like you, was an athlete. I work out to keep trim and well toned. I weigh about 114 pounds. I haven’t been measured recently but I’d guess that I’m about a 36-22-32 sort of girl. And I use a “D” cup as you previously guessed.

“I grew up on a farm in Wisconsin and worked hard to help my family financially. I got a scholarship to U Penn, because I couldn’t have managed to go there on what our family made each year. My father was a tough Swede. I got my blonde hair from him and my submissive nature from Mom. I feel very secure with you Sir, and I’m sincere when I tell you that I want to be with you and serve you well.”

“Cloe, you are a treasure and look like a model. I’m surprised you didn’t go into modeling or the adult film business. Perhaps we can fix that when we get to California. I promise to keep you safe but you will endure bondage, pain, and hard sex if you stay with me. I will make harsh demands on you and will hurt you just for my enjoyment. But, you already know that and perhaps that is why you stay. ”

“Right now I have so many things on my mind some of which relate to you. I want you to begin to let your hair grow even longer. I want it to eventually be long enough to at least touch your nipples. I very much appreciate your body and want your to keep yourself well toned particularly your middle core, back and legs. I want you to start wearing a wide studded leather belt when you are naked to show off your tiny waist and higher heeled shoes to show off your legs especially when we get to the mansion. Get Fifi to help you buy some shoes and boots when we dock at the various ports here in the Caribbean. And also, I want to see what you can do to increase the size and toughness of your nipples. Do you understand my orders here?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir, I hear you loud and clear and will not disappoint you.”

“Before you leave, I’m going to spank that nice ass of yours now that the humming has stopped. So over my knee you go pretty one. Keep your feet on the floor and don’t make a sound. All the noise here will come from my hand on your ass.”

He knew she would cherish that attention so he started out slowly and then started with harder strokes. Her ass reddened but he did not want any unsightly bruising. That notwithstanding, Cloe was hurting and her body was trembling. Brad knew he was effective as he fingered Cloe’s slit and found it quite wet. He decided to spank her a bit harder before he finally let her go. He could see her shaking under his hand and hear her sobs. When he was finished, he inspected his handiwork thoroughly and held her nipples tightly as he kissed her deeply and passionately on the lips.

“Have a great night Cleo. Don’t touch anything you shouldn’t. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t say a word about our rendezvous to Anne. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Your can trust me on that Sir.” she replied. His cum and her cunt juices still dripped down her thighs. She had the glow of a well fucked and well spanked women. She walked with her head high and her chest out; naked and proud. She looked as though she had swallowed the proverbial cannery as she made her way back to her stateroom.

Anne and Mimi were only a few days into their mentor-student relationship when Mimi sensed that Anne was trying a subtle power play on her. There had been a few instances where Mimi felt Anne was listening to her but in a passive/aggressive sort of way. She did not mention her impression to Brad but decided to make sure Anne was clear on the fact that she was the boss.

On one occasion, Anne was feeling particularly left out. Her spirits were down. She hadn’t been with Brad for several nights and hadn’t had an orgasm in over a week. It was then that Mimi caught her with a vibrator.

“Anne! Stop that!” she shouted. “Get your sorry cunt over here. On your knees, slut!”

This was the time to make Anne understand she had the upper hand; or whip as the case may be.

“Anne, who is your teacher here on the yacht?”

“You are Ma’am,” Anne replied tentatively.

“Get on your knees with your ass high and kiss my feet you slut. And tell me again who is queen of your life these days,” she barked.

While Anne’s lips were pressed to her feet, Mimi swung a rather large multi-tailed flogger directly at the crack in Anne’s small upturned butt. The stroke hit her squarely on the soft, tender folds of her cunt and she lurched violently. Another stroke was directed at the same spot. And Anne screamed in pain.

“Ma’am, I know I shouldn’t have had the vibrator because it gave you the wrong idea about me. You are certainly the disciplinarian here. I was wrong ,but please Ma’am show mercy on my poor cunt,” Anne, cried.

Another blow directed to the same place almost caused Anne to collapse.

“On your back, slut,” ordered Mimi. “Hold you legs over your shoulders wide apart because I am going to whip your inner thighs until they are so well beaten that you won’t even feel the strokes any more.”

Anne was very frightened but she found the position and held her legs steady. Mimi used the same flogger she had used on Anne’s cunt and beat a staccato of stinging slaps on the tender inner flesh of Anne’s legs. The torrent of blows had the intended effect and Anne began to cry inconsolably. She again cried out for Mimi to show mercy on her but that was not to be.

“I am going to send you to Brad at some point after our little session here and I know he will want to spank your tail and fuck you.. When he slips inside your slimy little cunt he will likely order you to wrap you legs around him and hold him tightly while he humps you. When his body rubs roughly against your sore thighs you will feel the pain of this session all over again. And, you will remember me well. Then, perhaps you won’t be so damned insolent with me in the future, you worthless slut.”

She brought the bull hide flogger down hard several more times on the taut flesh of Anne’s inner thighs causing her to cry out again in fresh spasms of pain. Would punishment make Anne a more compliant woman? Mimi would have to wait to see if her approach would have its desired effect. If it didn’t what might she try next?

“Now bitch. Let’s see what you have learned. I’m going to see Brad. You get under control, shower and get your hair and make up fixed and wait for me here. I’ll be back within two hours”

“Ma’am! Ma’am,” she sobbed. “I have been a bitch to you and I deserved your punishment. I have certainly had it deeply fixed in my mind and body now that you are the boss. I am just a lowly slut girl who deserves nothing from you. But, I beg of you Ma’am, please let me be the one who explains my misdeeds to Brad. I am so ashamed. I am begging; really begging you to let me get under control and present myself to Brad and ask for his forgiveness as I am now asking for yours.” She was still hurting and trying to catch her breath.

“You’ve caught me at a weak moment Anne.. So yes, make yourself pretty and go to Brad and make it worth his while to forgive you. Go. Go quickly.”

Anne showered and did her hair and make up as well as she had ever done. She moved quickly but the ache in her thighs did slow her down a bit. Fortunately her legs were well proportioned and thin so her inner thighs didn’t touch each other as she moved. She put on the highest heels she brought with her. No hose. Her legs just were too sensitive for that.

She trembled as she approached Brad’s stateroom. What kind of a mood would he be in. Would he forgive her. Would he put her off the yacht at the next port of call.

“Sir, do you have a moment for me please?”

She approached him with her eyes averted and her head bowed. Brad had been pre-warned of her visit and had already decided how he would handle her.

“Is it important, Anne?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. I have been bigheaded and insolent toward Mimi over the past few days and she caught me with a vibrator in my hand. I didn’t use it, but I’ll confess that I was mighty tempted. She has already punished me. I wanted you to know that I was in the wrong and she disciplined me well. I begged for her forgiveness and now I ask for your forgiveness too. I’m prepared for any additional punishment you think I deserve,” she said.

“How did Mimi punish you? Did she hurt you? Did you learn from the discipline?”

“Oh, yes. She hurt me good. I won’t forget it. I learned that I can’t even give the impression that I might want to orgasm without your personal permission. And I learned to obey her quickly all the time,” she replied.

