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ON THE WATER

Part 11

Laura and I were alone.  We had gone for a walk, needing a little time to
ourselves.

We were both naked, and had only brought along a blanket and a small bag of
essentials.

After walking silently for a while we had come across a small outcropping of
rock jutting out from the mountainside.  The view of the surrounding ocean
was fantastic so we decided to stop and rest.  I lay the blanket down and we
lay on it together.

Laura lay on her front, her arms folded under her head, her eyes closed as
her body absorbed the warmth of the sun, her golden hair falling into a
gentle pile beside her.

I lay next to her and carefully rubbed a vitamin cream onto her butt.  Ben
had assured me that this cream would help promote the healing process; it
was what he used on Amy after caning her.

Laura winced whenever I touched the brand new welt I had given her, but
otherwise didn't complain.  When I was done, I lay on my front as well and
we watched the water far below us.

"Beautiful, isn't it!" I said.

"Yes," Laura answered.

"It feels good, being here with you."  I turned my head toward my wife, but
she just stared out at the water.  "If someone had told me a year ago that
we would be lying nude next to each other on a tropical island, I would have
thought them crazy."

"There have been a lot of crazy things so far on this trip!" Laura
whispered.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah...just feeling the effects of the day I guess.  You guys have put us
though a lot today.  You don't have any idea what it takes out of us."  She
looked at me.  "Both emotionally and physically."

"Do you want to stop?"

"I just want...time to catch my breath that's all."

"Sure."

We watched the sea birds do their thing for a while.

"Donald, can we talk now, seriously?"

"Alright," I said, concerned about what was on her mind.

"I want to talk about you and Amy."

"Okay," I said with reservations.

"You DO want her, don't you?"

"And if I do?"

"Please Donald, don't play those verbal games with me.  I need you to be
honest!"

"Very well, I do want to spend some very intimate time with her, but not
without Ben's permission, her permission, and most importantly YOUR
permission."

Laura watched my face, searching for something.  Then her eyes glanced down
my body.  "You don't have any sun block on, do you?  You'll burn under this
sun!"  She got up and got a tube of sunscreen out of the small bag we had
brought.  She straddled my thighs and began rubbing the cream into me.

I knew she was using this as a distraction while she thought about what I
said.  She knew perfectly well that I rarely needed sun block, having been
blessed with a skin that always tanned well.  Her position behind me also
prevented me from seeing her face.

So I just lay there and enjoyed the feelings of her hands on my skin, her
bare thighs at my sides, and the occasional brushing of her sex against my
butt.  And as I lay, I waited.

"Does Ben know?" she eventually asked.

"About me and Amy?  Yes, he does."

"And?"

"We have an agreement.  We're not going to take that step yet."

"Oh."

"But, he did express similar thoughts about you!"

"He did?"  Laura paused, then resumed her rub down.  She was working a
little harder and longer than was needed simply to apply sunscreen.  "What
did he say?"

"Now that would be telling," I said with a smile.

"Asshole," she said, giving my ass a spank.

"Hey!"  I said.

"Sorry, but you can be a real pig sometimes.  I'm trying to have a serious
conversation here."

"Well, there are some things we aren't going to talk about, Laura, such as
what Ben and I talk about in private.  There are some things that I don't
think you need to know yet."

"This is no way to run a marriage, Donald; aren't we supposed to share with
each other?"

"In a normal marriage yes, but you knew before we got married that the rules
were going to be different.  Wasn't that the whole idea?"

"I don't know...not knowing has me frightened."

I turned over, lying on my back to face her.  She remained straddled across
my thighs, her legs wide and open, her head bowed.  She looked quite
beautiful but my mind was more on our conversation.

"What frightens you?" I asked gently.

"Lots of things," she said after a pause.

"Such as?"

"What you said about Ben, what you said about Amy, what you said about
getting a cane, and what THAT will mean to our relationship.  When
you...when we take that step...it won't be a game anymore, will it!"

"Nothing will stop us from having fun, Babe," I said slowly.

"Sure.  But behind it all, will be that little brown stick sitting in a
corner somewhere, just waiting.  I know that I'll not be able to forget that
it's there."

I chose my next words with care, for I could feel her trembling despite the
warmth of the sun.  She was truly affected by this.  "Tell me now, Laura.
Do you really, deep down, want me to forget about bringing a cane into our
lives, and all the additional discipline that comes with it?"

Laura looked up at me, her blue eyes moist, her expression worried.  She
stared at me for a moment before answering.

"No, I want you to get that cane, I want you to keep it sitting in a corner,
I want you to keep it handy for use, I want all the rules and the discipline
and everything else that comes with having a cane in the house.  I want it
all!  But...what I'm afraid of, is that when it comes down to you using it
on me, seriously using it on me, I'm scared that I'm going to like it!"

Ben had warned me about this, so had Amy.  Amy especially since she and
Laura were much alike in many ways.  Both had a masochistic streak a mile
wide.

Ben had managed to find the far side of Amy's, but it looked like I had yet
to do the same for Laura.  It was something I needed to do.

"How do you feel now, about your being caned this afternoon?" I asked.

"Now?  Sore; I can't move without it hurting."

"No...how do you FEEL?"

Laura stared at me, her mouth open as if to speak.  I could almost see the
thoughts behind those intelligent eyes of hers.  There were times when she
really acted like the dumb blonde people took her for, but most of the time,
I felt she was outthinking all of us.

She closed her mouth, then her eyes.  "Touch me," she said.

"What?"

"Touch me, please."

Slowly I raised a hand and reached out to her.  I touched her stomach and
let my hand drift downward.  My fingers slipped through her pubic hair, hair
she kept trimmed but which I vowed to have her remove sometime, and caressed
her slit.

It was warm, and moist.  Her clitoris was raised slightly, its hood drawn
back a little to give it some exposure.  I easily slipped a finger into her,
drawing a quiet moan from her.

I pulled out; it was all the answer I needed.

"It wasn't enough, was it?"  I said flatly.

Laura opened her eyes, her focus on the ocean.  "No.  But you only hit me
once," she whispered.

"Well," I said grimly, "I won't make that mistake again!"

Laura shuddered, then to my surprise she leaned forward and kissed me.
"Thank you," she said.

We didn't say much after that until the walk back to the campsite.  We
walked hand in hand, Laura carrying the bag while I carried the blanket.

"About you and Amy?" Laura said suddenly.

"What?"

"I take it that this afternoon, everything that happened to me while I was
blindfolded was you?"

"Maybe."

Laura shot me a dark look for a second.  "I could still use my safe word,
you know, and spoil your games."

"You could, but I don't think you will.  You want to see where this goes as
much as I do.  Now YOU be honest with me!  When Ben was giving you that rub
down, didn't you WANT him to take it further?"  I asked her.

"I...I would have had sex with anyone at that point, I was so worked up."

"Bullshit, Laura.  Don't lie to me."  I stopped walking, which forced Laura
to stop and turn to me.  "Lying isn't an option for you any longer."

"Alright.  Yes, I...would not have minded if Ben had decided to have sex
with me right then.  But that was then, when I was so juiced up I couldn't t
hink straight!"

"And now?"

"Well, since we're doing the strictly honest routine now, I'll tell you that
I don't know!"

"Calm down, Laura," I said; she was getting agitated and little belligerent.

"Well, you asked!"

"That I did."

"My turn now.  Did it feel good running your hands all over that woman?"
She was beginning to sound angry.

"Jealous, are we?" I said calmly.

"Answer me, dammit!  Why can't you just answer a simple question with a
simple answer!"

"Maybe it's because of the way you're asking!" I said, feeling my own temper
rise.

"Oh I AM sorry!  Your little slave girl is SO sorry for acting like a
regular human being.  Could this slave girl's kind and loving Master PLEASE
tell this pitiful wretch how it felt to have his hands all over her best
friend while SHE WATCHED...!"

Laura had taken my arm and adopted a singsong sarcastic quality to her
voice, mocking the hell out of me.

I have this flash fast temper, something I can usually control.  But at this
moment, with this subject, and with this kind of prodding, it came upon me
faster than I could handle.  I slapped her across the face, stopping her
verbal tirade dead.

She looked at me with wide eyes and a wider mouth, then she let go of me and
walked away.  She walked toward a fallen log and sat on it, jumping up with
a curse and dropping to her knees.  She didn't look at me.

"I'm sorry," I said, very much regretting my physical outburst.

"That's okay, Sir!  You have a perfect right to hit me if you want, after
all I'm only your property, not a human being anymore!"

"What has got INTO you, so sudden?" I asked, getting frustrated and not a
little scared.

"Nothing that you would be interested in," she replied.

"Well that's enough!  You want to play the slave girl routine with me,
that's fine!  Come here!"

"Make me."

"COME HERE!" I yelled.

She turned.  One look at my face and I know she saw I wasn't kidding
anymore.  I was angry and to me this was a game no longer.

"NOW!" I yelled.

With a scared look on her face, she stood up.

"CRAWL!"

She dropped back to her knees and crawled across the damp jungle floor
toward me, stopping at my feet.  She resumed her kneeling position, the
position I demand of her while in total slave mode.  Hands behind her head,
her elbows back, her back straight and her knees spread, her eyes looking
straight down.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH YOU, WOMAN?" I yelled.

Laura jumped.  She mumbled something I couldn't catch.

"Speak up!" I said a little quieter.  I figured I had her attention now.

"You're right, I am jealous," she said in a small voice.

I leaned close.  "You don't have to be jealous, Babe.  If it affects you
this much, I'll just back off.  The four of us can still have a great time
together without us all sleeping with each other.  It's okay!"

"No...you're wrong," she said.  I could tell she wanted to look me in the
face, but I had scared her into reverting to the training we had so lovingly
developed over the past year.

"I'm not wrong, we'll be fine!"

"I wasn't talking about that.  I was talking about you and Amy."

"What?" I asked, suddenly very puzzled.

"I wasn't talking about my being jealous of Amy being with you, but of you
being with her!"

"What?" I asked again, totally stunned.

"When...when you had your hands on her earlier, I wasn't angry at you.
She's beautiful and you're just a guy.  Besides, I really do trust you.  I
know you won't do anything.  If you HAD done anything, it would have been
like raping her, 'cos I know she isn't ready for that, and I think you know
that too.

"What I was angry at was the fact that I wasn't the one touching her, that
you were keeping me from her.  I was jealous of you being able to touch her
while I couldn't!"

"Are you in love with her?"  I asked her after a moment.

"No...maybe...more in lust than in love I think.  But we connect, you know?"

"Like last night?  On the boat?"

Laura blushed.  "Yeah, like on the boat."

"Will you tell me what went on between you two?"

"Will you make me, Sir?"  This time it wasn't a challenge.  It was a plea
for privacy.  Ben and I had never interfered with the private chats and
letters between the two women, although there were a couple of times we
wished we had.  We had always respected their privacy.  We figured that the
ability to talk together about their submissive roles helped them both to
cope with our unusual lifestyles.

"No.  I won't make you.  But I do want to understand," I said.

"So do I, Sir."

I sighed and looked around.  The sun was getting low in the sky.

"Your behavior just now was abominable," I told her.

"Yes, Sir."

"But then so was mine, and I can't punish yours without punishing mine."

"I drove you to it, Sir.  You...hit me because I deliberately made you mad."

I was still angry to be honest, I don't calm quickly.

"Very well.  Up on your knees!"  She had been sitting back on her ankles.
At my command, she raised herself to an upright kneeling position.

"Now, don't move.  I'll be back for you eventually, and I might watch you
for a bit before revealing myself, so you had better be in this position
when I get back!"

"You're leaving me, Don!"

"Yes, so shut up and wait for me."  I picked up the bag and blanket, which
we had dropped, and continued to walk down the trail we had been following.
I looked behind me to see her still kneeling in position and I knew that she
had to be fighting with herself over whether or not to watch me leave.

I did not want to cane her over her behavior; there were too many emotional
variables involved, for both of us.  But I had nothing against giving her a
good scare for talking to me the way she had.  I figured alone and naked in
the jungle would scare her enough.  I only wished I had some rope with me so
I could have tethered her to a tree or something.

Still, this would give me a chance to see just how much she took my commands
to heart.  Was my will as binding to her as the chain and ropes we normally
used?

I continued on, walking for perhaps another twenty minutes or more before
coming to the campsite.

Ben was crouched next to a campfire he had built.  He had on shorts and a
shirt, and it was only then that I noticed that as the sun was going down,
it was getting chilly out.

Amy I saw was otherwise engaged.  Ben had put her in a hog tie and she
looked like she was having fun trying to get out.  I could see her wriggling
on the sand about twenty feet away from the fire.

Without a word, I dropped the stuff I carried and headed to our tent.  I
pulled out some clothes and got dressed.

"Where's Laura?"  Ben asked me.

I pointed in her general direction.

"What happened?"

Yeah, what DID happen?

"Ben, I'd rather not talk about right now," I said.

"Okay, but you're not leaving her out there all night are you?"

"No," I said, digging in the bag of bondage toys.  I found what I was
looking for, a leash and a gag, and pulled them out.  "I'm going to go get
her now!"

"Okay," said Ben cautiously.  "But you seem a little angry to me right now.
Don, are you sure you should be seeing her like this?"

I stopped.  Yes I was angry, a low level anger I couldn't get rid of.  Anger
that had no focus, it just was.  I needed time to cool down properly.

"I'll send Amy to get her," Ben said, standing up.

I nodded.

Ben went over to Amy who had stopped wriggling when she heard us talking.
She waited patiently while Ben undid the ropes that bound her and the chain
that kept her in the campsite, before crawling on all fours to the fire.

"Amy.  I want you to go get Laura, she should be somewhere on the east
trail?" Ben looked at me.  I nodded.  "You can walk until you get her back,"
he continued.

"Yes, Sir," Amy said, standing up.

I held out the leash and gag.  "Amy.  You gag her the moment you find her,
and put the leash on her.  You don't talk to her, she doesn't talk to you.
She crawls back on her hands and knees, and you WILL report any reluctance
on her part to obey those instructions.  Am I clear?"

It was obvious from her expression that Amy had caught on to my anger as
well.  "Yes, Sir."  She took the offered items and hurried off out of the
clearing.

"Don?" Ben said, watching me.

"Not now, Ben.  Please."  I wanted to think.

Ben pulled a beer from the cooler and tossed it to me.

"Remember, Don, the person before the process."

Yeah, I thought, but it was so much simpler the other way round.

