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3.
Morning came brightly through the port hole. It took me a few minutes to work out where I was and then that I was alone again. Ronny was like a spectre, arriving and disappearing at will. I stretched on the bed and winced at the soreness of the marks on my arse.
“Oh Claire,” I said aloud. “Why, why, why?”
I dressed slowly. I wanted to wear a bikini under my skirt for a swim later. Mrs. Dawson's assault had ruled that out for a while though, so it was a thong under my yellow skirt. I wore a white silk shirt and deck shoes to the dining room for some muesli and toast before talking a stroll around the ship. I browsed the boutiques and their massively expensive jewellery and designer clothes. I touched the wonderful leathers of costly handbags and sampled delicious scents in the perfumery. A couple of times members of the ships staff bade me a friendly good morning as did a couple of fellow passengers. I wondered what their reaction would have been had they known my true circumstances. I whiled away the morning window shopping and then leaning on the stern rail, staring into the ship's wake. At one point a yacht passed behind us and I felt I might almost be able to reach out and touch the tip of its mast. I was feeling a bit sorry for myself and briefly imagined jumping off and hitching a ride. Where was it bound for? Where was I bound for? I was not sure, but I knew who I was bound to. The fancy passed as Claire's image drew me to her. The thought of her waiting for me in Florida sustained me.
Announcements came over the Tannoy system, advising passengers of the day's events. I decided I would go to a lecture on sea birds that afternoon. A BLT was enough for lunch and then I slipped back to the cabin. I had bought a book by Kathy Reichs in the ship's book shop. A dark mystery to escape into.
Ronny arrived as I was getting ready to leave for the lecture. She was dressed casually, her long ash blonde hair rolling over her shoulders. I stood with my bag in my hand and smiled at her. She came to me and kissed me.
“Going somewhere?”
“I was going to the lecture on sea birds.”
“I don't think so. Not today. Sit.”
I sat.
“Mrs Dawson was pleased but…” a lifting of the eyebrow, “you were a little hasty?”
“Hasty?”
“Has Claire not taught you to wait for permission to cum?”
I nodded.
“So, why didn't you? It earned you that beating.”
“She'd have beaten me anyway. She's a sadistic cow.” I blurted.
It was rare for me to speak like this and my transgression was not lost on Ronny, who smiled in spite of herself.
“Yes, you're probably right. But that's no excuse. Mrs. Dawson is a good client and she pays well. She also has… shall we say, issues, as you probably discovered. Did she tip?”
“No Ma'am.”
“That's unusual. I'll go see her a bit later and have another smoothing word. Important to work the clientele. Your beating has sidelined you for a few days. I can't have damaged goods in the market. I have a reputation to consider. That means that Alice will have to do a bit more.”
The last statement was delivered almost to herself but I could only surmise that there was another girl like myself aboard. Ronny noticed my reaction.
“Did you think you were the only cat in the house?”
I felt the steel in her then. The words, “damaged goods” and “cat” stung, particularly because she had mostly been quite gentle with me. Then abruptly, she relaxed again.
“I might introduce you to Alice sometime. She's a real dolly. Get me a beer. Have one yourself if you want.”
I poured her a beer and took a bottle of water for myself.
“Ronny…”
“What?”
“I'm sorry.”
“Sure. No point in dwelling on it.”
She sipped her beer and studied me thoughtfully. She seemed to become more business like.
“Claire has told me how you met and how she has trained you. She's really rather proud of you. But… she says you can be wilful and sometimes downright disobedient.”
There was no call for a response.
“What is submission about for you?”
Now there was a question for me. It was in some ways as hard to answer as the meaning of life. Of course there were the simple answers; the wonderful sexual experiences and that amazing mix of pain and pleasure that take a body to heights of arousal unknown to most people. But if sex were all there was it would be shallow and insincere.
“About giving Claire all that I can.”
Seven words. Was that really it?
“Love?”
“Yes…that. Most of all, love.”
“When I found Claire …she was confused. I made her my submissive, but I knew I'd never hold her. I watched her around other women and saw how she began to treat them. I decided she'd been studying me.”
She laughed quietly before continuing.
“You see, I loved her and some say love and the lifestyle don't mix. In her case I thought it would work though…until I realized that what she really wanted was not to be mine…but to be like me. If I had not seen it I think I'd have lost her. Once I realised her true nature I began to train her as a Domme and she flowered.”
There was no wistfulness in her voice. It was a teacher's pride I heard.
“We remain close…very close. She sent you to me to help you both. She needs your submission just as you need her control. You are completely submissive but she doesn't want to own a slave. She wants a lover and companion who is hers to lead and train. I rather think she sees you as what might be called a ‘keeper.'”