“Well, while I think of what I’m finally going to do to you, I want to spank you, then fuck your cunt, then fuck your mouth. So get over here and lay across my legs.”

He could see the redness and slight swelling of Anne’s inner legs but decided to go somewhat easy on her ass. Just a few hundred modest smacks for now. Then he picked her up and dropped her on his king sized bed.

“Open wide slut. Wrap you legs around my body and lock your ankles over one anther so I can feel the depths of your sloppy cunt. I want you to pull me deep inside you and move your hips and ass to achieve what could be the last orgasm you have for a while.”

Oh, the burn. She knew it would hurt and it did but she looked forward for that wonderful orgasm. She was locked tightly to him and arching her back to meet his thrusts. She was getting the pressure she wanted right on her swollen clit and was right on the verge of coming when she realized she had not received his permission to cum.

“Anne, don’t even think about your own orgasm. Unlock your legs and open them wide right now. Hold them open with your hands. No relief for you today.

“Now, finish me off with your mouth.”

His cock was solid as he slid it deeply in her mouth. Her legs ached and her clit throbbed. She knew the frustration she was feeling was self inflicted and was fully aware of her responsibility to obey Brad no matter what he demanded of her.

“Hold your tit’s in your hands and play with your nipples I you to know that you have nipples while I fuck your mouth, you thankless bitch.”

He came in her full force. His ejaculate spilled out of her lips and down to her chin. He slapped her cheeks twice with his hand and told her to leave his cum on her face for the rest of the night. She knew she had displeased and disappointed him and that he wasn’t finished punishing her yet.

“Anne, I want you to humble yourself to Mimi in a public way. Tell her you want to make amends to her by coming to her on your knees naked at noon tomorrow to ask her again for forgiveness. While you are kneeling in front of her you will ask her permission to bring her to orgasm with your mouth.

“You know she and Fifi take the midday sun on the deck chairs and you can find her there. Clearly, everyone can watch you service her. Tell her also that while you are attending to her, that it might be appropriate that Fifi whip you with the flogger. Make sure you bring one with you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Your punishment is fitting and deserved for my misbehavior Sir. I’ll remember this and how thoughtful you have been to this unworthy, mouthy, slut.”

He grabbed her by the nipples and pulled her to her feet. He slapped her hard on the ass and sent her to her stateroom for the evening.

In the morning word had gone around to all the crew to be on the bridge for a show at noon. Anne came on her hands and knees from her stateroom to the sun deck. She as naked. A smattering of applause let her know she was on display.

The show was a good one. Anne received a large ovation for her performance on Mimi who had thrashed around on the deck lounge like a fish out of water as Anne nibbled her labia lips and sucked on her swollen clit.. Fifi seemed sexually energized herself and appeared bent on motivating Anne to superior performance by harshly flogging her already sore ass.

Brad took the microphone from at bridge and announced “That was an excellent performance Anne. We all enjoyed it. Perhaps not as much as Mimi and Fifi did, but we appreciated the fact that you were willing to humble yourself publicly before Mimi.

“Now take a bow girl. Display your body for us. Give the crew your best impression of an erotic slave girl by giving them first-rate view of your girlish charms.

“Then, I want you to attend to me in my cabin in exactly one hour. So take that time to get presentable. Stay humble and bring your vibrator with you!”

The End of Chapter # 5.

A TALE OF TWO WOMEN

 

Chapter 6 -- The Pledges

 

Anne came to Brads stateroom at the appointed time. She was nude except for her most erotically styled high heels which she knew showed off her legs and ass to her advantage. Brad saw that she was nervous and not at all relaxed. She had her vibrator in hand as he had ordered. It was fairly large and was the flexible type that had a speed control switch.

“Anne, you look lovely as usual. Please take a few deep breaths and calm yourself. My agenda is simple. I want to take your vibrator and remove the temptation it quite likely provides. I want to talk to you seriously and at length about your past and our future. And, I want to fuck you. To make this less stressful for you and more pleasurable for me I’m going to have you put on this blindfold while you are here.”

Anne handed him the vibrator and adjusted the blindfold Brad handed to her. He guided her to where he was going to sit and had her sit at his feet with her ass resting on her ankles. He told her to position her hands on her thighs with her pointer fingers resting against her thumbs in a compliant attitude. He told her to keep her back straight and tits high while she was in that position.

“I’m having a time keeping my hand off you Anne he began. You are quite a lovely girl. If I haven’t mentioned it yet, we might want to feature you in one of my firms modeling enterprises or adult film projects once we get to California.” She could feel the wetness in her cunt flow even more freely at that suggestion.

“I know you are 23 years old but I didn’t know you were as horny as you are and I should have been more attentive to you. I want you to feel free to seek me out when you need to be fucked in the future. If you maintain a sensitive, deferential, and submissive manner you may ask, at anytime, if I would be in the mood to fuck you. In your case, I would not think that you were being too bold. Do you get my drift?”

“Yes, Sir I do. And, you can’t imagine how thrilled I am to hear you say that especially now that I am so aroused.”

“I assure you that you will get your fill of me before you leave here but we still have some important matters to discuss, so hold your impulses in check until I’m ready for you,” he said directly.

“I recall that our relationship got started quite quickly and that early on I knew you had become very devoted to me as a person and that you were vaguely aware of my disposition for domination of pretty young women such as yourself. You have been very good about going to some of my favorite domination and submission clubs in Philadelphia and in New York. In fact you seemed to enjoy those trips immensely. But, I really need to know more about your family history and how you developed into the sexual woman you are now.

“Before you tell me all about that, how about telling me how you would describe your body. I could guess but I want to know more precisely for my records.”

“Sir, You flatter me and make me feel sexy all the time. I’ve worked hard since I first met you to get your attention and to use my body to please you. The workout club I go to has measured me at 36-24-35 and I use a “C” cup. I’m just a tad over five foot six inches tall and the last time I checked, I weighed 113 pounds. I’ve been told that my legs and my ass are among my best features. Not to sound immodest, but I have a very sensitive clit that becomes aroused easily.

“As for my background, I was raised in a rich family. My mother had remarried when I was young to a very wealthy gentleman who was looking for a trophy wife. I’ve been told I look like my Mother. She became quite distant to me as I was growing up and to get her attention I would often misbehave. My nanny’s were expected to lock me in my room and give me a few swats with a hair brush when Mom said that I’d been naughty.

“As I started to mature physically, my stop father seemed to take over the role of family disciplinarian. I knew Mom agreed him. In fact, I think she got some kicks watching him whack my ass with a paddle while I was bent over his knee on those occasions when she turned me in to him for some infraction. Truth be told, I liked it when he spanked me and they both seemed to like it when I squealed and squirmed. I often saw them go quickly to their room after one of my spanking sessions.

“I became sexually active at 15. My parents heard me tell one of my friends that I was going to screw my boyfriends balls off at our Senior Prom and they hit the roof. Really, they called me into the living room and told me they had overheard my conversation. I was really embarrassed. My Mother told me to take off my panties and that her husband was going to spank me bare assed. The man told me to also take off my skirt and to give my Mom the panties. She saw right away that I had shaved my pubis. I was even more embarrassed. He had me lean over a chair in and spread my legs. I knew he was getting a thrill at my expense but in fact, I was OK with it.