--==*==--

An hour later Amy appeared in the clearing with Laura in tow.  Laura was on
her hands and knees and Amy dropped down to join her.  The couple crawled
over to where we were cooking steaks over the fire, neither of them looking
happy.  When they stopped and assumed their kneeling position, I saw a small
cut on Laura's thigh.

"How did that happen?" I asked, pointing at the cut.

"A stick, Sir," Amy said.

"We should dress that up," Ben said, heading for his tent where our first
aid kit was packed.

I watched Laura.  She looked down, her long blond hair stuck to her back or
lying on the ground, dirty.  Her knees and lower legs were a mess as were
her hands.  She looked tired and miserable.

Ben came back with the first aid kit.  "Amy, why don't you take care of
her?" he said, with a glance in my direction.

"Wait," I said.  "I think she could use a bath too, especially her hair.
You can take her gag out and pamper her for a while, talk among yourselves
quietly if you like."

"Yes, Sir," Amy said, looking a little puzzled.

"Laura?" I said.  My wife glanced up at me to see me smiling softly.  "It's
okay, Laura.  Total Slave day is over, for both of you.  Let's enjoy the
evening, like...human beings."

Laura's sad expression brightened a little behind her gag, and I watched as
Amy led her away to the far side of the pool.

"You ready to talk now?" Ben asked.

"Women!" I said with a smile, not wanting to return to the subject.

Ben nodded.  "Yes, I understand."

Part 12

That evening, as we ate our grilled steaks, we were normal people again,
well, as normal as we could be with our ladies naked while Ben and I were
dressed.

The women weren't cold though, even though the night air did cool down a lot
more than I thought it could.  Amy and Laura got to snuggle with us under
blankets, and if you didn't know it already, you really couldn't tell they
were nude.

They were also bound too, not because they were our slave girls, but simply
because they wanted to be.

Both were in loose hog-ties, and I watched them exchange secret glances as
Ben and I fed them by hand and generally pampered them.

Laura and I lay together, our backs against a log Ben and I had pulled up to
the fire.  We were fine now, all bad feelings from our fight gone, or at
least forgiven.  Snuggled together it all seemed so long ago.

I loved her, she loved me, and that in the end was what mattered.

Isn't that the way it's supposed to go?

So with our best friends we sat and told ghost stories into the night while
I slowly caressed my wife under the blanket, feeling her pull every once in
awhile at her bonds and shift around because of the welt on her ass.

Another perfect moment.

Ben and Amy excused themselves first, Ben untying Amy and leading her off to
their tent.

Once they were gone, I got up and took off my clothes before picking Laura
up and carrying her into the pool.

With her still in her hog-tie, we made quiet love in the water, her buoyancy
making it simple despite her bondage.

We spoke little except to talk of our love, and soon after I carried her to
our tent where we fell asleep with her still bound.

--==*==--

The next morning Amy appeared at the tent opening and I watched with one eye
as she crawled in to untie my wife.

"Time for morning duties," Amy said when she woke Laura up.

"What?  But we aren't on the boat!"  Laura said sleepily.

"Ben says it doesn't matter.  We still have to cook breakfast and then go
down to the boat to clean."

"Oh God!"

Amy giggled and helped Laura out of the tent, her arms and legs certainly
stiff after so much time bound the way they were.

I closed my eyes and thought pleasant thoughts about both women until my
bladder forced me to exit the tent myself.

When I came out, I found Ben alone, sitting near the fire.

"The ladies gone?" I asked, and he nodded.  He was eating some fruit.

I did my business and then jumped into the pool for a swim, after which I
got my toiletries and completed that routine too.

Ben waited until I had dressed and joined him before talking to me.

"So, want to talk about it now?" he asked.

"Oh...Laura just had some feelings to express, that's all."

"And you?"

"Me?  Well the way she chose to express them was not the best.  But we're
fine now."

Ben gave me a studied look.  "Was it about what we did to them yesterday?"

"Yeah, but it isn't what you think, or what I thought, either.  Let's just
say it concerns Laura and Amy more than Laura and us."

Ben shrugged.  "I guess I'll have to accept that.  Grab something to eat and
we'll head down to the boat.  I want to check the weather."

I picked at the food the women had prepared, not really hungry, and looked
at the sky.  It was overcast, a bank of cloud having moved in overnight.

It was warm enough, but not as hot as the day before.  I wondered how the
women felt being nude on the boat.

I went to the edge of the clearing and looked down to where the 'Kajira' lay
at anchor.  I could see two brown figures on their hands and knees, Laura
very identifiable because of her hair.  God, I love her.

"You ready?" Ben said, grinning at the view with me.

I nodded and we left.

--==*==--

The women had taken the rowboat across, but that was okay, the 'Kajira'
wasn't far out and we were easily able to swim.

We surprised the women just as they were getting done, Amy having put the
hobbles and chain on both of them when they came on board, and I watched
them finish while Ben went below to check the radios.

Laura's butt had a dark line across it, blue black in color.  It didn't look
attractive to me and I imagined that it was as sore as hell.  Amy had two
matching stripes that differed only in coloring from the welts laid on her a
few days ago.

I felt sorry for Amy having to undergo two canings within a few days of each
other.  But it had been my wife's first time, and it was her I was concerned
with.

But as I watched her I realized something, I could do it again.  Caning no
longer held the horror it once had.

It would have to be for the right reasons though.

I think Laura's confession to me yesterday helped me come to that
realization.

She was ready, and now so was I.

The women finished their cleaning and waited in position on the foredeck.  I
waited for Ben, who eventually came back out.

"We'll be fine.  The clouds will clear off later," he told me.  Then he
proceeded to inspect his boat, giving it the white glove treatment.

"There's water in the port locker.  I want it drained and wiped dry!  Go!"
he called out.

With smiles on their faces, the women jumped to his command.

--==*==--

This day was a lot more relaxing, nothing really planned except for the
women's regular cleaning duties.

Laura and I explored the island some more; I led her around on a leash, her
hands bound behind her.

We swam, sun bathed and generally relaxed.  Enjoying our time.

It was when we were laying on a large rock slightly off shore, the spray of
the waves crashing against it keeping us cool in the hot sun, that Laura
began to talk.

She kept her voice low, just barely audible over the sound of the ocean, and
not once did she look at me or even move.

As she talked I listened silently, not wanting to disturb her train of
thought or do anything to stop this unannounced recitation.

--==*==--

"I guess this thing between Amy and me had been a long time coming," she
said.  "For months now we have been exchanging fantasies about each other.
Often when you and I played, Don, I would close my eyes and imagine it was
Amy welding the whip or pulling tightly on my ropes.

"It had all been just harmless fun.

"Then you guys came to us with this plan to get together, and suddenly
things were different.  How could we continue to play knowing that we might
get a chance to do it for real?

"There was even a possibility that we might get forced into an intimate
position, and, knowing you guys, we were right about that, weren't we?

"Amy and I avoided the subject for a while, but as the trip grew closer, the
fact that there was a chance for us to become intimately involved grew more
and more real.

"You know how we feel about each other!  Amy and I have been able to share
things with each other that we could never have shared with you guys, some
of it you would never have understood, not being submissives.

"We are both so grateful that you let us have our privacy.  Without it, I
don't think Amy and I would have become the friends we are!

"So, we talked, made no firm decisions, and then we met.

"We both knew right away that given the chance we would try to see...to find
out, if Amy and I could take our relationship to a physical level as well as
a mental one.

"That time you tied us together, we discovered that the close contact you
forced on us didn't frighten or disgust us in the least.  So, we waited, and
hoped, and then came your contest.

"I may get into trouble for telling you this, but it never really mattered
to us who won.  We just said what we said to make it more interesting for
you.  We thought you guys would be more likely to go for our idea if you
thought one of us would become submissive to the other.

"It did surprise and frighten us when Ben threatened us with the cane, and
Amy didn't like the way that turned out, but when you left us alone in the
cabin, it really didn't matter."

She paused for a time.

"To tell you what we did in that cabin...that's hard.

"I know we've both given voice to and explored each other's deepest
fantasies.  But this, being real, is so very different.

"How can I tell you what Amy and I did alone together without it sounding
crude or one-dimensional?  Our physical acts were only the surface, we
shared more than that.

"I could tell you how at first I DID take control, tying Amy down to the
bed, open for anything I cared to try.  I could tell you how I used the
small cat-o-nine tails I found in there, to shock and stimulate Amy, to
bring her to arousal.

"I could even tell you how I used my own tongue, yes the tongue I have
kissed you with, pushed into your mouth many times since then.  Does it
excite you to know that my tongue has also been inside that woman, that I
used it to tease and torment her and at last bring her to orgasm?

"Does it?

"What if I told you that my tongue was not the only part of me to have had
intimate contact with both her and you lately?  What if I told you that her
tongue has been where only you have been before, that your penis has since
grazed and stimulated the same flesh where Amy has been?  My nipples, when
you suck on them, did you know that Amy's lips have been there too, that as
I lay bound beneath her she used her own body to pleasure mine after first
using that same whip on me?

"Every time you caress me, you will have caressed flesh that she has done,
and as my hands caress you, think how they have traveled over her skin.

"But then your hands have done that too, haven't they?

"I watched as you caressed her, those fingers of yours exploring every
intimate place on her body.  It drove me mad because I could still feel her
under my own hands, still taste her on my tongue, yet at the same time I was
denied her.

"And when Ben came to me, those hands of his so filled with knowledge of the
helpless woman lying next to me, that huge dick hovering near my face that
had caressed Amy's inner core a thousand times, I wanted to scream.

"Yes, I would have let Ben fuck me.  I was ready then to experience what Amy
had experienced, and I realize now that I shouldn't be jealous of you being
with her, I shouldn't feel selfish about her at all.  I want her to share my
joys, my pleasures; and you my darling are my greatest pleasure, my fondest
joy."

--==*==--

Laura rolled over on the bare rock, her golden back towards me.  She stayed
that way for a moment, and I remained silent, thinking about the things she
had said, and wondering what she was going to say next.

"Don.  I guess what I'm trying to say is, that if you and Amy both want to
explore your own...both want to fuck.  Then you don't have to worry about
me."  She rolled to face me, her expression about as serious as I had ever
seen it.  "But promise me, Don, promise me.  Don't leave me out.  I don't
mean that I want to be there in the room with you, at least not at first,"
she said with a slight grin, "but share with me your feelings and thoughts,
let us both enjoy our affections for Amy together.  Will you promise me?"

"What about Ben?" I asked her quietly.  "You tell me that you don't mind if
Amy and I ever get together, but what if I ask...no, tell you to become
fully intimate with Ben?  Would you?"

"In a heart beat," Laura said with a smile.  "Getting to know Amy means
getting to know all that she loves, and that includes Big Ben whom you know
I care for deeply too."  She chuckled.  "It also helps that the man is a
hunk and hung to boot!"

Her smile was infectious and I had to laugh at her comment.  "Oh, you think
he's hung, huh?"

"Darling Don, the man is a horse!" giggled my wife.

"But not bigger than me!" I said with mock indignation.

"Sweety, you don't hold a candle to him, and if you did, yours would be one
of those little birthday candles!"

"Grrrrr...them's fighting words, missy!"

"Oh no!  What have I done?" Laura opened her eyes wide and put her hand in
front of her mouth, the picture of innocence.  I could see that she was
stifling her laughter.

Well, so was I!

"You have cut me to the quick with your remarks!" I said with a growl.

Laura looked down at me.  "Well, I see that I might have been a little
mistaken about your endowment...yes...the longer I look, the more mistaken I
get!"

"Perhaps you should take a personal measurement to be sure!" I told her.

"Hmmm...yes...although it's hard to measure such a moving object.  Still,
you do have a way to go before that hunky man across the island could feel
insecure."

I leaned over and pushed my wife onto her back.  "Didn't anyone ever tell
you that it isn't the size of the wand but the magic in it!"

"Then husband of mine, please cast your spell over me one more time!" she
replied, and I bent low to comply.

--==*==--

We were walking along the beach on the way back to the campsite, Laura back
on her leash with her hands bound behind her, when the question occurred to
me.

Our love making on the rock had been special, and we both still glowed from
the intensity of it.  Naturally, my thoughts drifted toward what sparked
that lovemaking.

"There's one thing I'm still not clear about," I said.

"What is that, Sir?" asked Laura, who for some reason had drifted into one
of her more submissive states since we made love.  She kept her eyes
lowered, a soft smile on her face.

"When Ben and I found you later that night, you and Amy were locked up
together with a fair amount of bondage.  Can you tell me at least how that
came about?"

Laura giggled.  "Well, I guess I could.  Amy started it by hand cuffing one
of my arms to one of her ankles, so I grabbed a pair of handcuffs and did
the same to her.  It became a game where we would see who could reach the
box of cuffs and chains and lock them on the other one first.

Soon the both of us were having a hard time moving at all and we just lay
against each other, laughing.  Amy laughed harder than I did though, and I
had to ask her what was so funny.

That's when she told me that we couldn't get out of the locks and cuffs,
since we didn't have any keys!"

I chuckled.  "I see."

"I got the last laugh though," Laura said proudly.

"Why?"

"Well, we ended up with her arms pointed and held in two widely different
directions.  My left hand was down by one of her ankles, but my right hand
was trapped right by her...groin.  I was able to use my fingers on her and
she couldn't do anything about it.  We...er...stopped when you knocked on
the door and I can't believe we both had the same idea to pretend to be
asleep.  When Ben came back in for his stuff, he almost surprised us, and if
he had looked closely, he would have seen that my fingers were almost
entirely inside Amy.  God, I don't know how she held still!

"But when we were alone again I made her cum a couple more times before we
fell asleep."

"Hmmm...I don't know if I should let you go unpunished for fooling us like
that," I said, pretending to be serious.

Laura's smiling expression fell.

I changed direction and headed for a tree stump.  Sitting down, I pulled at
Laura's leash until she knelt beside me.

"Please Sir!" she whispered.

I dragged her over my lap, her ass now high and unprotected.  The dark line
of her caning looked raised and still quite painful.  To be spanked right
now would be torture.

"You know I had to sleep alone that night, and I hate to sleep alone," I
said to her.

"Yes, Sir," Laura whispered.

"And to torture your friend like that without giving her the opportunity to
get back at you...well, that isn't fair either is it?"

"No, Sir."

"So...I guess I'll have to do it for her!"  I plunged my fingers into
Laura's well used pussy, still very wet and aroused despite, or maybe
because of all our love making today.

