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Pleasure Cruise:
Synopsis: A relaxing cruise on an innovative yacht with the perfect company
Chapter 1: Setting sail
I walked up the gangplank and boarded my private yacht, on which I intended to take a cruise throughout the day. It was a lovely day. The weather was just right. There were no clouds in the sky, yet it was not so hot as to be uncomfortable.
Half-way up the plank, I caught sight of Captain Erica Prescott, who had been in my service from the time I had purchased my yacht, the Indulgence. She was now forty years old, but maintained a rigorous exercise routine, and was thus in fine shape. She smiled as she caught sight of me, and walked over to greet me as I came aboard.
“Good morning Sir. Lovely day.”
“Yes, Erica. How are you?”
“Fine, Sir, and you?”
“Fine too. Are the girls on board?”
“Yes, Sir. All of them.”
“Are they ready to go?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Okay then. Let’s not wait any further?”
“Certainly, Sir.”
She strode off towards the bridge, while I made my way slowly to the stern of my boat. Leaning over the railing, I looked down, and through the crystal clear water, was able to make out the shape of the two propellers that would power us out of the harbor and out into the open sea. Presently I heard Erica call out over the intercom that we were ready to depart, and I saw the two massive screws begin to rotate, churning up a wake as they did so. Slowly at first, and then more noticeably, we began to move out of the harbor.
I turned and went over to the bridge, and upon entering, saw Erica at the wheel. It was an innovative boat, and did not need too many people to manage. I approached Erica from behind and gave her a gentle squeeze on her buttocks. She jumped at first, but then laughed, turned around and gave me a hug. She had been in my arms before as well, and I quite liked having her there.
“Are we clear of the harbor, Captain?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“How many on board today?”
“Ten girls, the skipper, and you, Sir.”
“I’d like to see the girls. Till then, Erica.”
I left the bridge and went below deck, towards my boat’s engine room. My boat did have a normal engine of course, but I rarely used it. I didn’t like the noise it made. Besides, why waste fuel and run an engine when you can have ten women to turn the shafts with their power?
Chapter 2: Woman Power- The Engine Room
I opened the door and began to inspect my engine room. Ten women occupied it, five on each side of a wide aisle. They each sat on a small leather chair. Their hands were tied tightly over their heads with handcuffs to the ceiling. They were all stark naked, except for their panties so that they might sit more comfortably. Each woman turned with her feet a pair of pedals, like those found on a bicycle.
Those pedals were connected and geared together, and as the women turned them, it was their power that was rotating the propellers and propelling the Indulgence forward.
The women looked at me as I entered, and smiled. Each of them was pedaling at a rate that Erica determined, and that was displayed on a display at the front of the room, visible to everyone. Their bodies glistened with sweat as they worked away at their pedals, their naked breasts swinging from side to side.
Who were these women? They were all employees at my office. Cruises, such as the one we were on now, were once-in-a-month affairs. Each time, my personnel department would select ten women for powering the boat, and they had strict instructions to ensure that each woman employee was selected, seniority being no exception. And as one would expect, looking at the faces in front of me, I found a wide spectrum of ladies, holding a range of posts and designations in my company. While on the cruise, they were all equal though, and served in the same capacity, as my women galley slaves.
Whenever a woman had to serve in this capacity, she was paid of course, and the payment was equal to half her monthly salary as a bonus. So I was actually spending a lot of money behind the higher-paid senior employees, whenever the personnel department selected them.
I glanced to my left at a series of shelves cut into the wall, also in full view of the women. Those shelves contained a variety of…tools; tools that would come in handy if any of the women were naughty, or simply if I wanted to have a bit of fun with them. And of course, they would have fun too, because I cared a lot about my employees.
I walked over to the shelf and picked up a bamboo cane. As I inspected it, I heard a gasp escape from two women at the back. They were new, and had never been on a cruise before. These two were new employees, and I didn’t really know them by name yet. But the cruise ahead of us would give me plenty of time to do that.
I decided to meet my women starting from the front of the engine room. I walked over to the first seat on my left, which was marked “1”. Its occupant was someone I knew well. She was a senior employee. Her name was Madeline, Madeline Boxom.
Chapter 3: Madeline Boxom
Madeline Buxom had worked in my company for close to twenty years. She had started off as a trainee in the corporate services department, which took care of corporate clients. Her work had always been good, and she had risen to the position of manager of the department. Her performance as manager was equally impressive, and I had regular comments from our clients regarding her efficiency and dedication.