“When he had blister my can, my Mother inserted a leather cunt plug which was attached to a leather strip that went up my belly and up my rear and then attached to a leather belt around my waist. She said she wasn’t going to deprive me of my prom but she was going to deprive me of any real sexual activity at least while I lived in her house. She locked the belt and gave the key to her husband. In addition to being embarrassed, I was mortified and cried for the next two days.

“She took off the belt every once in a while until I went to U Penn, then she got me some pills from a doctor near the campus, and told me to enjoy myself. I met up with a good looking senior student at Penn who couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off of me. He lived at a fraternity house noted for academics and sex. I myself pledged early for one of the few sororities on the campus. The was a lot of hidden sexually oriented hazing going on at both places. He used me to tease the pledges at his house. More than once he screwed me in front of them and taunted them as he showed off just how horny and submissive I was.

“At the sorority house, we marched the pledges around naked and swatted their butts many times a day. I experimented with lesbian play and got a thrill out of that too.

“My boyfriend made me tell him stories of the lesbian activities going on at our house. That would jack up his sexual energy and he would paddle me and screw my head off. Once, before he graduated, he made me come to his frat house without any bra or panties. Then he took me to his room and let the other seniors fuck me as his graduation gift to them.

“By that time I had no respect for him because I though he had more character than that. He misused me. He gave me away to other guys. He betrayed me. I swore off of men for a year or two after he graduated. Then I met you and all my submissive tendencies came to the front once again but this time with the knowledge that you would dominate me yet care for me and love me.”

“Yes, Anne, I will care for you and treat you as you need to be treated. I know you want me to protect you and treat you cunt as my exclusive property. You have my word that my cock will be the only cock that will have penetration privileges inside your precious cunt. Now I may allow other things to enter you and other men and women may enter your mouth or ass but not your pussy. And, I will make sure that you are not exposed to any sexually transmitted diseases. That promise is not only useful to you but to me as well. Does that give you the assurance you are looking for?”

“Oh yes, Sir. I do trust that you will not misuse my pussy. I really believe that and give you my word that I will do anything for you as my Master in return for that promise.”

“Good. We have an understanding on that,” said Brad. “But, as to the future, I demand that you make it your job to arouse my interest in your body as your main occupation. Your work as my Operations Manager is important but not as important as my sexual pleasure.”

“Once we get to the mansion. I want you to purchase clothing that will accentuate your luscious body. Plan on making at least four clothing changes a day once we are at the mansion. You will have to develop a well stocked closet. In particular I want to be reminded when I see you of the fullness of your breasts and of the fact that that they ride high on your chest. I want to see your back muscles, your tight rib cage, and flat stomach. And of course I want to see your great legs and ass. We have a pool at the mansion and I expect to see some very daring Brazilian style bikini’s on you.”

“I want you to begin to wear waist cinchers that will make your waist even smaller. They will accentuate you tits and ass. Work hard to make your waist smaller; down to 23 inches within the next year.

“Always wear the highest heels and boots you can wear and still function adequately.

“I will have a service performance review of your personal behavior and of your professional duties as my Operations Manager each 30 days. And, I will be looking for only the best you can bring to your work for me. If you are not meeting my expectations you will be trained and disciplined.”

“As for your work as a supervisor, the first thing you need to do is hire the right staff, particularly the women. I’ve gathered a list of names, mostly men, who I’ve been led to believe have an over supply of young well trained submissive women. For the most part, these Masters live in Europe. I want you to begin correspondence with these guys, being respectful of course, and see if they are willing to send any of their girls to me for a price. The girls must be willing to service me here for at least five years.”

“I was especially pleased at the way you handled the whip on Sara a few weeks ago. I have no doubt that you will be a stern task mistress. I want you to learn a variety of discipline techniques other than whippings that will improve the performance of those women you select for the staff.

“Perhaps the masters you write to can give you some pointers that may be particularly useful with each of the woman. When such discipline is needed, I’ll want to observe what you do to them at least for the first month or two. I might have some ideas about that as well.

“Well, Anne, if you decide to stay with me after this voyage you must know that I will treat you fairly yet push you to reach your full potential as a submissive woman. I promise to give sexual release to you on my personal whim. You may not get enough release as you need which is when you will have to beg me for it like we discussed.

“I’ll make you suck cock for my male friends and suck pussy for my female friends. I will do as I please with you. I’ll test you. Stretch you. Gag you. Suspend you. Squeeze you. Display you. Embarrass you. Taunt you. And, hurt you for my own perverse pleasure. I think you know that already.

“Now Anne, if you are still all right with all that I envision for you in the future, raise your tits with your hands and beg me to whip them. Beg me to hurt them. Beg me to whip them hard. Understand?”

She quickly cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and pushed them up as far as she could. She pinched her nipples to be sure they were full and long. She lowered her head. Her eyes were still covered and she could not see what implement he would use on her but she really had been anticipating that he would whip her so she begged hard and convincingly.

“Sir, you can’t possibly know how much I want to feel the whip; especially on my tits. Whip them hard. Whip them long. Whip them to your hearts content. And, if you don’t want me to cry, I’ll try to control myself too.”

She held her breasts out and after he had applied about twenty strokes she said, “Sir, if it pleases you, please whip both tits harder and snap the whip hard against my sensitive nipples. I am certainly ready for you to test me and see if I have the pain tolerance you demand of a sex slave.”

It didn’t take long for tears to swell in her eyes and for her globes to redden and show signs of the whip. She didn’t cry for mercy; she only begged him to hit her harder. Her words came with some conviction between her sobs. He did as she requested and she sobbed hard under the lash until she could almost not get her breath.

Brad switched back and forth from a whip to a flogger. He was aware that Anne would let him beat her tits until they were seriously hurt. He didn’t even want to break the skin of those delectable orbs or really cause any damage to her nipples even though he was having fun. He could see her tits really swelling up. Already he had hit her over 300 times and he was convinced that he could hit her a thousand time and she would still ask for more.

Brad eventually picked her up and spread her out on his bed. He put her legs over his shoulders and sunk himself deeply in her. He told her to put her upper arms behind her shoulders which would raise her sore tits higher toward him and to place her hands under her ass to raise her cunt into him. She was only too willing to comply.

After he shot his load he bit her sore nipples savagely and turned her over on top of him. He told her to work her body against his; to grind her pelvis against his. Her clit against his cock and to have as many orgasms as she could wring out of her sorry pussy. After at least ten minutes of exhaustive and energetic gyrations she collapsed on his chest and thanked him for being such a considerate Master. She pledged herself to him over and over again as she lay there.

He told her to kiss him like she had never kissed anyone else in her life. Her hands went behind his head and her mouth and tongue went every where in him. In time, he even felt that his lips were beginning to swell from the intense pressure she was applying. What a kisser!

Then he told her to clean off his cock with her mouth and get off the bed.

“Stand at attention, Anne.” She moved from him quickly and struck a perfectly compliant, yet erotic pose.

“Let the flavor of your juices mixed with mine, which are now still in your mouth, register in your mind. Let the burn on your tits and nipples remind you that you are my pleasure toy and that you are always to be servile and humble before me. Let the knowledge that I will use you for my pleasure sink into your consciousness. It is my desire to see you naked and feel your body often in the days ahead and to be aroused by you as my Operations Manager once we get to the mansion.”