She moaned as my fingers made contact, and wriggled on my hips.

With a well-practiced motion, I kneaded her labia and pinched at her
clitoris until Laura stiffened and rocked hard against my lap.  I kept up my
stimulation until she orgasmed again, only removing my hand when I felt she
was truly done.

She slid off my lap back onto her knees, and I let her tongue clean my hand
of her juices.

"Let that be a lesson to you!" I told her with a scowl that was only
betrayed by the smile in my eyes.

Laura looked up at me and I could see the smile in her eyes as she struggled
to maintain the tone I had set.

"Your slave will remember this lesson well, Master!" she said.

I had no doubts that she would!

Part 13

At sea again the next morning, the 'Kajira' plowed through three-foot swells
on our way to our next stop.

We had left at first light, dismantling the camp the night before and moving
everything back to the boat.  This time the women helped carry things, as we
loaded them up like packhorses.  With their hands bound and their heads
bridled, it was hard to think of any other practical use for them.

I have to say that my nude wife loaded down with camping gear beats the
sight of a mule doing the same job hands down!

The night passed with some interesting party games and a lot of sleep, and
then we were on our way.

It was going to be an all day sail, for we were heading to the island where
Desmond Kopachi had a villa, the site of the party the corpulent Leo had
told us about.

The party would already have started by the time we got there, but Ben was
confident that we wouldn't miss much of it.  He had spent part of the night
after we had put the women to bed early working on his charts, and he
assured me that barring accidents and bad weather, we would make it before
sun down.

So here we were, at full sail, heading to a place where Laura and I would
find more people involved in the BDSM lifestyle than we ever thought we
would ever meet.

It was frightening and at the same time liberating.  Laura and I would be
able to walk around these people without having to hide our kink from them,
something we couldn't do at home.  Our only inhibitions would be our
personal comforts.

To be honest, I wasn't too worried about that, but I was curious as to what
the ladies had bought to wear to this party.  I guess I would be finding out
soon enough.

Right now, I sat at the helm next to Ben, who was concentrating on the wind
and our course.  Up ahead, Amy and Laura struggled to finish their above
deck duties before heading below to tackle the below deck ones.

Ben had ordered all chores to be completed before they could get ready for
the party, and the women had opted to complete everything in one go.

Fine by me!

Lunch, when it came, was sandwiches and milk that the girls brought up to
us.  Ben and I were switching turns at the wheel, so we ate up there.  Amy
and Laura ate with us, kneeling on the deck and letting us feed them by
hand.

"Everything done?" Ben asked them when we were all finished.

"Yes, Sir.  All the cleaning is done!" Amy replied.

Ben nodded and left me at the helm as he did his inspection.

He came up from below with a short list of things he had found wrong and the
women jumped to action in their short hobbles to fix them before returning.

"Okay, nap time!" he said when they were once more kneeling in front of us.

"But you said we could start getting ready for the party!"  Laura whined.

"That I did, and a nap is a part of getting ready.  Believe me, you'll
appreciate the chance to rest."

"Okay," Laura said glumly.

"Yes, Sir," Amy added.

"Laura!" I said from my place at the wheel.  She looked over at me and
smiled.  "Laura, I expect you to treat Ben with a little more respect than
that.  At least call him 'Sir' once in a while."

Laura's smile faded a little and she turned to Ben.  "I'm sorry, Sir, I
didn't mean to offend you."

Ben looked back at me and winked before turning back to Laura.  "Well I
can't say I'm not disappointed in you, Laura.  I expected more from you,
especially after tasting the cane."

"I'm sorry, Sir," she said, casting her eyes down.  I watched her shift from
a normal kneeling position toward her Total Slave position.  I wondered if
she was aware she was doing it.  I glanced at Amy who watched the drama with
bright eyes and a small smile.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it any more, Laura," Ben went on.  "Now that you
and Don have agreed to bring the cane into your lives, you are going to have
to watch that casual attitude of yours.  Leo is right, you know; as
beautiful as you are, your discipline still needs work!"

"Yes, Sir," Laura replied, all trace of her smile now gone.  Her knees had
slid apart some more, and while she hadn't placed her hands behind her neck,
she had moved them to the outside of her thighs.  I could also see that her
nipples had become erect...the little slave girl was enjoying this!

Ben walked the bouncing deck over to the built in seat on the far side of
the transom and sat down.  "Come here, Laura!" he ordered.

Laura crawled over to him on her hands and knees, her feet still locked
together in the one-foot hobble, her lovely breasts hanging down the way I
love them to.  She resumed her kneeling position at his feet, this time
bringing her hands up behind her head.

"On my lap, face down," ordered our Captain.

This must have surprised Laura, for she glanced up at him for a second.  His
request could only mean one thing to her, that he was going to spank her.  I
knew for a fact that her bottom was still quite tender from her caning; it
was something she was aware of each time she moved.

To Laura's credit though, she didn't look over at me or hesitate; she knew
that both those moves might cost her extra.  Instead, she stood up and lay
down over Ben's lap, her hands still tight to the back of her neck.

Ben and I had both dressed in shorts and shirts today, and with Laura draped
over him, you couldn't see Ben's shorts at all.

"Five spanks should do it, I think, considering the welt I see upon your
ass," Ben said, a serious look on his face.

"Yes, Sir," Laura said.  I could barely hear her in that position over the
wind and the sound of the boat cutting through the water.

"Count them," Ben said.

"Yes, Sir," replied my wife and I saw her take a deep breath.

Ben sat and waited patiently for her to let her breath out before striking
her buttocks with his hand.  It wasn't a hard strike, not much more than
just letting his hand drop.  But Laura jerked and yelped as the tender welt
across her rear cheeks caught the full force of the impact.

She bit her lip and sniffed.

"Guess that one doesn't count," Ben said after giving her a moment.

"No!  I mean, Yes!  I mean...One, Sir!" Laura said in a panic.

"You have to learn how to follow directions.  We'll start again," Ben told
her.  He raised his hand and struck her again, a little harder.

Laura yelped again.  "One, Sir!"

Ben continued, at a slow and steady pace, and each time Laura screamed a
little louder.

"Two, Sir...Three, Sir...Ow!  Four, Sir!...Five...Sir!"

He let her catch her breath after the last one and then told her to get off,
which she did sliding back down to her knees.  I noticed that she didn't sit
all the way back on her ass this time.

"Now.  What time is it?" Ben asked her.

"Nap time, Sir," Laura said.

"What time is it, Amy?" Ben called out.

"Nap time, Sir!" Amy replied.  She had knelt in place though the whole
thing, her hands on the tops of her thighs.  She probably didn't know I
could see this from my vantage point at the helm, but I saw that while Laura
was getting spanked that she had let one of her thumbs slowly caress the
inside of one of her thighs.  It was obvious that she had been turned on by
the display, although her smaller nipples gave less away.

"Go to our cabin, the both of you," Ben said.  "Amy, I want you both in
sleeping position D, I'll be down to check on you shortly."

"Yes, Sir," Amy said and she got up to head below.

Laura got up too, and I called her over before she reached the hatch.

"Yes, Sir?" she asked me, waddling over in her hobble.  I could see that she
was fighting the urge to rub her behind.  I could also see that her nipples
were standing out quite well.  I waved her close and checked the weather
between her legs; apparently it was the wet season, just as I thought.

Laura blushed as I ran my finger through her light pubic hair.  I chuckled.
"You little pain slut," I said quietly.  "Go on!"

Laura smiled and followed Amy below.

"She'll get it," Ben said with a smile.

"Position D?" I laughed.  Ben and his sleeping positions.

Over time, Ben has developed a wide range of sleeping bondage positions for
poor Amy, enough to assign each of them a letter of the alphabet.  He made
her learn them all by heart, and ever since, Amy usually spends the night
sleeping in one of them.  He had sent me a copy of the entire list once, and
I saw that the positions ran from simple bondage like her just having a set
of cuffs on, to extreme bondage like her being suspended from the ceiling in
a hog-tie upside down.

Half the positions were ones Amy could get into herself, while the other
half definitely needed the help of a second pair of hands.  Almost all were
one-way bondage's.  That is, once in, Amy would not be getting out without
help.

Their position on the alphabet had no relation to how severe or benign each
position was, it was all totally random.

Quite often they would use chance to decide how Amy was to spend the night.
They would pick Scrabble letters out of a bag!

"Something simple," Ben said.  "It should let them sleep and also keep them
from each other."

"Laura told me a little of what happened the last time we let them sleep
together," I said to him.

Ben nodded.  "Yeah, Amy has mentioned a few things to me too."

"You okay with that?" I asked him.

"Yeah.  I'm okay.  I'll take the wheel for a while; why don't you go make
sure they're secure and go take a catnap yourself.  I think we'll be up late
tonight."

"Yes, Captain!" I said, throwing him a mock salute.

Ben chuckled.  "I see Laura isn't the only one I'll have discipline problems
with!"

"Hey now!" I answered.  "Don't think you're going to get ME across your
knee!"

Ben laughed.  "Nah, I'll have Amy do it!"

I laughed and went below.

I stopped at the door of the forward cabin and opened it suddenly, making
the women on the bed jump.

Both were lying on their backs, which must have been uncomfortable for their
recently striped buttocks.  Their hobbles were still on and chained to rings
at the bottom of the bed, their wrist cuffs were chained over their heads to
the head of the bed, and they wore blindfolds.

"I'm just checking to make sure you're secure," I said, smiling at the two
beauties before me.

"Yes, Sir," they both said.

I walked around the bed to my wife and leaned over, giving her a nice long
kiss on the lips while I let my fingers roam over her helpless body for a
moment.  She squirmed under my touch in a most delightful manner.

"Thank you, Sir," she said with a smile when I pulled away.

"My pleasure," I answered.

I looked at Amy for a moment and then walked around to her side of the bed.

I leaned forward and kissed her too, letting my hands roam over her naked
body as well.  She wriggled under my fingers, and after a moment's
hesitation, returned my kiss.

I broke the kiss and stood up.

"Thank you, Sir," she said, copying my wife.

"Also, my pleasure," I replied, watching my wife who still held her smile on
her face.

"Of course, your pleasure counts first!" Amy said with a small smile.

It was an odd statement; don't ask me why I thought so.  Something about it
brought down my mood a little bit.

"Get some sleep, you two, we'll let you up in a few hours.  No talking," I
ordered as I headed out the door.

I went back to our cabin and set the alarm on my watch to wake me in a
couple of hours.

I fell asleep wondering what was coming up.

--==*==--

There was still a fair amount of light in the sky when, according to the
chart, we were on approach to the island we were shooting for.  I held the
wind as long as I dared, then began dropping the sail.

Ben came out on deck at that moment, and I had to admire his costume.  Ben
had gone below when I relieved him to take a quick nap of his own, before
freeing the girls and getting ready for the party.  He had evidently decided
to dress the part, for nothing he wore could really have been worn in public
at anyplace else BUT a BDSM party.

He had on a leather half hood that covered his hair and face above his nose.
His shirt was fine silver chain mail with short sleeves that looked pretty
good on his muscled torso.

His pants were jet black and shiny, looked painted, and were obviously
latex, but the most remarkable thing about them was the way they DIDN'T
contain his penis.  His "Meat and two veg" were themselves wrapped in shiny
latex and displayed outside his pants.  I wondered how he had the nerve.

"Nice outfit!" I said with a smile.

Ben chuckled.  "Go take down the sail and stow it, will you.  It's murder
doing hard work in this thing!"

I laughed and got to work while Ben started the engine and took the helm.

As I was finishing, a vision in black came up from below and stepped out on
deck.  If all I had to go with was her face, I would not have been able to
identify her.  But knowing other things, I could easily see it was Amy.  She
was dressed quite literally from head to toe in shiny PVC, the very top of
her head from just above her forehead uncovered, revealing her hair.

Her face was masked like Ben's, her eyes, nose, and mouth the only things
visible.  The outfit flowed down her neck and down her body to a pair of
stiff looking boots with very high heels, which she seemed to walk on just
fine despite the rocking of the boat.  Her breasts were almost gone, but the
tightness of the entire outfit left no doubt that she was a woman, and
almost every muscle she had was outlined, except for her waist.  There she
had on a corset that looked like it started at her chest and ended just
about mid thigh.  It had squeezed her already thin frame into an incredible
hourglass shape, and I wondered how she breathed.

For a second, I thought something was missing, and then realized it was her
arms.  They were gone!

That is, they had been pressed against her sides by the outfit, bound and
blended in so well that it looked like she had no arms at all!  She wasn't
going to be doing much by herself, that was for sure!

As she walked toward Ben, I saw one more wonderful part of her outfit.  Her
posterior was completely bare, framed in a heart shaped opening that
squeezed her rear cheeks out and gave them more definition.  Her cane marks
were very visible like this, and I had to think that this was the entire
point of the outfit.  Apart from the patches around her eyes, nose, and
mouth, her ass was the only part of her body exposed.

"Very nice!" I said as I finished my work.

Amy turned and gave me a little curtsy; hard to do, I thought, in that get
up.

"You should see Laura, Sir!" she said to me.

I couldn't wait, and didn't have to.  She came right out at that moment.

She was stunning!

Her hair had been styled to give it a lot of body and fell in huge waves
down her back; her face was covered in a simple silver mask that covered her
eyes and ears and seemed to flow back to become a part of her silver collar.

The silver theme was carried through to her dress, which stuck to her like
metallic paint, revealing that she too wore a corset that held her tightly
from just below her breasts to just above her pubic bone.

There the dress, made of silver latex as I later found out, went from
skintight to billowy, falling in deep folds to the deck.  I wondered what
she had on underneath it!

The best part of what I could see though was how it covered her breasts.  It
didn't.

Her breasts projected through two large holes in the front of the dress and
were covered at the nipples by what had to be nipple clamps.  No pasties
could have held up the silver chain that connected her nipples together, nor
the chains that fell from each nipple a scant six inches to the silver
manacles on her wrists.  Her wrists were also held together in front of her
with a shorter connecting chain.

I came down and stared at her.  "You are so very beautiful!" I told my wife.

"Thank you," she said with a soft smile and flutter of her eyelashes.

I grinned and bent low; I had to see what was under that dress.  I ducked
under the hem into a silvery world dominated by two lovely bare legs that
stayed bare all the way up to her waist.  She wore nothing over her crotch
at all and the latex actually formed a bell shape over her lower body so
none of it touched her below the waist.