Like most of my female employees, I knew Madeline outside of work as well. She had visited my private chamber many times in the past, though the last time was almost two years back. As with Rita and more recently with Estella (see Rita’s One Mistake and Estella’s One Mistake) she too had been tied to the frame many a time for an exciting torture session.
She was 58 now, and nearing retirement, but I had plans to give her an extension when that time came. I walked closer to her with the cane in my hand. She stiffened slightly at my approach, but was not too uncomfortable.
“How are you Madeline? Good to have you here today.”
“Fine Sir. It’s great to be here again.”
I looked down at her breasts as they jiggled. They were bathed in sweat, and her brown areolas glistened as the light fell on them. Her dark brown nipples stood forth proudly, and I knew from the torture sessions with her that they were especially sensitive. Laying the cane across her thighs, I took her nipples between my fingers and pulled them towards me slightly. I heard her gasp, but then she smiled back at me, the pro she was.
“Madeline, are these two beauties complaining about all the exercise?”
“Not at all. But they are complaining about missing you. And your touch.”
“Really? How’s that?”
“It’s been a long time since you’ve tortured them. Two years, in fact.”
Madeline liked being tortured. In fact, she was the only woman I knew who would feel disappointed at the end of a torture session if I hadn’t lashed her with a whip.
“Well, what do you want me to do to them?”
“Torture them Sir, like you used to in the past. Tie me to that frame again, and take out your cat-of-nine-tails. Then stripe my two breasts this way and that with their strokes…”
The expression on her face was what one would expect from a woman really being whipped, and I knew that she was imagining a torture session in her mind.
“I don’t think you’d be able to take that kind of thing right now.”
She looked back at me, and I knew that I had hurt her pride.
“Now Madeline, don’t be angry. I know you’re angry now. Is there something I can do to make it better?”
“Yes. I want to show you that I can still take it. I want you to cane my nipples right here, right now.”
My member twitched at the thought.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes, very.” She replies.
“Okay, but only ten strokes, five to each, okay?”
She said nothing and only thrust her bosom out towards me for the blows.
I picked up the cane and took up position to cane her left nipple first.
Thwack!!! The first stroke landed over her left nipple and areola, making her sagging breast ripple from the blow.
“Aaaahhh!!!! One! Go on, I can take it!”
Thwack!!! The second stroke caned the underside of the nipple, pushing her breast upwards.
“Oooohhh!!! Two! Go on, more!”
Thwack!!!
“Ooowwww!!! Three! I can still take it. I want more”
Thwack!!!
“Aaaiiii!!!!! Four! More!”
Thwack!!!
“Eeeeeeeeeehhh!!! Five! Now the other one.”
I changed position for her right nipple. By now I was in the mood. I swung the cane backwards and brought it down with full force over her right nipple.
Thwack!!! Her breast bounced violently at the blow, and she yelped.
“Aaaaiiiiiiii!!!! One! Ohh!! More!”
Thwack!!! This time the tip of the cane flicked the top of her nipple.
“Aaaaaaarrghhhh!!!! Two. Go on, more!!”
I could see she was getting turned on too. I swung again.
Thwack!!!
“Oh God!! Aaaaaahhhh!!! Three! More!”
Thwack!!!
“Oooooooohhhhhh!!!! Lord!! Four! More!”
Thwack!!!
“Eeeeghhhh!!! Five….God….ohhhh..”
I looked at the elderly woman I had so savagely caned. Her face was flushed red, her breasts the same hue, yet there was a contented smile on her face. She knew she had proved herself still able to take it, and I knew she deserved a reward. I leaned forward, and locked lips with her gently as I massaged her throbbing nipples with my thumbs. She moaned in ecstasy.
“Madeline, I was wrong. You were right. You can still take it. Would you like to come over to my place…say this Thursday?”
She looked at me with a wide grin on her face.
“Certainly, Sir. I’d love to.”
And I knew she meant it.
Suddenly, Erica’s voice came over the intercom.
“All hands, full stop!”
The women all stopped pedaling. I pressed the intercom button and asked,
“Why’re we stopping, Erica?”
“It’s time for the initiation ceremony for two of the girls. Anna Beaumont and Patricia Carlyle. It’s their first cruise.”
I heard the other seasoned women smirk and guffaw while the two women seated at the back, the two who had gasped when I had picked up the cane, looked at each other wide terror-filled eyes.
The other women got out of their seats, and led the two first-timers above deck. I followed suit.
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