“When I kiss you, I want you to pull me to you with your hands. Press your body into mine. Kiss me deeply as you just did in bed. Remember you are my submissive pleasure toy.”

“Take two steps backward and turn around. Hold your tits high. Take off your blindfold and get your skinny butt back to your room and freshen up. Not a word about what we talked about or transpired here to anyone. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. And know that I look forward to the day when I have proven myself worthy of being your total sex slave, Sir.”

She squared her shoulders, stepped back, turned, threw off the blindfold, tightened her ass, stuck out her tits, and strode out his room with a confident, and satisfied manner.

End of Chapter # 6

 

A TALE OF TWO WOMEN

 

Chapter 7 -- Pleasures and Piercings

 

The yacht had been on the open water less than ten days. Brad's girls had spent much of that time nude, at Brad’s suggestion, getting total body tan. They had been reading extensively from his collection of erotic books and magazines and had watched many of his videos most of which had male domination and female subjugation as their main theme. They were also learning from the hands-on instruction of the two very skilled female deck hands who had been hired for this voyage specifically because of their expertise in domination and submission..

Brad spotted Anne and Cloe in the workout area of the yacht and found a place where he could watch what they were doing without being seen himself. The girls had on very high cut, white, spandex shorts, a tight white spandex sports bra, white tennis shoes and white cotton sox. They were working together on a high intensity aerobic routine to the accompaniment of some high energy music.

Clearly, they had worked out the routine together because they were perfectly synchronized in their movements. Brad was impressed not only at their energy, but also by their appearance; they could have been the leaders of a very popular TV workout program.

As they began to slow down at the end of their routine Brad made an appearance but urged the girls to continue until they were completely finished. He clapped in appreciation and they took a formal bow.

“Girls, you look great. The sun is treating you well and you are in fantastic shape. I’ve been thinking about you two a lot lately and I want to establish a few additional ground rules for you.

“ First, when I speak or contact either of you, even a slight feather touch, I want you to come to a fast stop regardless of what you are doing and come to attention. You can expect me to have my hands all over you at that point so be sure your tits and head are high and your tummy and ass are tight.

“Second, I want you to bring me the private journals I’ve asked you to keep in which you are recording your thoughts and fantasies. Start tonight and continue each Thursday night from now on. I hope you are making a diligent effort to jot down all the really good sexy stuff you are thinking and learning from my library and I certainly don’t want you to make anything up -- only the truth.

“Third, I want you two to give each other cock sucking lessons. At least once a day, perhaps during your workout routines, I want one of you to have the other really exercise their mouth and throat so that she can begin take a cock more deeply and more easily. You sex pots ready for all that?”

“I certainly am, Sir,” answered Anne quickly.

“Me too, to be sure, Sir,” Cloe said in short order.

Brad was touched by the journal entries he read. The girls seemed totally open in their written comments about their feelings toward him and the satisfactions they felt being with him. Anne revealed that she was relieved regarding her future with Brad because of his assurances that he would not “rent her out” as she had put it. Cloe didn’t say so directly but he gather she was beginning to understand her masochistic nature and that she was easily aroused by punishment.

Cloe had also written that the two deck hands, Mimi and Fifi, had mentioned that they were thinking of getting some body piercing when they got to their next port of call. They were talking about getting nipple piercing, belly button piercing, and labia piercing. She mused that being pierced had some interesting possibilities and wondered if Brad would ever have her pierced.

Brad was getting aroused by the journal entries especially when reading some of the ideas they each had for how he might treat them. He knew that these comments were intended to get him thinking about them and to give him ideas for dealing with them but he didn’t mind a bit. Some of the thoughts were actually quite erotic and some bordered on outright torture -- more from Cloe than Anne on that account.

He called the bridge and asked the duty officer to send a note to Cloe. He ordered her to present herself as a women of easy virtue and visit him in his stateroom at midnight.

Cloe knocked at the stroke of twelve. She looked like a French whore and smelled like one too. As soon as she was inside the door her pushed her against the bulkhead crushing her breasts hard against his chest. He kissed her and grabbed her ass hungrily pulling her dress up over her hips. She wore no under pants. He slipped his fingers into her cunt in one motion catching her by surprise. She reverted to her role easily and spread her legs for him.

“Wet enough for you big boy?” She asked

“Watch your mouth you slimy whore,” he said. “If I want your mouth for anything it will be to stick my cock in it.”

He knocked her back against the door and held her chin with his left hand. With his right, he slapped her across the face a few times for the dramatic effect.

“Now, take off your clothes slut,” he said roughly. “Leave your heels and hose on and walk around the room so I can see what I’m getting for my money tonight. Your money will be on the dresser so when I’m done with you. And you’ll know when I done so just leave and shut the door behind you.”

He was just playing a role with her and had no plans for letting her go that night. He was going to work her hard and keep her by his side all night. No point in letting those “D” cup boobs and hard nipples get away just to keep up the part.

As in most things he did, Brad had several items on his agenda. Primarily he wanted a good sexual workout for himself. Also he wanted Cloe to be satisfied and know that she was special to him. And, finally he wanted her know how he felt about piercings for his favorite women.

“Bend over and grab your ankles slut”.

He took his belt out of his pants and took dead aim at her ass. After a few hearty strokes she began to cry -- or perhaps sob. He knew she was ready for anything at that point and would indeed have a great time in bed if he let her.

“Listen, slut. I’m paying you for a good time. Nothing in the rules says you have to have a good time too. So get busy with your mouth and when I get finished with that, I’m going to have your tender ass. And when I’m done with that maybe I’ll fuck your mouth or cunt. So start earning your money. And no more smart mouth from you.”

Cloe was really turned on. No one had talked that way to her before and she like it. Brad forced her to her knees and backed her into a corner. She was ready to take him; in fact she wanted his cock in her mouth. But, he wanted more.

“What do you want now most in this world, slut?” he yelled at her.

“Sir, I want you to fuck me hard. I really do.”

“What do you want me to do with my cock at this very minute you insolent bitch.”

“Sir, truth be told I want your cock in my mouth and throat. Then I want it in my ass and then in my cunt, Sir,” she said.

“Open your mouth wide, slut and stick your tongue out as far as you can. And, don’t put it back into your mouth until I say so.”

Cloe felt him enter her mouth and slide his cock toward the back of her mouth. He pushed against her throat and she gagged. He withdrew and she regained her composure. He pinched her nose and slid his prick back into her mouth again. She held her composure but didn’t know if she would faint. She was getting light headed. He released her nose and she breathed deeply.

“Bitch, get used to servicing me. And get used to being hurt and afraid; really afraid. He pushed deeper into her throat and she felt that he would fill her with his ejaculate at that very moment. But, he didn’t.

Soon she was on her knees, her tits on the floor, her back was bowed and her ass was in the air. Without warm up he drilled her ass hole in one push. She wiggled and shook her booty for him as if she was experienced with such action. Then he pulled out and drilled her pussy doggy style. She was almost sure she would be in for a frustrating night as he leaned over her and began to pull on her nipples as he pressed inside her.