I could imagine that wearing this dress would feel very weird indeed as it
went from a crushing tightness to nothing at all.  I bet she had to keep
looking to make sure she was covered up!

I looked down and saw that her feet were also bare except for a tiny set of
silver manacles, the like of which I had never seen before.  They were
locked about each big toe and were separated by only several inches or so of
silver chain.  Quite remarkable.  I grabbed the back of her thighs and
pulled myself up, giving her golden pussy a quick lick and a kiss before
extracting myself.

I stood up to see Laura blushing and took another look at all my friends.
"I feel very under dressed," I said, wondering what I could put together.

"Your outfit is waiting for you in the single berth, Sir," Amy said to me.

"You have something for me already?" I asked.

"Of course, silly!  Now go shower and shave before putting it on!" Laura
said, sounding more like the wife I knew before this trip.

"Yes, Dear," I said, laughing.

I showered, I shaved, and then a little nervous, I went to see what they had
gotten me.

What I found was interesting.  The pants were black latex but without the
addition on the front of Ben's.  Instead, my privates had no covering at
all, until I found the black leather loincloth I was to wear over them.  My
shirt was white and made out of several layers of silk.  It was well bloused
at the waist and cuffs and fastened only to mid chest; I would be showing a
lot of chest hair today.

There was also a silk mask for my head that reminded me of something Zorro
might wear.  Black, it covered my hair and face in much the same way Ben's
half hood did.

I left it off, but brought it with me.

My ensemble was finished with a pair of sturdy leather boots that almost
came up to my knees.

Everything fit well although I was nervous about the loincloth.  But then,
given the way the women were dressed, I thought, why not!

When I came out on deck, both women whistled, a startling break in their
discipline, but I didn't care!

"You look great, Don!" Amy said.

"I could fall in love with you again!" Laura added, "Especially in that
loincloth!"

Amy giggled.  "If I had arms, I'd check to see what was under that thing!"

Laura joined in.  "If I had a free hand, so would I!"

The women were having a good time and so was I.  I turned to Ben, who was
busy piloting the boat.

"You should put on your mask now, it's required at these events."

"Okay," I said, and donned the silk headpiece.  "Can I ask who picked out
this outfit?"

"We did," Laura said, speaking for her and Amy.  "You do like it, don't
you?"

"Sure, at least you didn't give me Ben's pants!"

We all laughed, and I caught Laura mouthing a word at me.  "Horse."

I shook my finger at her.

"Look!" Amy said.

We all turned to the front of the boat.

We had been cruising around the island and were now entering a bay.  Spread
out before us were a couple of dozen other yachts, and up on a hill above
the beach was this large house.  There were many people milling around the
place, and all of them were in some kind of fetish gear or nude.

Yes, it was going to be an interesting evening!

Part 14

Ben was at the helm of the 'Kajira', steering us into the harbor in front of
the villa where the party we were going to was taking place.  Laura, Amy,
and I stood and watched the people in their various fetish wear move about
on shore.

So engrossed on the shoreline were we that we were startled by the sound of
a loud horn behind us.

I turned to see a large yacht bearing down on us, and Ben began frantically
turning the wheel.  The other yacht began to turn too and passed us
harmlessly to port, traveling much too fast for its size in this small
harbor.

Whoever was piloting had some sense though, for as soon as they passed, the
engines cut out and the boat began to slow.

I looked back at Ben and saw how pissed he was at their lack of seamanship.
He had turned the wheel back and was guiding us toward the larger vessel.

When I turned to look at it again, something about the name on the back
jogged my memory.

"Oh God," I said.

"What?" Laura asked, she was standing next to me.

"It's the 'DreamBoat," I said to her.

"I don't get it," said my wife.

"That's the boat that shared an anchorage with us a few nights ago."

"You mean..." was all she said before she started to blush.

She had remembered that we had made love on deck practically in full view of
that yacht.  We didn't know if anyone had seen us, but then I hadn't
expected to see this boat again.

Ben guided us close to the big yacht, and a man in a suit came to the rail
from what I thought to be the bridge and began calling out to us.

"Ahoy!" he shouted.  "Terribly sorry old chap!  Didn't realize we were
coming in that fast!  Any damage?"

"No damage!" Ben yelled back, slowing the throttle, "But next time slow
down!"

"Will do!  Say, why don't you tie up next to us, and we'll take you in with
our launch.  The least we can do!"

Ben looked over at the shoreline.  The only dock was crowded with boats and
our only option at that point was to anchor in the bay and take the rowboat
in, not a fun idea considering our outfits!

"I accept!" Ben yelled, and cut the engine.

"Jolly good!  I'll have it over in a jiffy!" yelled the man and he
disappeared back into his huge boat.

We both anchored about fifty feet apart, and while Ben and I got the
'Kajira' settled, the women stood together on the stern deck looking a
little uncomfortable.

"You ladies ready for this?"  I asked them.

They nodded, their faces flushed, excited.

We heard an engine, and from the far side of our neighbor came a motor
launch with three people in it.

As it pulled close, we could see that it was two men and a woman; one of the
men was our host.

They pulled up to the side and Ben tossed them a line.  The driver caught it
and pulled them close, winding the rope around a cleat once we had bumped
hulls.  The driver was dressed in a simple sailor's uniform, and I figured
he was strictly crew.  The passengers were a different story.

"Nice costumes!" said the man we had talked to a few minutes ago.
"Permission to come aboard?" he asked, standing up.

"Granted," Ben said, still not smiling, but not being hostile either.  I
think he was as amazed at what he saw as I was, and when I glanced back at
the women so were they!

Our visitor helped the woman aboard first and then climbed up himself.
"Townsend, Philip Townsend!" he said, extending his hand.

Ben and I each shook hands with him and introduced ourselves.

Townsend had on a big grin and that was about all, except for the tattoo and
a silk mask that just covered his eyes.  What we had taken to be a business
suit was actually a total body tattoo of...a business suit, right down to
the details of the laces of his tattooed wing tips and the tie clip on his
tattooed chest.

The woman he had brought aboard was also nude and was tattooed from head to
toe with a design made to look like a riding togs, tweed jacket, jodhpurs,
and even black leather riding boots.  She had on a silk mask just like her
companion.  The details on both of them were remarkable.

Townsend puffed out his chest.  "It always pays to be properly dressed!" he
said with a smile, "But where are my manners.  Let me introduce my wife,
Alicia."

We said our hellos and introduced our ladies, who said a shy hello as they
took in our visitors' rather bizarre look.

"How simply enchanting," Townsend said, smiling at the pair of them.  He
took Laura's hand and kissed it, something that must have made her nervous
considering how close he had to get to her almost bare breasts to do that.
Then he stepped over to Amy.  "I see, dear lady, that you have no hand to
kiss."  Much to my surprise, he bowed and then turned back to us.

"If you're ready, we'll take you across, and the launch will be at your
disposal throughout your stay.  It's the least we can do for giving you such
a scare!"

"Thank you," Ben said.

We piled into the launch, no doubt with questions in all our heads, and left
the 'Kajira' behind us.

Townsend began a running commentary about how good our outfits were and what
a pleasant time we were going to have here, and while he talked I looked
back at his huge yacht.

There were more people on deck now and they were as fetishly dressed as the
rest of the crowd we could see onshore.

I turned to look at Mrs. Townsend and saw her staring at me.  She shifted
her eyes to Laura and smiled, then looked back at me and winked.

With a glance at Laura, who had begun to blush again, I saw that at least
one person HAD seen us coupling on deck in the rain.

I looked back at Alicia Townsend and held her eyes for a moment, then with a
smile of my own I let my eyes travel down her body.  Her amazing tattoo did
nothing to hide the fact that here was a very well built woman.  It didn't
hide her age either, although she had nothing to complain about as far as
getting older was concerned.  I figured her to be in her mid forties, like
her husband, but with a body that rivaled my wife's.

We eventually got to the dock and went ashore.

"Thanks!" said Ben, who had become our spokesman.

"Don't mention it, old boy!"  Townsend replied.  "Come over later and have a
drink!"

We parted and the four of us stood wondering what to do next as we watched
the Townsend's walk up the hill together toward the house.

"Shall we?" I asked, taking Laura's arm.

"Yes, let's do it...old boy!" Ben said with a grin.  From somewhere he
produced a thin chain, which he clipped to Amy's neck somehow and led her
along behind him.

Walking slowly because of Laura's toe hobbles, we followed the path up to
the house, while behind us the launch went back to the yacht for another
load of passengers.

--==*==--

Now let me describe to you in one word the general feeling that I came away
with by the time we left the party.

One word.

Hmmm.

Boredom.

Yes, that's it.

'What are you talking about?' I hear you ask.  'How could you have been
bored at massive BDSM party on a tropical island?'

Well, I was.

It was interesting for a while, but there are only so many weird leather and
rubber outfits that I can look at before I get turned off.  I was even
getting tired of my own.

There were a few odd moments throughout the party that captured my interest,
but that was all.

We saw Leo, and he practically cried over how thin the corsets made our
women look.

We met the host, Desmond Kopachi, who gazed blankly at us through a
drug-induced haze while we were being introduced.

For a while, the women and us were separated, and when finally we saw them
again, we found out that they had a better time than we did.

While they were gone, Ben and I did come across a demonstration for a
product that held our attention very much.  Ben bought one and had it
delivered to the boat.  I'll tell you more about it later; it's a surprise
for the ladies and I don't want to spoil it.

Walking around together, Ben and I saw demonstrations of other products
concerned with BDSM, not to mention a lot of demonstrations on whipping,
spanking, and various sexual positions on various bondage devices.

Each one would hold our interest for a few minutes, but that was all.

My favorite part, though, was the big floor show right before dinner.  This
was the reason why Ben and I were alone.

A small man in a one-piece leotard had come up to us earlier and asked if he
could borrow our companions for a couple of hours.  "I'm putting together
part of the entertainment, you see," he said to us.  "I'm supposed to club
together this big song and dance number using just the female submissives I
find at the party, you see, and I must say that your girl here looks like
she has done some dancing in her time!"

He was talking about Amy, I told you her outfit was tight!

Ben spoke for her.  "She does dance, she takes classes to keep fit.  But I
don't know if she will want to help you out today."

"It's a pity, she would be perfect, you see!" said the little man.

Ben looked over at her and Amy nodded with an eager smile.  "Sure, just for
a couple of hours?" Ben asked.

"Yes.  The number will be just before the banquet and I'll have her back to
you before you eat!"

Ben pulled out a key and handed it over to the man.  "This is for her
outfit," he said.  I hadn't realized that Amy was locked into her tight
clothing.

The man took the key and looked at Laura.  "I could use one more, you see,
but does this one have what it takes?"

I smiled.  "You want to see her legs?" I asked.  Laura glared at me with
shock.

"It would help.  Does she dance?"

"No, but she does work out every day," I replied.  I grabbed the front of
her dress and lifted it part way up.

"Donald!" Laura said with gritted teeth.

The man ducked his head under Laura's skirt and Laura began to blush a deep
red as she helplessly pulled at her bound wrists, for the little man would
certainly notice that she had nothing on under her skirt.

"Yes, she'll do," said the man coming out a second later.

"The same key works on her too," Ben said.

The man nodded.  He took a notebook out of his pocket and wrote in it,
tearing off a page and handing it to Ben.

"There you go.  My name is on that and any of the waiters or bartenders will
know where to find us!"  He clapped his hands and one of the waiters
appeared at his side.  The waiter wore a loincloth and nothing more.

Denzal, for that was the name on the receipt he had given us, pulled out a
second leash for Laura, and clipped it to her collar.

"Donald!" Laura said with concern.

"Stay with Amy, you'll be fine," Ben said to her with encouragement.

"Have a good time!" I added, trusting Ben to know what he was doing.  If it
weren't for him, I would never have just handed my wife off to a stranger
like that, but if Ben was confident that Amy would be all right, who was I
to argue about Laura going with her.

The waiter took the leashes and led our two young companions away while
Denzal followed.

We didn't see the women again until their dance number.

The banquet had been set up on a large terrace overlooking the ocean, and
Ben and I had staked out a table for four a couple of rows back from the
dance floor, and had watched with little interest a pain demonstration given
by a respected BDSM couple.  When they were done, their stuff was cleared
away and the lights brightened for the main event.

A dozen women came out, kicking in a line; a passable imitation of the
Rockettes although that famous troupe had never worn what these girls were
wearing.

Their outfits looked to consist entirely of feathers.  Long, pink, very well
placed feathers.

On their heads, they wore a plume of feathers that must have given each of
them another foot of height.

 From their behinds erupted a fantail of feathers, which we could see could
only have been held there using butt plugs.

One large feather curled down under and between their legs to end just above
their pubic area.  As the women danced, you could catch enough glimpses to
see that this single feather was all that kept them from being completely
exposed down there.

Their nipples were the mounting points of several small feathers that fanned
out to partially cover their breasts, and as they danced around, I wondered
if they were pasties or clip-ons!

It was easy to spot Amy and Laura in the line up, and they both did well in
following the routine they had been taught over the time we were without
them.  Amy did better than Laura, and looked quite natural on stage, for she
had a big smile on her face and looked like she was having fun.

Laura was smiling also, but hers was different.  Either she wasn't having
fun or something was distracting her.

I figured it was the second option the way those feathers moved across her
skin as she danced.  The light caresses were probably driving her crazy.

All the women were attractive, some especially so.  One woman near the end
of the line caught my eye.  She was tall and dark, and in addition to her
dance outfit, wore metal rings on her wrists and ankles.  It was her hair
that really got to me though.  It was longer than Laura's by far, and that's
no mean feat.  Her hair flowed straight and true down her back to just above
her knees.  It was very beautiful.

I wondered who she was, and if Laura's hair would ever get that long.

She danced well too.  In fact, all the women held their own, and after the
rather energetic and revealing performance, the number ended with a standing
ovation from the crowd, and Denzal came out front and gave a bow.

Twenty minutes later, Amy and Laura joined us at the table, their faces
flushed, and their bodies back in their original outfits.

The waitress who brought them out to us, again only dressed in a loincloth
that allowed all to see her lovely breasts, unclipped the leash on Laura's
collar and handed Ben his key.  Then she disappeared back from whence she
came.

"Did you have a good time?" Ben asked.

"Marvelous, but it was a lot of hard work!" Amy said, smiling.

"Slave drivers!"  Laura added.

"You look like you enjoyed it; in fact you look like you still are!"  I said
to her.

Laura glanced at Amy.  "Sir, they gave us a parting gift, for taking part in
the dance," she said.