The feelings in me churned when I heard this.
“So, we are going to make sure that Claire gets what she needs. Aren't we?”
“Yes, Ma'am. Yes please.”
“OK. Let's see that arse.”
I stood and took off my skirt and thong. I felt her finger trace the crop lines across my buttocks and then she applied a soothing balm to them. It was cool and gave immediate relief. As a piece of merchandise, I knew this was more to hasten my being able to work again than for my benefit but it felt good.
“Now, get the rest of your clothes off and come into the bedroom.”
I stripped off and followed her. Ronny stood beside the bed and took off her blouse.
“A little orgasm control for you today, girl. Get on the bed on your front.”
I lay down on the bed and let my face sink into the pillow. I felt the bed sag as Ronny knelt beside me. Her hands started to massage me, bringing warm comfort to my shoulders and back. The intimacy as her hair caressed my back and her hands soothed me took me into myself, into a kind of torpor. She nudged me turn over. I rolled onto my back and looked up at her. Very gently, she attached the same clamps as before to my nipples but this time she took the loose chain down and clipped it to my hood. I bit my lip and remained silent. Ronny knelt back, looking at me and I saw her hand go to her sex. She fingered herself obviously and then put that finger to my mouth. I suckled it.
“Such a whore.” She smiled.
She began again to massage my shoulders and neck, slowly moving around my breasts, raking them with her nails. She nudged the clamps, making me gasp slightly. I watched her face and saw her smile changing subtly as she moved lower down my body. She began at my ankles and worked her way upwards, adjusting her position so her wetness was resting on my shin.
Her hands reached my groin and she slowly inched around my shaved mound with gentle but insistent strokes. She pulled lightly at the clamp on my hood and I moaned quietly, my arousal growing.
She stopped and rested her damp sex back on my shin.
“Nice?”
“Wonderful, Ma'am, thank you.”
“Feeling wet?”
She didn't need me to answer. Her finger was exploring for itself. I lifted my hips to her finger and closed my eyes as she invaded me. She slid that delicious digit slowly in and out of me. It went to my bum then and was replaced in my pussy by another. Slowly she eased a finger into each of my entrances. I was writhing under her.
“If you cum, I will hurt you… a lot.”
Her fingers spread and opened me, another entered my pussy. I was now feeling incredibly aroused. She was merciless in her gentle ministrations and I felt the climax rising inside me.
“Oh God, Ma'am, please let me cum.”
She ignored me but continued to torment me. She leaned down to lick my clit below the clamped hood and it was all I could do not to scream with pleasure. She pulled the clamp with her teeth. I gasped.
“Shhhhh.”
Suddenly she left me. Her fingers slid out and her weight lifted from my leg.
She bent down to kiss me. A hand covered my vulva and I wriggled against it. I felt it move and be replaced by the unmistakable feel of something hard being slipped inside me. She probed my mouth with her tongue as the invader settled deep inside me.
Ronny drew her lips from mine only to kneel between my legs. I felt the ripples before I heard the hum of the vibrator. They started slowly but gradually increased as she pulled it out and pushed it back in. In and out, and God help me, I started to cum. I clutched great clumps of bed linen and bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed. I begged her to stop. I became incoherent in my efforts to hold back the flood. I cried out with the pain I gave myself but still she persisted. I slammed my hands on the bed. I shook my head.
I came. It wasn't like an orgasm at all, more like an explosion. I lost all sense of time and space. I floated in some astral plain where the pleasure was an opiate that took me out of my body. I could see myself lying on the bed, spread obscenely with a beautiful woman between my legs.
It was the clamp being taken from my left nipple that restored me to the there and then. It was like a brand applied to my skin. I screamed.
Ronny was utterly calm. She let me take in the pain of that de-clamping then held the other. She waited and waited as my breath came back. She moved it agonisingly and I knew she was waiting until I was calm enough for the full fear to well in me.
She timed it perfectly but, to my surprise, she pulled of the clamp on my hood first. Surprise and pain combined to make me arch my back, pulling away from her. This in turn, as I she must have intended, led to the nipple clamp being torn from my right breast. Absolute agony engulfed me. I screamed and wept.
She left me for a while. When the throbbing finally eased, I could hear her humming in the sitting room. She came back a while later.
“Well?”
“Ma'am… Mistress, I am sorry. I couldn't stop it. You were simply too good.”
“My fault then was it?”
“No,” hastily, “No, Ma'am, mine of course.”
She took a nipple between her fingers. It was sore as hell and she knew it.