At length, he stopped and got on the bed. “Now, slut, come over here and make my cock clean again. When you feel me ready to blow I want you to direct my flow right at your face.”

She did as she h ad been directed and took his explosion squarely between the eyes. It burned but she held steady.

“Slut, get your wet cunt on my cock and ride that pony until you cum. And, I want you to cum as many times as you can. But, you must thank me for giving you that pleasure each time you release and then get back to work finding just the right pressure for your next one.”

When Cloe finally settled down and had shown him her gratitude sufficiently, Brad held her closely and began to let his fingers toy with her breasts and nipples. She knew he would. His ministrations kept her excited. He knew that it would. And, it keep him excited too.

“You know you are my ‘pleasure toy’ don’t you Cloe?”

“Yes, Sir. I really covet being your ‘pleasure toy’ Sir. I love it. And I especially love it when you test me and treat me roughly. And I did get kinda turned on when you talked in earthy language to me and manhandled me like a whore a while ago.”

“Cloe, when I see you and feel your raw nakedness I find it difficult to get rid of my hard-on. Climb on my prick and exercise your Kegle muscles. Keep your cunt muscles contracted tightly for at least a count of fifteen and repeat the exercise contractions for at least one minute until I stop you. Put your hands behind your neck. I want to play with your tits while I settle down a bit that will be the perfect way for me to do just that,” he said.

She settled in on him, arched her substantial, firm, tits toward him and began to exercise herself on his still rigid prick.

He began talking to her about his reactions to her journal. He said it was well written and revealing. He encouraged her to continue to write often and openly. He mentioned that he had read where she wrote that the deck hands were going to get some body piercings when they reached port.

“Let me tell you why I will not allow you to get pierced except for your ears lobes. First, lets start with your tongue. I get all the stimulation I can stand from your mouth as it is and I don’t care if other guys or women would be more aroused my your tongue if it was pierced.

“Further, I’m concerned that it might interfere with your oral hygiene and the enamel on your teeth not to mention how you speak.

“Next, I wouldn’t let you get your nipples , clit or labia pierced because I’m concerned about the hygiene of the practice and because I wouldn’t want the metal inserts to get caught in the tip of the single tail I plan to whip you with.

“Do you know what a single tail is?”

She shook her head to indicate that she didn’t.

“Well it is a whip which has been popular in the bdsm scene for about 25 years. Most are about five feet long and have a rigid handle and an eight or nine inch flexible business end. Remember when we were in New York and the Hansom horse drawn carriages had buggy whips? Well what I use will be similar to those.

“The entire whipping action of the single tail creates the snap against naked flesh. The effect on you would not be as severe as say a bull whip which can cut the skin; but it is stingy and leaves marks. Now if a whip like that got caught on the metal piercing inserts it would very likely pull the insert through the hole and cause disfigurement which I don’t want to happen. Yes, I will whip you and hurt you with these whips but I don’t want to disfigure you.”

“If I want to hurt you with more than a whip I’ll use clamps and bondage.”

He reached to his bedside cabinet and withdrew four clamps. They looked like little clothes pins no more than and inch and a half in length. The were very shinny and nickel plated. He drew one of her nipples tight and clipped the small clamp on it. He knew the spring on the clamp was very strong. Her lips grew white as she tightened them together in pain. Her entire face took on a frozen quality. Clearly the pain was considerable.

He repeated the process on her other nipple. She stiffened every muscle in her body. Then he pulled on her labia lips. One clip for each. She could not tighten her body against the pain any further and she began to cry. And, she cried even more as the blood returned to the tender flesh when he removed each clip..

“You love each ache I inflict on you Cloe, and you know it. You are such a pain slut. What am I ever to do with you?”

He took her tender nipples in his mouth in turn and bit them and pulled them. She moaned and moaned.

When she opened her eyes she looked at him and said “Sir, you do get me fired up. If I may be so bold, could you consider letting this worthless pain slut borrow your cock for a few minutes. This itch I have right now is making me crazy and I think I know how to get rid of it with your cooperation.”

She smiled that sweet erotic smile that always played with his mind.

“Yes, Cloe. You can use my cock to scratch your frigging itch. But go slowly and keep your convulsions contained to your cunt. No noise or I’ll whip you again.”

Brad watched her face as she had several orgasms. It was so much fun to watch her pleasure herself with his cock buried deeply within her. When she wanted to relax, he ordered her to have at least two more orgasms.

“Oh, please Sir, I am completely spent. But, since I know it will give you pleasure to see me try, I’ll give it shot.”

She worked her cunt against him again and again. Perhaps if she wasn’t is such great aerobic shape she might not have been able to perform for him but she ground against him again and again, each time screaming in release. Soon, she collapsed in a drenched heap, breathing hard and crushing her tits on his hard chest.

When she stirred, he told her that she would be responsible for telling Anne the reasons for his no piercing rule but that she was not to tell her anything about any of their sexual activities. He thought that perhaps one day, he would let Anne watch.

The End of Chapter # 7

 

 

 

A TALE OF TWO WOMEN

 

Chapter 8 -- The Show Offs

 

Even though Brad loved to see his two well built girls nude, he had made it a practice of having both of them well dressed for each meal. He insisted that they should have on clothing appropriate for the specific time of day. For example they were allowed, in fact required, to be in their bikini’s and heels at the pool for lunch but never at the 8th hour for dinner in the dining room.

Their conversations at meal time often concerned the domestic and international affairs of the country and the current affairs of his parents company. Information flow on almost all subjects was readily available to them via satellite or fax. The girls knew he was as interested in their well thought out opinions as he was about their well endowed bodies and their ever increasing interest in matters both erotic and submissive.

Occasionally, he would ask them about their own fantasies when they were all together but ordinarily he did not allow discussions which would lead them into personal competition. He did continue to ask them how they were getting along in training each other to practice fellatio.

Cleo was the first to reveal that they had decided to attach a rather moderately sized dildo to a broom handle and then force feed the flexible rubber shaped penis into the mouth and throat of the other. Using this training tool, both felt they were making excellent progress.

Anne, suggested, with a naughty smile, that perhaps Brad should have a cock sucking contest to see who had progressed the furthest. But he decided to pass on that idea so as not to start any jealousies. He would make his assessments privately.

Brad decided to make sure the Captain knew of Mimi and Fifi’s plans to get some body piercings when the were ashore either in the Jamaica and St. Martin. He said he didn’t care what they did but just wanted the Captain to know that the deck hands might need some physical protection during the piercing process and might need special hygienic care during the healing process. The Captain said he would take the deck hands to the best piercing parlor himself and would consult a doctor about any necessary aftercare precautions but that he was excited at the prospects of their plan.

Brad also confided in the Captain that it was his plan to test Anne’s and Cloe’s fortitude, courage and obedience while at several of the ports they were to visit in the Caribbean and that he would need the services of the first and second mates for this purpose. He was going to have the guys take the girls shoe and jewelry shopping and to several of the areas nude beaches. Brad said the boys would certainly have a good time if they played their cards right. He asked the captain to have the mates speak with him privately shortly after the noon meal.

Andy and Carl met Brad on the main deck for drinks. They were all ears. Brad enticed them by saying that he had three chores for them that he hoped that they would not really consider them chores in the conventional sense. Each chore would involve Cloe and Anne and would have a sexual overtone.