"What?" I asked, curious and slightly worried for some reason.

"You saw what we had to dance in, Sir," Laura said.  "The butt plugs and the
nipple clamps."

"Yeah, it was all very obvious and we could see everything!"

Laura and Amy looked about and blushed.  "Well, Sir.  You didn't see
everything.  We also had to dance with Ben Wa balls inside us, and we were
all told we could keep them."

"So the two of you both have these balls in you right now?" Ben asked them.

"Yes, Sir," Amy answered with a deep breath.

I chuckled, and Ben glanced my way with a grin.  "Who put them in you?" he
said, scowling at the women.

"We put them in each other; we know we aren't allowed to touch ourselves,
Sir!" Amy told him.

Ben laughed.  "Well, to get yours out again means pulling off half your
outfit.  I'll just let you keep them, but you're not allowed to cum!"

"Yes, Sir," Amy said with a sigh.

"In that case, Laura can keep hers too," I added, getting a look from my
wife.

We had the women kneel beside us, and the four of us enjoyed the banquet,
while I looked around for the beauty with the long hair.

--==*==--

The dance, and the shopping Ben and I had done, had been the highlights of
the party for me, and it wasn't that late before we decided to go back to
the boat.

As we walked along the beach, I stopped and pulled my boots off.  The sand
was still warm under my bare feet even though the sun had gone down hours
ago.  It felt really good.

As a group we talked a little of the things we had seen, and when we got to
the dock we wondered if Townsend's launch was still there and indeed it was.

I stopped and looked at it as the others went on.

"Coming?"  Ben asked me, stopping too.

"Actually," I said, "I'd like to walk the beach for a while longer.  Laura,
will you join me?"

Laura gave me a smile and said sure, and she shuffled over, her toes once
again locked in their miniature hobbles.

"Well, we're heading back," Ben told us, "I feel like having a private
party!"

We all laughed, although Amy blushed a little as she did so, and we parted,
me handing my boots to Ben to be taken back to the boat.  I was later to
find out that Ben's plan didn't quite work out.

But for us things were good.  I walked slowly, enjoying the sound of Laura's
quick steps and her short breaths, the sound of her chains jingling as her
quick movements shook her breasts.  It was magical.

"Did you really enjoy the dancing?" I asked her.

"Most of it.  It was a little scary at first, especially when Denzal
unlocked all my bondage, and we had to undress.  But he was the only man
there, and Amy said that he could be trusted, so I began to relax."

"I bet it was interesting, dancing with that butt plug in," I said to her.

"Well, at first he had us learn the routine completely nude, and that was a
blast.  Here we were, twelve nude women kicking high and showing it all!"

"What if he had told you that you had to do the dance nude?"

"Oh wow...I don't know if I could have.  Wow.  Maybe if Amy was doing it
too.  But he told us right away that we would have costumes.  I didn't
expect what he gave us though."

"Did Amy really put your Ben Wa balls in?"

"Yes, and the butt plug, and I did the same for her.  By the way, can we
walk a little slower?  I'm being driven nuts here and can hardly breath!"

"No.  How did it feel to dance in all that gear?"

"Uncomfortable, while we were learning the routine, terrifying when it came
time to go out in public dressed like that, and arousing once we were
actually out there and doing it in front of everyone."

"Arousing?"

"Well...yeah.  Those feathers were like little fingers touching me lightly,
especially between my thighs.  With that the butt plug, the clamps, and the
Ben Wa balls, I was about driven nuts!  I also knew that you were out there
somewhere, and that you were watching, and you know how I like dancing for
you.  I just imagined that you were the only person watching."

Laura batted her eyelashes at me and I slowed to a stop.

"Well, you were the only one I watched," I lied, but it was a good lie.  I
bent to kiss her and her cuffed hands slid across my chest.

I let my hands knead her breasts, and she gave out short sharp gasps as the
nipple clamps that held her chains sent twinges of pain to her brain and
probably to her loins.

Her mouth was very active in our kiss, and it was with reluctance that I
broke away, but I had other plans for my tongue.

I dropped to my knees and ducked under her skirt.

It was dark now and I couldn't see anything, but I didn't have to.  I just
followed her legs to my goal and began to probe her with my tongue.  Her
wetness was like nectar and I licked up every drop, running my tongue up and
down her lips and using my teeth on her clitoris.

I could hear her panting up above, and her legs were both stiff and shaking
as her passion climbed.  I kept up my work until I could hear her start to
sing and then pulled out.

"NO!  PLEASE NO!  DONALD!" she yelled.  "Oh PLEASE don't stop, I was SO
CLOSE!"

"Hush now," I said.

Laura opened her mouth and then closed it, a whimper escaping her.  I could
see that she was extremely aroused and I know it was cruel of me, but I want
to keep her that way for a while.

"You are so beautiful right before you can cum!" I told her, kissing her
once more and letting her lick her own juices off my face.

"Let's walk," I said, and we continued on.

The beach ended a little further on, but a path snaked up into the jungle.
Feeling adventurous, I guided my bound and very frustrated wife along it
until we came to a fence with a gate in it.  A rather board young man
dressed like the waiters sat on a stool guarding it.

"Hi!" I said to him.  "What's through there?"

"More of the party, Sir," said the young man.

"Oh, mind if we go in?" I asked him.  I was sure Ben and I hadn't seen this
part.

"You can go in, Sir.  But you and the lady will have to undress first.
Beyond this fence it is strictly skin only."

I stepped back, amazed.  Then I turned to my wife.  "What do you think?" I
asked her.

"Will I get to cum if we go in there?" she asked.  What a one-track mind the
lady has when fully aroused and in need.

"I think that can be arranged!" I told her.

She bit her lip and nodded.

"Okay," I said, turning to the gatekeeper, "Where do we change?"

Part 15

Okay, so Laura and I were about to go into a nude-only area at a BDSM party
on a tropical island somewhere in the Caribbean.  What naked perversions
awaited us inside?

Well I'm not going to tell you, not yet anyway.

Instead, I'm going to tell you what happened to Ben and Amy.

Now I found out about all this well after the fact, since I wasn't there to
see it myself, but I think I got a good enough story from my various sources
to be able to give you a pretty good idea about what happened.

It all started as they boarded the launch belonging to Philip Townsend, the
owner of the large yacht called 'DreamBoat.

"Sir," said the driver.  "Mr. Townsend respectfully asks that you join him
aboard his yacht for a drink."

Ben glanced at Amy, whose features betrayed nothing, not surprising since
they were hidden under a latex mask.

"Could you pass on our regrets to Mr. Townsend and let him know that we are
going in for an early night!" Ben said to the driver.

"Sir, Mr. Townsend would really like to see you, and he also said that if
you didn't go to him that he would bring the bottle to you."

Ben sighed.  "I suppose one drink wouldn't hurt, but I want us to get
changed first.  Can we do that?"

"Certainly Sir."

"Thank you," Ben replied sarcastically.  He snuggled next to Amy and the
boat sped away from the dock.

"Does this mean you're finally letting me out of this thing?"  Amy asked
breathlessly, her corset barely letting her take in enough air to talk.

"I don't know, I thought I'd just leave you chained up on deck while I head
over to Townsend's for a couple of hours," Ben said with a grin.

Amy growled but said nothing, knowing that Ben was kidding, but also
resigned to doing just that if Ben was really serious.  Their relationship
was such that if Ben decided that she should do something, then she WOULD do
it, their trust and love ran very deep.

Ben laughed, and when they reached the 'Kajira', he helped his armless
companion aboard their boat and went inside to change.

When they came out again, they looked quite different.  Ben had traded in
his latex and chain mail for shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, while Amy now wore
a simple cotton dress.

The launch had waited for them and took them across the fifty feet that
separated the two boats.

The 'DreamBoat was a big craft with several decks and many cabins.  A sailor
in traditional garb escorted Ben and Amy inside along richly appointed
passageways.  Whoever Townsend was, he certainly had money.

The sailor knocked on a door and opened it, revealing an oak walled drawing
room filled with comfortable chairs, cigar smoke, and several men.

One of them was Townsend, now dressed in a real suit instead of the one
drawn on his skin.  The other men were also in suits or almost as casually
dressed as Ben.

Townsend stood up, as did the other men, at the entrance of Ben and Amy.

"Dear boy, glad you could make it, and you brought your lovely girl with
you.  Enchanted!" said Townsend, approaching to shake Ben's hand.

"Good evening," Ben said, looking at the men that were gathered.  Ben saw he
was the youngest man in the room.

Townsend shook his hand then turned to Amy.  "Ah my dear, at last I get to
kiss your delicate hand, may I?"

With a smile, Amy held out her hand and Townsend took it and brought it to
his lips, depositing a light but sensual kiss upon her knuckles.

Amy almost giggled.

"Such a smile, you honor us with such beauty.  But alas, it has to go.  Ben
my boy, we're strictly stag tonight in this room, but I'm sure that we can
find something aboard to entertain the lady!"

"Oh, I didn't know," Ben said, a little confused.  He turned to Amy.
"Perhaps you had better go back to the boat."

"Oh that's not necessary, she can go back with you later.  My wife Alicia
would be glad to entertain her while we chat," Townsend said.

Ben raised an eyebrow at Amy, who looked at him with pleading eyes.  Amy
thought that this wasn't the place to voice her willingness to stay aboard,
but that didn't stop her from trying to say it with her eyes.  She wanted to
find out more about those tattoos and relished the chance to talk to Alicia,
who hadn't said a word when they were together earlier.

Ben took a deep breath and saw his pleasant and athletic evening with Amy
slipping away.  "Okay, she can stay for a little while, but we can't be out
late."

"Splendid!  Carlo, take the young lady to the schoolroom," Townsend said to
the sailor.

"Have fun!" Ben said, giving her a quick kiss.

"You too, Sir," Amy said with a grin, and she followed the sailor down the
passageway.

Amy wondered what the schoolroom was, but didn't think much of the name
until she got there.

Once again, the sailor knocked on the door, but this time didn't open it.
Instead, they waited a moment before a loud female voice yelled "COME!"

The sailor opened the door but motioned for Amy to wait outside.  Amy stood
uncomfortably alone in the passageway for a moment, conscious of the fact
that all she wore was a very thin dress that felt even lighter than it was,
since her body was still adjusting from the crushing tightness of her
pervious outfit.

Ben liked to do that a lot at home.  He would make Amy spend hours in
something that wrapped and crushed her body like a vise, then just before
going out in public, he would make her change into something extremely
light.  Amy always felt like she was going out naked, a side affect of the
'bondage to freedom' transition.

She still felt it now and consciously looked to see that she still had her
dress on.

"Well bring her in!" said the female voice and the sailor appeared at the
door.  Without a word, the sailor motioned her inside and then left, closing
the door behind him.

Amy was a little startled to find what she found.

It was indeed a schoolroom, done in wood paneling with a large window in one
sidewall; it was lit poorly and smelled of chalk and sweat.

There were nine wooden desks lined up in rows of three, of which most were
occupied by young women like herself, and one young man who sat in a corner.
All were dressed in casual clothes, with one or two of them in very skimpy
outfits indeed.

Standing in another corner facing the wall was yet another young woman.  She
stood stock still, her back straight, her posture correct.  On her head was
balanced a big book and she had her hands clasped behind her.  What Amy
noticed most about her was that she held the hem of her skirt up with her
hands, revealing her bare buttocks, buttocks that quite evidently showed a
very recent spanking.  There were also a couple of dark lines that betrayed
the signs of something stronger having been used on her too.  Amy made a
good guess as to what that could be as she wore the same marks herself.

Last but not least was the most imposing sight in the room.

Alicia.

Dressed in a black high collared gown of plain material, she stood at the
front of the class glaring at Amy; in her hands was an object that Amy was
very familiar with, a cane.

Amy wondered if the marks on the butt of the girl in the corner were made by
this cane.

"You're late child, what do you have to say for yourself!" barked Alicia.

"I'm sorry, I didn't...we just came aboard for a drink..." Amy began, a
little lost.

"A DRINK!" shouted Alicia, bringing the cane down sharply on a desk.

The sharp rap of the cane made Amy jump, and she felt her heart beating hard
in her chest.  Suddenly she was scared.

"Yes, Ma'am," she said quietly.

"Yes, Miss Alicia!  Not yes, ma'am!  And speak up when you're talking to
me!" said the very imposing woman at the head of the class.

"Yes, Miss Alicia," Amy felt her pulse racing and an old familiar stirring
going on.

"Sit down child, find a seat and take out your books!" Amy was ordered.

Amy, now getting her bearings held back a smile and sat down gingerly on the
hard wooden seat at the nearest desk.  She realized that this was a fantasy
scenario.  Alicia evidently had a schoolroom fetish thing going on.

Amy decided to play along; it could be fun, and it would definitely be
something to tell Ben about afterward.

She found some books under her seat and lifted them to the desktop.

One was a Latin primer, one a book of 19th Century poetry, and one a Bible.

She glanced about at her fellow students but none of them was looking at
her.  They all faced forward and sat with a stiff backed posture, not daring
to do otherwise.  Amy wondered if they were all submissives like her, and if
they all belonged to Alicia.

"Face front, child!" Alicia commanded, and Amy quickly stopped looking
around.  She looked straight ahead at Alicia who seemed to dominate her end
of the room.

"I expect you to pay attention in my class."

"Yes, Miss Alicia," Amy said.

"Your posture is a disgrace, correct it!"

"Yes, Miss Alicia."  Amy pulled herself up, wishing for a corset to help her
keep her back straight.  This new position put more stress on her sore butt.

"I suppose you didn't complete your assignment!" Alicia said with a knowing
look.

"Assignment?"  Amy asked, falling into the trap before knowing what it was.

"I thought not.  But what can I expect from someone with such bad posture.
Stand up!" commanded Miss Alicia.

Amy stood, afraid once again and also turned on by her fear.

"Bend over your desk girl, I'll teach you to ignore one of my assignments!"
Alicia put her cane on the teacher's desk at the front of the class and
pulled from a drawer a large rubber paddle.

"But I..." Amy said before clamping her mouth shut.  She realized then that
Alicia was only using this as an excuse to spank her.

Amy was glad that she wasn't going to be caned again but her heart still
jumped at the sight of the paddle.  It had been an interesting game up to
now but it looked like that was about to change.

Or was it?

Amy had enjoyed pain as a part of her sexual stimulation for many years now
and the thought of that paddle being used on her was a definite turn on.
Yet she wondered if Ben would approve of what was going on here.