“You see,” she said, pulling it hard, “I have been through this with other girls. It is a turning point you know. You see they had to learn. You have to too.”
I whimpered as the sore nipple was pulled and twisted.
“I promised I'd hurt you, didn't I?”
“A lot, Ma'am, yes.”
“Well so I shall.”
And I had thought the painful lesson was over.
“You do not take orgasms; you give them when they are required. What shall we do with you?”
She slapped my thigh, firmly but not agonisingly, and said,
“Let's get cleaned up and dressed.”
We showered together. She was a lover then, covering me in soap and shampoo. She had me wash her. Then we dried each other. It was tender and caring. My aching nipples and hood were almost forgotten, but only almost.
As I dressed she came to me and bent me over the end of the bed. Without warning she pushed two large metal eggs well up into my pussy. A thin wire extended from the second. I was denied underwear and led with haste onto the hot deck outside. We walked. As we passed a group of women playing cards on the sun deck I was convulsed by a hard metallic stirring of the balls inside me. I gasped. Ronny swept me along and then, leaning against the rail, she produced a remote control from her pocket.
“Brilliant, isn't it? I just touch this button here and…..”
And the instrument of torture rocked and rolled inside me again.
“Imagine dinner tonight.”
She laughed and I hated her.
I dressed for dinner around 7. The bloody balls were still there but hadn't stirred since she had told me to go back to my cabin. I put on a long dress and, as instructed, no underwear and low heels. I wore my collar, of course, grateful that it looked more like a fashion accessory than what it was. Knowing what I was about was stressful enough. Dealing with overly curious stares was something I could do without, as it was I'd begun to feel like the ship's dirty little secret. The phone rang.
“Put the beads in your arse, Sue, all of them. I'll see you in the cocktail bar at eight.”
Panic ensued when I couldn't find the beads. I was frantic until I discovered them hidden under some panties. I lubed myself up and pushed them in, one by one, until only their ribbon remained. I did my hair and make up then walked, full and uncomfortable, to the bar. Just as I was opening the door the balls began to writhe. Together with the beads they worked an awful magic and I nearly collapsed. A couple passing asked if I was ok. The movement stopped and I was able to stand straight again.
“I'm fine, thank you. Just a cramp in my leg.”
At the bar I ordered a large gin. Thank God the drinks were free. If ever I needed a gin it was then.
Just as I was finishing my drink, a woman in a trouser suit sat next to me. Her hair was short and slightly greying. She wore no make up or jewellery, except a man's watch. Her fingers were short and stubby.
”Nice frock.”
“Thank you.”
“I'm Jo.”
“Sue.”
“Travelling alone?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Me too. Another gin, or is it vodka?”
“No, a gin would be great, thank you.”
Suddenly her hand was on my knee. What a time to have to deal with an aggressive butch. At precisely that moment the balls started to move, slowly, inside me. I gasped. This seemed to encourage her and she squeezed my thigh. The pace of the balls increased.
“My, you're a hottie!” she whispered close to my ear.
“Please, Jo. Take your hand away.”
She laughed then and sat back.
“Don't be silly, girl. Ronny said you'd be here. She even lent me this”
In her hand was that small piece of terrifying plastic. She had been having some fun at my expense. Curiously enough, I suddenly relaxed. She knew the situation. This was somehow safer than if she had not understood.
Ronny arrived, back in uniform and smiling pleasantly. She had a girl with her who was about twenty five, taller than me and slim with short blonde hair. She wore a simple, white dress that hung around her, revealing a shapely body with firm, high breasts. I noticed immediately that wore a collar identical to my own. A pang of jealousy stabbed me as I realized she must belong to my Claire as well. All that talk of love earlier and of Claire feeling I was a ‘keeper' and now this.
“I see you've met Sue, Jo. This is Alice . Say hello, Alice .”
Alice said hello to Jo. She seemed to ignore me although I had the sense she was looking at me whenever I turned away.
“I have to circulate but I am sure I can leave you three to get to know each other.”
Ronny leaned over to me.
“Jo is a good, very good friend. Make sure you and Alice look after her.”
As soon as she left us I excused myself and went to the ladies. There was really nothing I could do to ease the discomfort of the balls but at least it was a moment alone to compose myself. Seconds later Alice joined me.
“What will we have to do?” she whispered.
It was no use ignoring her.
“God knows,” I said. “All we can do is go along with anything Jo says.”
All at once she turned to me for a hug and I could not help but accept it. I wanted to hate this girl but instead there we were, total strangers, holding each other for a bit of comfort. Knowing that too long an absence would be rude, we headed back to our table wondering what lay in store for us.
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