The guys had seen the girls and had been mesmerized by them from the very first. To be sure they had gotten their rocks off with the two deck hands while on the cruise, but they had secretly wanted to be closer to those two very fine bodies which up to this point were strictly for Brad’s pleasure and were off limits to them.

“Gentleman, let me say that I have a very unique relationship with Anne and Cloe. They are committed to me and do what I tell them to do. And, while we are in the Caribbean I have three tests for them which happily, for you, requires your assistance.

“First, when we visit Jamaica and then again when we get to the Virgin Islands I want you Andy, to take Anne shopping for very sexy shoes. Carl, you will be with Cloe. By the time you get back I’ll want each girl to have at least a dozen expensive and erotic high heels all of different heights and colors. Some boots and some shoes. But all very sexy.

“Now the deal is this; you will escort the girls on a leash. They will wear leather collars and you will lead them around as if they were your play things. Additionally, they will wear short skirts and no underpants. I want the girls to be humiliated and embarrassed and the shoe salesman to cream in their jeans. I will be taking pictures from a distance with my telephoto lens. We will all check out the pictures when you return to the yacht.

“Second, when we visit the “clothing optional” beaches of St. Martins and the Dominican Republic, I’ll want you to escort the girls to the nude beaches where you will parade them naked for all of the other bathers to admire. I will tell them that they are to find a way to give you a blow job right on the beach as a reward for being so nice to them.

“Third, when we get to our last island, Grand Cayman, I’ll want you to take the girls to some of the shops that specialize in erotic toys and related gear. In particular, I want each girl to select at least three sets of non-piercing, sterling silver, nipple shields. The girls know what they are looking for but I’ll want them to try each set on before purchasing them. They, of course, will have to model the shields for you in the openness of the store. I’ll be taking pictures of them here too.

“Well, gentleman, are you game for all this?” he asked.

The bulges in their pants made it clear that they couldn’t wait until they got to the first port of call and for their role in the testing of the girls to begin.

Brad conducted the early morning inspection before the boys led the girls down the gangplank. They both had good sturdy shoes on even though the heels were three inches high with leather laces wrapped high around each ankle and calf. Their leather skirts were mid thigh in length and their white cotton blouses were tied with a knot under their breasts leaving not much to the imagination. Leather collars completed the outfit and when leashes were attached added an obvious sense of their subjugation and submission.

“Keep your chin and tits high girls. And hold your hands behind you while walking in public. The lads have all the money you will need for today’s shopping. Give the town folks and sales people a real show. Do what you are told. Andy and Carl are your masters for the day.”

The Captain and the two deck hands went off on their own to find a piercing parlor that looked reputable. The Captain made it a point to see to it that the nipples of the deck hands remained at full attention.

The girls and boys took a larger car to the main shopping area in Jamaica . And, Brad followed them in a car for himself with his camera and lenses at the ready.

The local guide made sure that the young men and their two charges were driven to the best shopping district and guided them to the specialty stores which sold the best and most expensive women's clothes and shoes in Jamaica.

Brad took pictures of the girls being led out of the car and into the store and of the incredulous stares they got from the passers by. He positioned himself so he could see what was going on as the salesman, a middle aged man, took in the entire scene. The girls did look outrageous being led on a leash. And when the boys unhooked the leashes and told the girls to by whatever they wanted, the man’s heart skipped a beat.

The salesman had not quite settled on the little stool he had for assisting customers when he realized that neither Anne or Cloe were wearing under garments not even a thong. Brad caught the expression in his disbelieving eyes as his camera clicked away. Cloe noticed the bulge in his knickers.

After both girls had modeled three pairs of the most strikingly exotic shoes, the salesman excused himself. He didn’t get far before he hunched over and hustled quickly to the men's room. Another salesman came to assist the group and noted dryly that the first chap had had an accident and would be going home for the day.

Brad caught it all on film and with the fast film he was using and the quality of his lens he was using he was pretty sure he even captured the details of Anne’s smooth thighs and the moisture ebbing from her labia lips.

With their shoe purchases in hand, Cloe asked Carl if he wanted her to try on a few party dresses. She made the suggestion with an expression that said she was ready for anything. He acquiesced knowing he would accompany her into the dressing room before any purchase was made and he had a hard-on which needed quick relief. He got that relief once they were alone in the dressing room. The dress remained behind in the dressing room, but Brad knew exactly what had transpired and who had initiated what.

By the end of the day, the girls had been seen by hundreds of people and just about that many had seen what would be the topic of conversations for years to come. The girls were so excited that cunt juice was running down their legs. And, in Cloe’s case, she had Carl’s cum visible around her lips. Both girls were totally excited and knew that Brad would be happy with them.

They held a fashion show after dinner in the privacy of Brads suite and then next morning were treated to some of the most exciting pictures anyone on the crew had ever seen. Brad had paid an extraordinary amount of money for the quick turn around on his pictures. His driver made sure he got the originals and negatives of each shot.

When the yacht pulled into the Virgin Islands everyone knew what Brad expected of them. The Captain, the two deck hands and cook stayed behind to mind the ship and the other five went out to taunt the crowds and test the resolve of the beauties.

This time, the troupe was attended by two woman sales persons. These women were most eager to help find just the right foot ware. The potentially large total sale seemed apparent. And the submissive natures of the girls was clear for all to witness. The sales ladies were on fire. The way they touched and looked at each other gave Brad to believe that they were lesbian lovers. This was a sale they wouldn’t soon forget especially once they got a gander at slender legs and shaved pussies before them.

Andy said, “Ladies, you seem more focused on Cleo’s well manicured crotch than in assisting her find several pair of attractive shoes. Would you like to take both girls in the back room for a closer inspection so we can get this show on the road?”

Both girls seemed to shrink at the thought of being taken anywhere for a private viewing. When the sales ladies were assured that Carl was not kidding, the girls were herded off to the rather elegant ladies lounge. Each girl was stripped of the meager cloths they wore; all except their collars and shoes. The admiring stares and comments from every woman in the room gave them the chills. At length, they were allowed to redress and escorted back to the sales floor once again.

When it was time to total up the bill, both Carl and Andy stepped up and whispered to the clerks that they were being over charged. They made a point of recalling that the show to which they were a witness was worth at least the cost of one pair of those high fashion shoes.

The clerks were in a bind and realized that several others in the department had been involved in the earlier tawdry incident. Since a lot of jobs were in jeopardy if they were turned in, so a reasonable discount was agreed upon. The girls marched out on their leashes, proudly and characteristically horny.

When the disembarked at St. Martins, Brad made arrangements for rooms at the Orient Bay Club, a spot for romantic lovers of a naturalistic bent. It was a small and secluded place with a lovely beach, fine sand, and palm trees. They were registered as Mr. and Ms. “C” and Mr. and Ms. “A” no questions asked.

As they disrobed in their rooms both girls were taken by the youthful bodies of the boys. Each had a semi erect penis by the time the arrived in the lobby carrying towels and hygienic lubricating lotion.