Her thoughts on the matter got her into deeper trouble.

"Girl!  I do NOT like to repeat myself!"

"Sorry, Mistress Alicia," Amy said, bending over her desk.  She wondered
what she could do to get out of this and also if she really wanted to get
out of this.

"That's MISS Alicia, girl!  Arms out to each side, grip the table legs."

Amy did as she was asked and Alicia moved behind her.

Amy felt her dress being lifted and she remembered that she wore nothing
under it.  She was effectively nude below the waist now and visible to the
whole class.

Amy happened to be looking at the woman who occupied the desk behind her and
saw that the woman's eyes drifted over to her bare butt.

"I see that you have already been a naughty girl!" Alicia said and Amy
figured that her cane marks were the cause of that statement.  She suddenly
jumped as she felt something jab at her wounds.

Alicia had touched one of the welts on her ass.

"Only the naughtiest girls get the cane.  Isn't that right, Stacy!"

"Yes, Miss Alicia," said the girl in the corner.

"Unfortunately I need the permission of your Guardian before I can correct
your behavior with such a...useful tool.  But for now I think I can get your
attention with my paddle."

Amy swallowed, wondering what was going to be worse, being caned again, or
having her old wounds brought back to life with the large paddle the woman
held.

"Everybody pay attention class, all except for you Stacy, I don't want to
see your face again until class is over!" Alicia commanded.

Without warning, the paddle landed on her ass and Amy jumped.  Only because
of the discipline she received at Ben's hand did she manage to hold on to
the table and not reach around to grab her suddenly red-hot buns.

"Very good, Girl.  You at least have the discipline to hold still.  But you
lack the manners to thank me for your discipline.  I expect a thanks after
each strike.  Hear me, Girl?"

"Yes, Miss Alicia.  Thank you, Miss Alicia," Amy said, panting.  The pain
from that one blow had gone straight to her loins and she could feel each of
her cane marks throbbing.  She wondered how many spanks she was going to get
but didn't dare ask.

The second strike came and then the third, fourth, and fifth.  After each,
Amy thanked her tormentor and tried to deal with the pain.  Her knuckles
were white as she held tightly on to the legs of her desk, but she wasn't
fighting the pain but the urge to reach between her legs.  Each strike sent
shock waves through her that were better than any vibrator.

Six came, and then seven, and Amy wondered if she was dripping on the floor.
With her legs slightly spread and her ass up in the air, Amy thought that
Alicia HAD to be able to see how turned on she was.  She had to at least be
able to SMELL it.

Then came strike eight and Amy couldn't hold it back, not that she was
trying hard.  She began to cum, humping the desk uncontrollably as the
entire day's build up of sexual frustration let itself loose in one massive
orgasm.

Amy screamed as she came, choking down her vocalizations as soon as she was
able.

When the orgasm passed, it left Amy wasted, very embarrassed and also afraid
of what Alicia might do to her for cumming in the middle of a punishment.

What Alicia did surprised Amy.

"There, child," she said, running her fingers lightly over Amy's very hot
bottom.  "Don't you agree that this was for your own good?"

Bewildered and relieved, Amy said 'yes'.

She felt a finger dip briefly into her sopping wet pussy, and Alicia moved
into Amy's field of vision, a finger in her mouth and a small smile on her
face.

"Very good.  Class, you may taste her."

The other students got up and Amy blushed even further as each of them, the
young man in the corner included, came over and gave her engorged labia a
quick lick.  Only the unfortunate Stacy in the corner was left out.

With a happy sigh, Amy began to smile.

--==*==--

Ben was immersed in a different atmosphere.

Seated in a big leather chair with a club soda in his hand he was feeling a
little under dressed, but not out of place.

Not quite.

Townsend had yet to introduce the other men in the room, and as time went on
didn't look like he was going to.

Instead, he played bartender while the rest of the men in the room talked
about the stock market and politics and other matters that concerned the
well financed.

Ben understood that kind of talk, being well financed himself, and in spite
of his reservations was drawn into several conversations, holding his own
with these unknown men quite easily.

Ben did notice that while Townsend was hosting this little get together, he
deferred, as did the rest of the group, to a gray haired gentleman sitting
across the cabin from Ben.

The man watched Ben with a thoughtful expression on his face, before
interrupting the current conversation.

"So, Ben.  That was a beautiful young lady you had with you tonight," he
said, silencing the others.

"Thank you.  She is a VERY beautiful woman," Ben replied cautiously.

"Has she been with you long?" he was asked by another.

"Many years," was Ben's reply.

"I suppose," said the gray haired man, "that she looks even more lovely in
tight bondage!"

Ben gritted his teeth.  He didn't like these men.

The gray haired man continued to speak.  "She certainly looked good at the
banquet this evening.  We all saw her dance.  A lovely body and quite
athletic.  You should be proud!"

"I am," Ben said with a closed mouth.

"And that costume you put her in afterward.  Not exactly my taste of course,
but still quite stunning."

Ben said nothing.

"I assume that the girl uses that athletic ability of hers in bed to your
satisfaction?"

Ben stood up.  "Excuse me, but I think it's time I left."  He was angry at
this man.  Who was he to talk to him like that!

"Sit down, Mr. Lane," the gray haired man said.

Ben was stunned.  He had not told anyone his last name.  He turned to his
interrogator.

"Oh, don't look so surprised, Mr. Lane.  For people like us, determining
your identification is child's play.  Benjamin Lane, born in San Francisco,
California, but currently residing in London while also keeping houses in
Canada, South Africa, and Australia.  A gold trader by profession, although
you also dabble in other precious metals and even sometimes gems.

"You're a self-made man whose holdings would be a lot greater if you didn't
donate large sums of your money to children's hospitals around the globe,
anonymously of course.

"You head your own company and have your finances so well settled that you
really don't have to do much real work anymore to keep your wealth
increasing.

"Your only close companion is the girl you are here with tonight, Amy
Nelson, who also comes from California.  An ex-dancer, ex-drug addict, she
performs admirably for you as your loving submissive.  The both of you are
also alcoholics although that doesn't mean anything now days, except that
your Domination/Submission lifestyle has allowed you the focus and the
support to stop your excessive drinking and Miss Nelson's drug dependency.
Would A.A. be that successful if they followed YOUR twelve step program!"

The other men in the room laughed softly.

Ben, still standing, glared at the gray haired man.  "Can I ask who you
are?" he said.

The gray haired man leaned forward.  "I'm the man that's going to make you a
proposition you can't refuse!"

--==*==--

Amy was standing in the corner.  Like the girl in the opposite corner, Amy
held her dress up behind her so that her buttocks were fully revealed, and
she had a book balanced on her head.

She had been ordered there directly after the last student licked her pussy,
and on very shaky legs, she struggled to comply.  Now she stood listening as
Alicia worked at her lesson, teaching 19th Century poetry in between giving
out punishments for every offense she could find.

Amy kept track, and felt sure that everyone felt the teacher's wrath at
least once.

She didn't know how long she had been standing there, maybe close to an
hour, but suddenly a bell rang somewhere and Alicia stopped in mid sentence.

"That's the bell, children.  Stand up!"

Amy heard everyone stand and wished she could see what was going on.
Instead, she just had to deal with the throbbing in her butt and the urge to
masturbate to the pain.

"You are all lazy and in much need of discipline, but I love you all and
wish you and your Guardians well.  You may leave now!"

Amy waited, not knowing if she was included as she listened to the others
leave the room.  Alicia appeared beside her.

"You may leave too, Amy.  And you, Stacy.  Thank you for being such good
sports!"  Amy turned and dropped her dress, catching the book as it fell
from her head.  She saw Alicia smiling warmly at her.

"Thank you, Miss Alicia," Amy said, beginning to smile again.

"It's just Alicia now, Darling.  The bell has rung and school's over."

Amy giggled.  "This wasn't like any school I ever went to!"

"More's the pity.  You American girls are the least disciplined of the lot!
Now run along, I have to clean up in here and your Master is waiting."

Amy felt the urge to hug this strange woman and did so quickly, catching up
with Stacy at the door.

As she left the room, she looked back and paused in surprise.

Alicia was stripping off her dress, but underneath there was no sign of the
body tattoo she had worn to the party.

Alicia spotted Amy at the door and smiled.  "It was just body paint,
Darling, our costumes for the day!"

Amy laughed and left her teacher behind.

She caught up with Stacy and the others on deck, where the men who had been
in Townsend's private sitting room were waiting.

Each man had a girl go up to him, and one had two while another was met by
the young man.  All the girls were chatting about their time in the
schoolroom, and when Amy found Ben, she started to do likewise.

Ben smiled and hugged her close, but Amy could see that his attention wasn't
completely on her.  He kept looking across the fantail of the yacht and Amy
followed his gaze.

All she saw was Stacy, and a gray haired man who was inspecting her bright
red buttocks.

Ben looked down at her.  "Have a nice time, did you?" he asked.

"It was a pain in the ass, but then you know how much I like that!" Amy
said, giggling.

Ben's smile didn't change, as if Amy's good mood hadn't really touched him.

"Come on, let's go," he said, and he led her back to the launch for the trip
back to the 'Kajira'.

Part 16

Not knowing what was happening to Ben and Amy, Laura and I entered through
the gate wearing nothing but our masks, which were still required.  At least
I wore nothing but my mask; Laura also wore her bondage, which I put back on
her after removing her outfit.

Her nipples were still clamped and still supported the large chain that
connected them.  Her hands were still connected to her nipples with even
more chain and were still connected to each other as well, and she still
worn those tiny manacles on her big toes keeping her in a hobble.

She looked beautiful and very, very nervous.  She could raise her hands to
cover her tits but there was nothing she could do about her fair-haired
pussy.  With her golden hair falling in waves behind her, she looked
wonderful.

Never before had either of us been nude in front of so many people, it was
an adventure for both of us.

What made it easy though, was that EVERYBODY was naked as well.  If we had
to walk like this through a crowd this size of dressed people, I doubt we
could have done it.  But in THIS group, we were simply two more naked
bodies.

We did get looks though, but that was only because of Laura's bondage.  To
her embarrassment and continued arousal (which I found out about later),
people would come up to us and comment on her chains, her body, and her good
behavior.

Yes, that's what I said, good behavior.  It was only after the second or
third statement about it that I realized that Laura had slipped into one of
her deeper slave modes.

She walked on tiptoe slightly behind me, her toe hobble forcing quick steps
from her.  Her head she kept lowered slightly, using her eyes to rubberneck
instead.

Whenever we stopped, she would drop to her knees and remain there until I
started walking again.

When I saw this, I felt a great deal of pride, a pride that only increased
the more I heard good things about her.

This boosted my confidence, which helped me play my role as her Master much
better.  I was no longer nervous about walking around with my tackle
exposed.  Instead, I was a Dominant, a man in control, visiting with new
friends and proudly showing off the person most precious to me.

Laura told me later that my getting into the role helped her too.  She also
forgot that she was naked for the first time in front of so many strangers
and instead let herself go, displaying what she had earlier thought of
hiding, obeying the rules we had established over time without giving them
another thought, and most importantly loving me for obviously expressing my
love for her to all these people.

If you can't understand why she would love me for having her walk around
naked and bound in front of strangers and talk about her in glowing terms,
then perhaps you're reading the wrong kind of story.

I can't say I truly understand it myself, not being a submissive.  But I do
know that my love for her became even more fully realized at that party.  It
wasn't just because she WAS the kind of woman that would let me do that kind
of thing to her, but more because I knew then that she had found a part of
herself that gave her great joy and that she trusted me enough to let that
joy flow out knowing that I would accept it and protect her.

Confused?

Well, that's love!

Stepping out into that accepting crowd was like coming out of the closet.
We both felt finally free to be ourselves, the bondage of repression and
ignorance finally falling away.

Oh, how could we go home now?

So we mingled, and I drank, a little too much I thought later.  We both
enjoyed the eye candy surrounding us and knew that others enjoyed looking at
us...well Laura mostly, I'm no catch.

There was one person I was surprised and pleased to see.  It was the
longhaired woman who had danced with Laura and Amy earlier.

She was sitting in a patio chair by a poolside table.  I saw that her
bangles were still on and that someone had connected her hands together with
a small padlock.  Her feet were also connected.  She sat holding a drink to
her lips, putting it down on the table with both hands.

She was absolutely stunning.

"Wasn't she one of your fellow dancers?" I asked my wife, pointing the
amazing woman out.

"Yes, Master.  Her name is Sehani and she is down here with her husband.
They come every year," Laura replied.

"Ah!" I said.  If I had ever been tempted to consider building a stable of
women, as some of the other guests here obviously had, I would have started
with this one.  But alas, her being married meant that this fantasy at least
was not to be.  I chuckled, wondering what I would have done with her once
we got home anyway!

"What's so funny, Master?"  Laura asked.

"Oh, just trying to figure out which head I'm supposed to be thinking with!"

"Oh...she is beautiful.  I understand, Master."

Something about her tone upset me.  It was one thing to be submissive but
quite another to give up all self worth.  I couldn't imagine Laura ever
doing that, but the way she accepted how I looked at another woman disturbed
me.

I crouched down to where she was kneeling.

"Laura, I'm only going to say this once.  Cut it out!  I know what's going
on inside that golden head of yours and I won't have it.  Remember who you
are and what you mean to me!"

Laura met my eyes for just a brief moment.  "Yes, Master."

"And cut that 'Master' crap.  You know I don't care for it!"

"But I thought...yes, Sir."

I kissed her, maintaining the kiss until I felt Laura really respond to it,
before getting her to her feet so we could keep on moving.

I walked us away from the pool and the temptation beside it and out into a
large garden.

All around us the people were showing their affections for each other in
various ways; we had evidently walked into the orgy section of the party.

I can't say we weren't affected by what we saw and heard, I was at full mast
and Laura's thin pubic hair did nothing to hide her arousal although she had
been moderately stimulated since we came in.

Many of the couples and triples and the odd mass of arms and legs that
defied counting also used bondage, and those were the groups that interested
us the most.

I was very tempted to drop right where we were and join them.

But I still didn't want to give Laura any sexual release yet.  I knew that
the longer she waited the better it would be for her.  I was going for a
world record!

But there was nothing that said I had to wait!

I stopped walking and Laura obediently dropped to her knees on the grass
behind me.

I turned and let my penis stick out straight and true right in front of her
face.

Laura glanced up at my face after a moment and saw my expression.  I was
waiting to see if she would do what I wanted without my having to tell her.

She glanced about at the copulating masses and then closing her eyes took me
into her mouth.

"Open your eyes," I told her.  "Look at my face."

She did so, and our eyes met as she worked her well-practiced lips and
tongue over my shaft.  I watched her for a moment, savoring the feeling of
her wet mouth surrounding me, then I deliberately looked away at the people
surrounding us.

As she drew me closer and closer to orgasm, I resisted the urge to look back
at her, knowing that she was doing as I asked and kept her eyes on my face.
But as I came I did look, and saw that the nervous look she had about
performing such an intimate act before a garden full of strangers was now
replaced by that look of joy I knew so well.

I smiled and laughed, and immersed myself in the bliss of the moment.

She cleaned me off, silently, before I helped her to her feet once more and
we continued on, eyes only for each other now.

Beyond the orgy, we found other smaller groups, one of which caught my
attention.

A bald Japanese man in a black silk mask was holding court of a sort for
about a dozen people.  He looked too young to be bald, about my age or just
a little older, yet it suited him in a way I couldn't identify.  What
attracted him and his group to me though was what he was doing.

It was another demonstration like those Ben and I had witnessed earlier.
But this one was on Japanese rope bondage, where the art of physical
restraint really was considered an art.

He had just finished tying a volunteer, a young woman who now had her arms
held helplessly behind her in a rope single sleeve.  Her Domme took her in
her arms and kissed her, hooking a finger in the young woman's clit ring.

"Thank you, Hiro," the Domme said with a sly smile.

The Japanese smiled and offered a slight bow.  "Any time you wish to try
this yourself!" he said, his English very good.

The Domme laughed and led her captive away by her clit ring, the smiling
girl hurrying to keep up.

"That was pretty impressive!" one of the men in the circle said.

"A simple tie.  I have more rope should you like to see something more
complicated.  All I need is another volunteer."

The people around us murmured, discussing who should go next.  I decided for
them.

"I volunteer my wife!" I said, stepping to one side so that they could
clearly see her kneeling beside me.

Laura looked up and began to blush.  I had just brought her into the
spotlight and I bet she felt her nudity again.

I got her to stand, and heard some more comments about her looks and bondage
that I liked.

The Japanese was also standing, and his eyes gave Laura a quick but thorough
once over.

"She will do nicely, if you can relieve her of her current bonds first," he
said.

The key was still on its chain about my neck, and in moments, everything but
her collar and those Ben Wa balls in her pussy was gone from her.

She looked a little awkward for a moment now that she wasn't forced to keep
her hands in one position.  Then she lifted her arms and put her hands
behind her head.  She parted her legs and pushed out her chest a bit too,
showing off.  She was still blushing furiously but there was excitement in
her eyes.

I could see all of the men and some of the women admiring her, and again I
was proud of her.  It didn't even occur to me then that these people were
probably thinking sexual thoughts about my wife.  But then if that kind of
thing were going to bother me, I wouldn't have been at this party in the
first place.

I gave Laura a pat on the cheek, one of her striped ones of course, and sent
her into the circle to meet her fate.

As she padded over it occurred to me that we were crossing yet another
boundary.  I was letting a complete stranger tie up my naked wife; his hands
obviously would be touching her while he did so.

Wow!

The Japanese took a good look at her before he started.

"The hair will have to go," he said.

He bent low to a pile of rope and selected one that wasn't too long.

I saw Laura sneak a peek at the naked Japanese, as if she hadn't seen enough
cocks this evening.

"Keep your hands where they are," he ordered her.

"Yes, Sir," she replied.  Good girl.

He took one end of the rope he had pulled and, gathering her long hair into
one large ponytail, tied it to her golden locks.

We were standing under a tree and he tossed the rope over a branch above us,
pulling on the slack until all her hair was raised above her head.  He tied
it off.

"Hair can be beautiful, but impractical at times," he said.

He pulled another rope and doubled it, folding it in half.

"We will begin," he said, "watch."

Everyone was paying attention now and we watched as he wrapped the looped
end of his double rope around Laura's waist, tucking the loop under the rope
at the small of her back.

He brought the ends of the rope between her legs from behind and up in front
of her, tucking them under her waist rope before pulling them back through
her legs again and up behind her.

Laura now had four strands of rope snug against her pussy and ass.  I caught
her eye and she smiled nervously at me.

Working in silence, the Japanese turned Laura so that her back was visible
to us all, and he brought her arms down.

He placed them together behind her back, folded so that her fingers just
reached the opposite elbow, her forearms together.

Then he used the rest of the rope to bind her hands together, wrapping the
rope around her forearms and around her upper arms too until they were
locked solid behind her.

"Do not pull yet," he said to her, and Laura nodded.  He could tell, as
could most of us, that she was very turned on and wanted to make use of the
crotch ropes.

He pulled another rope from the pile, doubled it, and tied the looped end
around the ropes binding her wrists.  He brought this rope up her back and
between her shoulder blades tied a knot in the two strands, binding them
together.

He passed each strand over her shoulders, one on each side of her neck and
then turned her to face us again.

Just below her neck, he tied the strands together with another knot, then
one more knot was tied between her breasts, the ropes now falling in a
straight line directly between those sweet globes.

Yet another knot was tied below her breasts and a last one at about the
height of her belly button.  Then the Japanese tucked what was leftover
partially under her waist rope.  I wondered why he didn't tie them there.

He pulled a third rope from the pile, but this one he didn't double.
Instead, he turned her once more and tied one end of this rope to one of the
ropes running up her back, below the knot he had tied there earlier.

He turned Laura again, brought the rope around her side, over her upper arm,
and threaded it through the gap between the two ropes coming down from her
neck, between the first two knots he had tied.  This held the rope above her
breast.

He pulled the rope through until it was snug and then went back the way he
had come, threading the rope through the same gap behind her back before
coming around her other side.

He threaded the rope through the same gap he had used up front, and when he
pulled it back, it pulled the two strands that fell from her neck into a
diamond shape.

There were lots of smiles from the group when they saw that.

Our rope expert went behind Laura again and repeated the whole process with
the next gap down, incidentally tightening the ropes against her breasts in
a nice bit of breast bondage.

He worked his way down her torso like this until he reached her waist, where
he tied off the end of the rope behind her.

Laura now had a set of diamonds made out of rope falling from her neck to
her waist and her hands and arms were very well tied against her body.

The Japanese wasn't quite done though.  He took the two ends that he had
only tucked in and pulled them all the way under the waist rope.  These he
pulled on hard, and Laura gasped as the ropes about her tightened up.

He tied them in place.

Then he turned her once more and we could see that there was still a little
rope left in the single strand he had used to create the diamonds with.
This he threaded through the loop he had tucked under her waist rope to hold
it up, and pulled hard on it, tightening her crotch rope.  He tied it off,
then untied the rope holding her hair.

"Simple, but effective and quite beautiful," he said with a small smile.

Everybody clapped.

Laura stood still, her mind and body exploring her bondage.

"You were a good, obedient subject.  You may go now," our host said.

"Yes, Sir.  Thank you," Laura replied, and she walked back to me.  The way
she walked, I could tell she was really feeling those Ben Wa balls.

"How does it feel?" I asked her as we walked away.

"Wonderful...so tight and the ropes between my legs are fantastic!"  She was
panting with desire, her nipples like hard little rocks.

I stopped her and sucked on them, getting an instant moan from her.  God,
she was making me hard!

"Please...Sir...let me cum!" she begged.

I had been carrying the chains and cuffs I had taken from her.  I held them
up to her face.

"I'm tired of carrying these," I said with a smile.  To her horror I clipped
her nipple clips back onto her very swollen nipples and let everything hang.
The clips were tight enough to take the weight but not enough to really
hurt, but I bet the swinging chains were playing havoc with her senses.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned, her feet shifting, her eyes closed.

I wished she had a clit ring I could lead her around by.

Instead, I took her toe hobbles and locked one tiny manacle to the chain
between her breasts, I used the other one to pull her along with, and my
wife stumbled along behind me, eager to keep the added tension I was putting
on her bound breasts down.

I knew she wouldn't last much longer and I had a quick thought about how I
was going to eventually give her release.  My problem was solved when I saw
an empty seat.

I led Laura over to it and sat down.

"Over my lap, slave!" I ordered and she practically threw herself at me,
landing face down with her butt high in the air.  I arranged her so that her
chains hung free, pulling her breasts downward.  Then, holding tight to
those chains with one hand, I began to spank her moderately hard.

As I hit the still tender welt on her ass she would jump and yelp, but she
wouldn't jump far because her nipples held her down, trapped in the chains I
held in one hand.

Each spank caused her pain and stimulation in two points, something I know
she loves.

I kept up my spanking, varying the strengths and the target each time, and
Laura began her song of passion, her eyes tightly shut, her bound hands now
fists, her unbound legs spread wide and getting wider by the second.

Other people who were nearby stopped to watch as I kept spanking, and were
witness to Laura trying to hump my leg as she tried to gain even more
stimulation from her crotch ropes.

I spanked her even harder now, not caring if I was hitting her welt, and she
bucked about on my lap with enthusiasm.  Her buttocks were bright red and my
hand was getting sore when she finally came, grunting almost as loud as Amy
did, as the torrent of passion overwhelmed her.  From the way she bucked
about, she must have had a multiple, and she almost tore the chains out of
my other hand.  Her nipples and breasts were really going to hurt when she
came down.

I put my hand on her hot little rump and began rubbing, watching as the love
of my life slowly came down.  She was limp over my lap, breathing heavily,
exhausted.

Many of the folk around us smiled and went back to what they were doing, but
one young lady kept watching us.

She was a well-proportioned young woman, her breasts large but with the
tiniest nipples I had ever seen.  Her hair was very short, like a boy's, and
like Amy, she had no pubic hair.

She wore a leather mask that covered her eyes and nose.

She padded over to us and sat on the seat beside me.

I was a little surprised.

Laura couldn't see her because the girl sat at her lower end.  Besides, in
her state I doubt she would have noticed anyway.

"Hi," said the girl.

"Hey!" I said, wondering what she wanted.  She looked to be about nineteen
but I hoped she was older than that.  I noticed that a small padlock kept
her mask from being unfastened.  There was also something around her neck,
maybe the thinnest collar I had ever seen.  It looked like not much more
than a piece of wire, but it did have shape and looked tough.

The girl was staring at Laura's red ass, the four stands of rope dividing
her two globes.  "May I touch, Sir?" she asked.

I stopped rubbing and took my hand away.  Curious, I nodded.

She reached out and let her small fingers caress Laura's cheeks, tracing the
welt left by the cane.

"Hot," she said.

I nodded again.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Don.  What's yours?"

The girl glanced away for a second.  "Is she yours?"

I nodded.  "This is Laura, my wife."

The girl nodded and shaped the name Laura with her lips.

I looked at Laura, catching her eye now that her senses were coming back to
her.  She looked happy and curious as to whom I was talking with.  She told
me later that the only reason she wasn't embarrassed about how she looked
was because the ropes covered her pussy pretty well.

"Are you from the big boat in the bay?" the girl asked me.

"No, but we're parked right next to it.  Our boat is called the 'Kajira'," I
replied.

"Oh."  She continued to caress Laura's backside for a moment longer and then
stood up.  "Thank you, Sir," she said and ran off, her young naked body
looking elegant in its motion.

"Who was that?" Laura asked.

"I don't know.  But then you get to meet all sorts at one of these events,"
I replied.  I helped her to stand and she stood on rubbery legs.

"Wow!  That was incredible!" she said with a smile.

"I know," I replied with a grin, "everybody thought so!"

Laura looked around, her face in a panic.  I think that only now she had
realized that her sexual release had been publicly viewed by dozens of
people.  She turned a bright red.

"Oh God...can we go?" she said.

"What happened to the slave girl I came in here with?" I asked her, noting
her change in personality with a smile.

"She just...er...please Sir, can we go back to the boat?"

I laughed.  "Sure.  I'm getting sleepy anyway."

"Thank you, Sir.  Sir, could a slave ask to be untied?"

"Are you uncomfortable in those ropes?"

Laura pulled a little at her rope bondage, none of the ropes having moved an
iota since being put on her.  "No, not really," she said honestly.

"Well I want to show Ben how you look, so the ropes stay on."

"Yes, Sir," Laura said with a sigh.

I laughed again and took the tiny leash I had made out of her toe hobbles,
and with a yelp, Laura followed me home to the 'Kajira'.

Part 17

I slept well that night, snuggled tightly against the warm soft flesh of my
wife.  I lay spoon fashion with her, tucked in behind so I could reach
around her.  I had one of her breasts cupped in my hand, its weight
comforting, and its softness soothing.  I was quite content to just lay
there forever, listening to the sound of my loved one breathing as she
slept.

How I lived without her before we met, I don't know.  Some would say I
hadn't really lived at all, and I would agree.  Laura was my life, my reason
for being.

I kissed the back of her neck through her hair and let the boat rock me to
sleep.

--==*==--

The next morning we left the cove, the 'DreamBoat' already stolen away in
the night.

Under sail, we made good time and Ben and I watched as our women completed
their morning duties with their natural grace.

Ben had been impressed with Laura's rope bondage the night before, and Amy
had a lot of questions about the nude party, so we hadn't got to bed until
quite late.  This meant for a late departure in the morning, but no one was
especially concerned about it.

The plan was to sail to a neighboring island where there was a town.  We
weren't going to be shaking civilization quite yet.

As the 'Kajira' sped across the water, I couldn't help glancing at Ben as he
stood at the helm.  Dressed only in a pair of shorts, he smoked his pipe as
he drove the boat.  To me he looked a little distracted, but at the time I
didn't know why.

I would have gone over to ask him, but he didn't look like he was in the
mood to talk about such things.  So instead I watched the ladies go about
their work.

I especially loved watching Laura, for I had been inspired by last night's
rope bondage.  In addition to her normal cleaning bondage, my wife also had
to deal with a creation of my own.

I had taken the brown coarse ropes that the Japanese rope master had put on
her and created a body harness that wound up and down each of her limbs.
Both her arms and legs were crossed many times with rope that pulled and
tugged as she moved.  Her torso was also wrapped, with rope twisted about
her breasts and pulled tightly through her crotch.

Every move she made tugged at something or generated a friction somewhere.
 From where I was across the boat, I could see that the rope issuing from the
folds of her pussy had been stained dark by her secretions.