The boys paraded the girls down to the waters edge hand in hand; they were of course on their honeymoon. It wasn’t long before the girls had the guys up against the same tall palm tree back to back. With a little lotion the girls began to work the boys to a full erection. They stroked the long shafts with their hands almost in unison. They played with the bulbous heads of the straining pricks and they pulled on their balls. More pulling and tugging; the groaning was audible to the few other couples sharing the beach. Everyone was watching.

The girls then began to suck on the long, firm, and sensitive flesh before them. Their training with the dildos on a stick came in handy. And, it wasn’t long before each girl stopped their ministrations to ask their “captive” whether they wanted their sperm swallowed or whether they want to give them a sperm facial. The popular choice was to swallow and swallowed it was. The girls pressed their hard, naked, bodies against the boys. They still kept the cocks firmly in hand. They kissed them hard on the mouth transferring sperm and jism with each crushing movement of their mouth.

After they gained a semblance of composure and control, the guys went back to their rooms and showered. The girls got dressed in the same provocative clothes they had on when they got there. Both couples left the resort with another test completed successfully -- to the satisfaction of Brad because he again had pictures to prove what had transpired.

In the Caymans, the deck hands finally decided to go through with their piercings and the Captain accompanied them to a piercing parlor. When all was said and done, the girls decided to only go for labia and belly button piercings. Perhaps they would go for nipple piercings at some other time.

The Grand Cayman Island, with it’s perfect white sand, was the perfect spot for the boys to take the girls to get their non-piercing nipple jewelry. Their driver knew the shops that specialized in that sort of merchandise. It was decided that the girls would wear bikini’s and heel for the excursion. When they got to the store, they were shown literally dozens of sets of nipple jewelry all of different sizes, designs, compositions, and weight.

Of course, the test was to see the girls actually model the pieces in a public place -- in this case the public area of the store front right off the street. Off came the bikini bras as planned. On with the jewelry; piece after piece. Great tits, great nipples, and great jewelry. Everyone was impressed with the show. The guys picked one set for each girl to wear back to the vessel with bra in hand. Again, Brad got the shot.

The cook had been left alone on the yacht during the time the two sets of buyers and Brad were off shopping. The cook was a short version of Cloe; full busted and well proportioned, but not very extroverted. She did her job in the kitchen and kept to herself. When she hd been left alone on the yacht she had found the massive library or erotic material Brad had brought on board. She was so engrossed that she was caught massaging her clit when the Captain and the deck hands came back on board.

“We’ll have to have a Captain’s mast hearing to see what we will do with you. This behavior is unprofessional and indicates that my trust in you has been misplaced you unworthy cunt,” he yelled. “We will have to let Master Brad decide your punishment since it is his material that you’ve mishandled.”

The End of Chapter # 8.

 

 

 

A TALE OF TWO WOMEN

 

Chapter 9 --

Brad didn’t know Mira the cook very well. She was cute and well built but was either aloof or very shy and he couldn’t tell which. The Captain reported that she seemed embarrassed about being caught masturbating. It had been clear that she had been aroused by Brads collection of erotic books and magazines which she had made a point of finding in Brads stateroom when she had been left alone while the rest of the crew had gone ashore.

Mira was summoned to the Captains conference room where her transgressions abroad the yacht would be dealt with in an informal Captains mast. In this case, the Captain had decided that Brad would decide what discipline or punishment would be met out to the young woman.

According to tradition, Mira was given time to state her case; what material did she want to have considered prior to a finding of guilt. Right away she admitted her guilt; she said she was guilty of unauthorized trespass and conduct unbecoming a member of the crew and was sorry for her actions. She hung her head and said that she had no excuse for her behavior and that she would accept the punishment Brad felt appropriate without hesitation or appeal.

After a private discussion with the Captain, Mira was called back to the conference room. Brad had her stand at attention to hear his verdict. He concluded by observing in her demeanor that she was not aloof -- shy perhaps, but not haughty. He also noticed that she was a fine looking woman and built to last; good muscle tone and well endowed.

“Mira, first, I want you to take off all your clothes right now and give them to the Captain.

“Now spread your legs and tell me which hand you were using to masturbate when the Captain caught you.”

“Sir, to be honest, I was using both hands. I was really into it when he came in,” she said.

“Well, that’s interesting. Mira, apparently you don’t get enough sex here on the yacht. You need to get more cock loving to relieve those erotic frustrations that seem to build up. And you need to get some correction regarding what you can and can’t touch aboard ship.

“I’m going to cane both of your hands as partial correction for your slutty behavior. Raise your right hand with your right elbow pressed tightly to your side. When I strike it with this heavy ruler here, don’t cry out. But, you must reach down to your cunt and touch your clit with the hand that I hit. Then I’ll strike your left hand. Same drill. Reach with that hand and stimulate your clit. Don’t ever cry out.”

Brad struck each hand four times and Mira was quick to find some relief between her thighs. The red stripes started to raise and tears began to well up in her eyes.

“Now rub your aching hands over your breasts and nipples. You may find some relief there too.”

She was only too willing to follow his directions on this account as well. It didn’t provide real relief but it did give her some moments to compose herself.

Brad told her to reach behind her and to pull her ass cheeks high. This had the effect of exposing her very moist cunt. And, Brad took a few moments to explore that moistness.

“You are a very sexy and horny woman, Mira. Yet you are sexually frustrated. We can’t let that continue. To relieve your frustrations, and show us all how you do it, I further sentence you to report to the main deck nude each afternoon at 1500 hours for the purpose of pleasuring yourself with your favorite dildo for as many days as I want you there.

“Also, you will have sex with any man onboard any time and any place on his terms for the next two days..

“Additionally to make sure you are clear that you can’t have access to everything all the time I also sentence you to spend tonight and tomorrow night in your cabin nude with your arms bound together up your back. You will straddle a chair which will have a stationary vibrating dildo placed on it. You will impale yourself on the dildo and essentially fuck yourself on that dildo from 2300 and 2400 hours.

“To make this even more difficult, you will be blindfolded and have a dental spreader opened in your mouth to the fullest extent you can tolerate. During your evening correction period any of the crew will be able to visit you and use you open and available mouth for their pleasure. Do you understand my ruling, Cook Mira?”

“Sir, your punishments are severe but I’m determined to fulfill all of the punishments you have set. I have learned my lessons.”

By the end of the second evening, Mira’s cunt was sore and her mouth was full when the deck hands arrived to release her from her bonds. She was one aching and well used woman; and not nearly as shy as she once was.

Brad did not let the diversion of having to set Mira’s sentence divert him from his major preoccupation while on the yacht -- the girls, the business, and the estate. They spent many hours together making plans and discussing details. And he had not forgotten to read the journals he had requested that the girls write and present to him regarding the lessons they had learned from reading from his library and from the two deck hands.

In addition, he had posted the pictures he had taken of the girls while they were doing his bidding on the various islands. The very explicit pictures were available for anyone to see as they were placed prominently on the bulkheads of the yacht.

He instructed the girls to make specific entries in their journal based on the pictures he had taken of their island exploits. Their entries were to include four identifiable sections. In each section they were to describe what was going on at the time the picture was taken, how they felt at the time, and how they reacted to seeing themselves in the pictures.

The first set of pictures were of the girls being led on a leash in public; the second showed them buying and modeling high heeled shoes in short skirts and no under pants, the third showed them being paraded nude at the ‘clothing optional’ beaches and giving head to their young companions in public, and the last set of pictures showed them buying and modeling their nipple shields in public.

The girls got red faced with renewed embarrassment and sexually aroused each time they saw the pictures revealing their total submission to Brad’s control.

It was no secret that Brad and the girls were getting ever more anxious to get the new estate furnished properly and to hire and train new staff so they could promote their new business endeavors. Brad decided to have the Captain put the yacht to port in the Bahamas where they could catch a private charter flight to an international airfield near the estate. They would forego the final leg of the trip by boat in favor of getting on with the business of making business. They expected that the change of plans would allow them to arrive in Southern California. almost a week sooner than they would have otherwise.

Also, it was no secret that Brad loved to get his hands on the girls. As he had explained to them, when he made physical contact with either one of them, they were to snap to a position of soldierly attention.

Most often he would come up behind the girl he touched and remove her bra, if she was wearing one, and slide his hands up her rib cage and over her breasts, playing special attention to the swell of each breast and of each nipple. Then, while he held one nipple, he would bend the girl back toward him and kiss her mouth deeply letting his tongue slide around her mouth reminding him, and the girl, that her mouth could be used to satisfy his cock if he so desired. At some point he would slip one other hand between her legs to feel her wetness and with his other hand, smack her ass sharply to suggest that the girl was free to resume whatever she had been doing. They usually were none too ready to move from his touch..

Both girls had mentioned in their journals how they loved to feel his penis. They had frequently noted their ardor for the taste of his fluids and the touch of his thick member in their mouths. They had not been coy about spelling out the satisfaction they received when Brad shot his load into their body -- any orifice he chose was just fine with them. He had read that for practical purposes they worshipped his cock as a tangible extension of their worship and commitment of him.

Brad had received a number of preliminary responses from his European sources to his inquiries regarding the acquisition of compliant female sex slaves. He had made it plain to his sources that he was looking for women who were well trained in the art of erotic submission and who might fit his needs for maids and other household help. He had turned over some of the general descriptions of these girls to Anne who was ultimately responsible for making the best decisions for hiring the type of compliant and submissive women they would want at the estate.

So far he had leads on six women who seemed to fit his needs. The teasers were:

Maddy: 23 years old from the mid-coast of France. She is a pain slut and seeks new frontiers of pain and humiliation. Smallish tits. Nice face.

Cathy: 23 from Belgium. She has a head full of fantasies and takes a full body whipping well. She usually sleeps in a cage in the barn. Not especially bright but good for yard and garden work Likes girl-on-girl.

Helen: 24 from Berlin, Germany. She has great legs and was a dancer in the fetish community. She asserts that her pain level grows with every punishment session she has with her master.

Mimi: 23 from Norway. She is a secret pain slut always giving her Master reasons to whip her preferable with a cane. Takes cock deeply. Nice breasts. Is at ease with both men and women.

Sonja: 23 from Finland. She has gotten used to hard spankings from teachers and parents. Eventually got to love pain and punishment as a young 20 something. Her current Master thinks she is great but that she needs a change of scenery to really grow further as the natural submissive she is.

Anne was impressed with the leads but had reservations which she expressed to Brad. For all practical purposes all the girls were about 23 years old. They were all from abroad and getting visas, green cards, and the like might be a problem. She had no knowledge about there real availability, their proficiency in English, and their ability to adapt to life in America. And, she didn’t have any videos of these girls to get a first hand idea of their looks or proportions.

She had an idea that she might do even better seeking girls from America and approached Brad on that point. She discussed her reservations and proposed that she first take a look at the files of girls which would be available from the offices of the erotic video company in which his family had a financial interest. Brad was impressed with this approach and said he would make a few calls to the agency so they could begin making some preliminary inquiries and getting whatever videos they could get their hands on. The office staff at the agency seemed to know that their endeavors on Brad’s behalf would be well rewarded.

Cloe and Brad had spent many hours looking over ideas for outfitting “The Dungeon.” Cloe started a list of furniture which they could purchase from various suppliers. And, had a supplemental list, including drawings, of items she wanted to be built specially for Brad. She really showed an imagination which Brad found quite exciting. When they arrived in California and saw the actual dimensions of “The Dungeon” she would provide Brad a sketch of where the various items would be placed then, with his approval and credit card, begin the process of furnishing the place.

Cloe, asked if the room Brad had selected for “The Dungeon” had multiple entrances. It didn’t. She thought that before equipment began arriving, it might be best to build two additional, secret, entrances. Her point was that she did not want any of his “visitors” to have to come through the main mansion. Brad like this idea as well and decided to let Cloe build an underground passageway from the barn to “The Dungeon” as well as another passageway leading underground from an existing stone faced fruit cellar which was built into to the side of a hill.

During one of their conferences, Brad asked the girls how they were getting on with the two deck hands. Anne was first to speak; albeit reluctantly. “Sir, may speak frankly?” she asked.

“Sure, let me hear what’s on both of your minds. I asked the question and I expect candid answers fro both of you. Go ahead,” he responded somewhat testily.

“To be direct, Sir, I think we both believe that Mimi and Fifi have taken advantage of their position over us on this voyage. We knew they were to be our mentors and teach us how to serve you better, but truth be told they really had us on our knees mostly to suck their cunt’s which we didn’t need much training to learn,” said Anne.

“And when they weren’t satisfied with us for some unfathomable reason, they whipped or spanked us so as not to leave marks. Those whippings were with parts of rubber hoses and they hurt like the devil for days after they struck us. We didn’t learn too much from all that abuse and I’ll be the first to say so,” said Cloe.

Well, girls what would you want do to them before we disembark tomorrow?” Brad asked.

Without much hesitation, Cloe said she would really enjoy whipping the deck hands herself. Cloe suggested that they both be brought to the main deck naked except for heels and a neck collar. She suggested that the deck hands be whipped by them.

In particular, she want each of the deck hands to lay flat on the deck naked with a full audience. She wanted to see each girl to press themselves into a backward bend and hold it while she whipped them with a flogger. Specifically she wanted to whip their tits and cunt; at least one hundred times or until the girls begged for mercy. .

Anne said that when it was her turn she wanted the girls arms to be secured above their shoulders by attaching their wrists to the collar. Further she thought she would enjoy whipping them if one ankle was tied to one of the fasteners built into the deck of the vessel. She would whip them both with hard leather floggers and watch them try to avoid her next snap. Anne added that perhaps the two mates might want to fuck or bugger the whipped women while they were still bound.

Brad said that both ideas sounded good to him and that he would arrange it with the Captain to have both deck hands bound naked on deck. Both women were soundly whipped. They begged for mercy but got none.

Cloe was aware that both girls were still healing from their recent piercings but hit them hard where they were most vulnerable. The scream of one engendered the screams of the other. They were literally beaten raw. And, the mates seemed to have an inordinately good time fucking them both.

The deck hands were still bound when one of the mates took Brad and his girls on a small ancillary craft to the Bahaman port where they were welcomed by the authorities awaiting them.

The girls were still aroused by the whipping and fucking they had just witnessed, as well as the knowledge that Brad had satisfied their vengeful wishes. They were all rushed to a private jet for the long anticipated last leg of the journey which would allow them to start their new lives in California.

The End…