As I watched, she would occasionally pause and shudder a bit as the
sensations became too much for her, then she would look around to see if
anyone had spotted her, invariably catching me watching her.  She would
blush, and smile, but she never quite lost the slight look of desperation on
her face.  I could tell she wondered just how much of this she was going to
have to endure.

Not much more if the state of my arousal was anything to go by.  I was ready
to throw her down on the deck and take her right there!

In fact, I was seriously considering doing just that when Amy screamed!

Amy had just opened the port rope locker, a chest like affair just aft of
the foredeck, and now she stood back against the railings, one arm thrown
across her chest.  It was obvious she had seen something that shocked her
and whatever it was, it was inside the locker.

I headed forward, glancing back at Ben who was busy locking the helm down so
he could come forward too.

When I got to the still open locker, I looked inside and saw what had
startled Amy.

There was someone in the locker.

It was a girl, or young woman, I couldn't tell how old, with her body curled
up tightly as she had to be to fit in the locker.  I could tell she was
female though, because she was completely naked.

Well, not completely.  She had on a leather mask that covered her eyes and
nose, a mask that was locked on with a tiny padlock.  She also wore a very
thin metal collar about her neck, visible only because her hair was so
short.

I recognized her instantly; it was the girl from last night.

She was fast asleep in the locker, her sudden exposure and Amy's scream
doing nothing to wake her.  I reached down and touched her neck; she was
warm and breathing, and I wondered how airtight the locker was and if she
was suffering from lack of oxygen.

Ben came up beside me and stared into the locker.

"She's from the party," I told him.

"You know her?" he asked.

"It's the girl I told you about, the one who showed up at the bench."

Ben's expression was dark, but thoughtful.  He looked up at the women.

Amy was still at the rail behind us, breathing hard but a little more
relaxed.  Laura was across the deck, looking puzzled and a little uncertain
through her arousal.

"You okay, Amy?" Ben asked his companion.

"Yes, Sir."

Ben took off the chain he wore with his master key on it, and handed it to
her.  "Go below, take Laura with you.  Clear the single berth and then
remove all your bondage, both of you.  Find something to wear, your
swimsuits, and something for this girl, and put it in the single berth.
Then the pair of you will stay in our room!"

"Yes, Sir," Amy said, taking in his orders and looking a little better for
it.

"No playing, no talking, watch a video or something," he added.

Amy nodded and she began shuffling toward the stern.

I looked up at Laura, whom I could see wanted to speak.  I gestured for her
to follow her friend, and with a reluctant look, she did so.

"Let's get her out," Ben said to me.

It was a tight fit for this girl, and I wondered how long she had been
trapped in the box.  I say trapped because the latch closes automatically
when the lid is shut, there is no way to undo it from the inside.

I have to say that it was odd handling this nude young woman.  As much as I
have looked at other women since my marriage, the only woman other than my
wife I have actually touched in that state was Amy.  With Amy, there had at
least been an implied consent through Ben, but here there was nothing.  I
helped to pull her out and we unfolded her gently on the deck before getting
a better grip on her for the trip below.

As she lay there, I couldn't help noticing how lovely she was.  I'd be lying
if I said I didn't find her attractive.

I shook that thought out of my head and we carried her below.

We laid her on the bunk in the single berth cabin, a men's shirt already
waiting.  Of the stuff that was stored in here, and the women, there was no
sign.

As we laid her down, she began to stir; I hoped she was waking up.

I took her masked face in my hand and turned it toward me.  Behind the mask
her eyes opened slowly; I saw they were green.

She looked startled for a moment, her eyes darting from me to Ben and back.
She was lying on her back and she brought her arms up but curiously didn't
attempt to cover herself.

"You okay?" I asked dumbly.

She nodded, staring at me.

"Hi, I'm Don; remember me from the party?"  I said gently in an effort to
calm her.

The girl nodded again and did relax a little, although now she was staring
at Ben.

"That's Ben," I told her.  "This is his boat, he's the captain."

"You're not in charge?" she whispered.

"No, Ben has the final word," I said.

The girl stared at Ben, assessing him, I thought.

"Can you tell us who you are and why you were in our rope locker?" I asked
her.

"You're not taking me back, are you?" she asked, reaching up and gripping my
arm.

"Why shouldn't we take you back?  You did come aboard uninvited," Ben said
from the foot of the bunk where he stood.

"Please..." said the girl, some genuine terror in her eyes now.  "Please
don't take me back.  I'll never get away again!"

--==*==--

The three of us were now sitting in the booth, a cup of hot chocolate in
front of our visitor.

She was also wearing the shirt we had given her, but it looked wrong on her
somehow.

When we handed it to her, she just held it until we told her to put it on.
She looked surprised, but did as we asked, looking very awkward as she did
so.  She didn't button it up, she just held the front closed with one hand.

It was still unbuttoned and I couldn't help seeing one tan breast through
the opening from where I sat.  It was distracting.

She smelled the hot chocolate before she drank it, as if it was her first
time trying it.  From the smile she gave us, I could have believed it was.

She was a very curious person.

"Let's start at the beginning, shall we?"  I said, looking over at Ben who
had decided that I should do all the talking.  He just watched us and kept
an eye on the radar and autopilot from where he sat.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Bitch," she said.

"What?"

"Bitch, they call me Bitch.  My full name is Cunt Sucking Bitch, but they
use Bitch for short."  Her voice was tiny, but I could still detect her
island accent.  Who ever she was, she was local.

"That's not a name," I said to her.

"It's...what they call me."

"You must have a real name."

She sighed, and looked at her chocolate.  "I...I used to be called...Kiri,
when I was just a little girl."

"Kiri, that's a nice name.  Can we call you Kiri?"

She looked unsure, but eventually nodded.

"Who called you Bitch, Kiri?"  I asked.

She shook her head.

"It's okay, you can tell us."

"You'll take me back."

"Why don't you want to be taken back?"

She looked straight at me, a hardness suddenly in her eyes.  "Would you want
to be taken back to someone who called you a cunt sucking bitch all the
time!"

I sat back, a little stunned.  Kiri looked back at her drink.  "Sorry, Sir,"
she whispered.

I leaned forward again and she flinched, almost spilling her drink.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you," I said.

She didn't look at me.

"Kiri, did they hurt you?"

Slowly, she nodded.

"How long did they hurt you, Kiri?"

"Since I was small, since mummy sold me."

"Your Mother sold you?" I said, not quite believing her.

Kiri nodded.

"I don't believe you, Kiri."

She stiffened up and looked up at both of us, ready to run I thought.  "It's
true, please believe me, Sir!"

"People don't really sell each other, especially mothers selling their
daughters."

"Mummy...sold me to a man that said he could provide for me better than she
could.  I didn't want to go but she made me.  It was so long ago, but I
still remember."

"How long ago was it?"

Her face scrunched up in thought.  "Eighteen years, maybe."

"How old were you when you were taken?"

"Four."

Now I really was stunned.  Could it be true?

Ben stared at me, his expression shocked.  He raised an eyebrow at me and I
shrugged in reply.  I didn't know if I believed her either.

"Kiri, did they take you...for any particular reason?"

Kiri began an unbelievable tale of how she was raised with other girls of
various ages, taught to read and write but given no other education except
for how to give sexual pleasure.

She spoke haltingly about how she hadn't worn any clothing since she was
bought, and how the many men and women who raised her used that nudity to
train her.  She touched briefly on how when she was old enough, she was lent
out to other men and women for sexual purposes and returned to the island
she was raised on...kept a prisoner on.

So many people.

Ben and I listened, absolutely stunned.  I grew quite sick at the thought of
this child, a woman physically yet a child emotionally, being abused like
that.

It was almost beyond belief.

When she was done, a verbal diarrhea that I think surprised even her, she
just sat and looked down at her cup.

"Kiri, how did you get away?" I asked.

"I was at the party with a woman.  She, like all the others, made sure I
couldn't get away by keeping me on a chain.  But she wanted to have some fun
without me, so she let someone else look after me.  When that man was done,
he left me unchained and wandered off."  She looked up at my face.  "For the
first time in years I was alone.  I...stayed where I was for hours, thinking
that if I moved I would get into trouble.  But then after a while, I grew
really hungry and went to find some food.  After that, I just kept walking
around looking for my...Mistress.

Then I saw you and what you were doing to...Laura.  She was...happy.  I had
never seen anyone look so happy getting spanked like that.  It was like she
wanted it and didn't see it as a punishment at all.  Then I looked at you.
I saw on your face such an expression of love for her that it took my breath
away.

There was no guile, no greed, no lust like I see in your eyes right now,"-I
began to color-"no anger or suspicion as I see in Captain Ben's eyes,"-Ben
just watched her passively, his arms folded in front of him-"just love, love
for her.  I wondered if you were just pretending, how could you really do
what you appeared to be doing and still show such love.  I had to see, I had
to find out if she was really getting spanked, Master."

"I'm not your Master, Kiri.  No one is any more," I told her.

She took a deep breath.  "Sorry...Don."

"Go on with your story."

"Yes.  I just asked you if you were from the boat out of curiosity, I didn't
think you were actually from one.  When I left you, all I could think of was
how happy your woman looked and how happy you were to be with her.

"You...hadn't been treating her any differently than a lot of the ways I
have been treated, yet she was with you willingly and I could see that she
loved what you were doing.

"I followed you out of the party and watched when the small boat took you
away.

"I...er...couldn't stay.  I couldn't go back.  I decided to swim out to your
boat, but I had to get up the nerve to leave."  She took a big swig of what
was left of her chocolate and slowly wiped away the chocolate mustache it
had given her.  "I sat on the beach for hours, scared to go back and scared
to go on.  I kept expecting Mistress to come charging up to me, screaming
about how I had escaped and how she would punish me.  I also kept seeing
Laura's eyes, and her bliss.

"Before I knew it, I was in the water."

"I swam hard until I reached your boat; it was an easy swim, it's one thing
I do very well.

"I climbed aboard and got scared again.  What if you just sent me back to
shore again?

"I debated knocking on the door for a long time, but I knew I couldn't swim
back nor could I risk you taking me back so soon.  So I found a hiding place
and got stuck.  I didn't know it was going to lock me in.  It wasn't bad at
first, but it got harder to breath and...that's all I remember."

Kiri smiled at me and I knew we were in trouble.

--==*==--

Ben and I were sitting alone at the stern, the sail down, the boat drifting
with the ocean currents.  No land was in sight, but Ben had mentioned that
it was just over the horizon.

We had just finished telling our women what Kiri had told us, and, after
looking at us like we were idiots for leaving her alone, they both went
below to comfort her.

It was typical behavior for both women, they were the kind of people that
would bring in a bird with a broken wing and nurse it back to health.

"So," I said, staring at the horizon.

"So," Ben replied, into his second pipe of the day.

"What do we do now?"

Ben shrugged.  "That depends on if you believe her story."

"Do you?" I asked.

"I wouldn't want to risk it not being true," he said after a good think.

"I think she's telling the truth," I admitted.

Ben shrugged and got up, pacing the deck.

"Ben, what's bugging you?  Ever since the party you've been withdrawn, even
for you."

He looked over at me, a serious expression on his face.  "Business," he
said.

I didn't buy it, he was supposed to be vacationing from business; a promise
made to Amy that he wouldn't make any calls to do with it.

We stayed silent for a little while.

"Maybe we should pass her on to the local constabulary!" I said.

"No, that would be a very bad idea," Ben replied.

"Why?"

"You heard her.  Her accent tells us she's local.  Her story tells us that
whatever has been going on has been operating for years.  Something that
well dug in has to have an ear or two in the local law.  If we pass her on,
she may wind up right back where she was running from."

"If we believe her story!" I said.

"Yeah, if it's true."

"So what do we do then; keep her with us for the rest of our cruise?"

Ben chuckled.  "I don't see the womenfolk letting us do that, do you?  They
feel sorry for her right now, but just wait.  That young lady just oozes
sex; it's not her fault, it was how she was brought up.  But soon Amy and
Laura will not be able to help themselves wondering if the girl isn't
dispensing favors.  I know it seems unlikely, but it's true.  Keeping her
with us will only cause problems."

"What then, drop her off on an island somewhere?"

"No.  I have a better idea."  It couldn't have been a good idea, he didn't
seem all that thrilled by it.

"What?"

"I...met some men aboard the 'DreamBoat', who could help us.  I'll give them
a call."

"What men?"

Ben shook his head and went below, to use his cell phone as I later found
out.

--==*==--

Twenty minutes later the sail was raised again and we continued on our way
with Ben at the helm.  He refused to say anything more about the 'DreamBoat'
except that we would be meeting up with it in a couple of days to transfer
Kiri to it.

It was an hour before we saw the women again; all three came up from below.
Amy and Laura were in their red bikinis and Kiri still wore her shirt.  She
also still had on her mask.

She stood between the two women, looking around with a smile.  All three of
them were smiling which was a good sign.

"Sir, can we go sit on the foredeck?"  Amy asked Ben.

Ben nodded and the women began to move.

"Wait," I said.  "Kiri, would you like us to take that mask off your face?"

"Yes, Sir.  I have had it on for several days now and it itches."

"I'll meet you on the foredeck."

I went below and found the toolbox, digging out the bolt cutters that Ben
had used on some of my locks.  I brought it up on deck.

The women were on the foredeck, Amy lying flat on the deck on a towel she
had brought up, Laura and Kiri on the deck chairs side by side.

I approached them and showed them the tool in my hands (the bolt cutters,
you perverts).

Laura whispered to Kiri and the girl turned her head so that the lock was
visible.

As I cut through it, I wondered what had been said between these three
women; they seemed obviously at ease with each other.

The hasp snapped and I lifted it away from the mask before removing the mask
itself.

Kiri looked up at me, and I have to say I wasn't disappointed.

I glanced over at Laura, who was giving me an appraising look.

"Feel better?" I asked, but who was I asking.

Kiri raised a hand and rubbed her face.  Her skin held an imprint of the
mask, but I figured it would fade in a short while.

"Yes, Sir," she said, smiling.  "Thank you."

"You don't have to call me Sir," I said to her.

"But Sir, Laura and Amy explained to me how you and Captain Ben rule as
their Masters.  It is not for me to call you by name."

"Amy and Laura have given themselves to us by their own choice, and Ben and
I have gladly accepted the responsibility of being their Masters.  But you
had no choice, and we hold no position over you.  You're a free woman, never
having to suffer as a slave again."

"Sir, you're mistaken.  I must have given you the wrong impression," Kiri
said.

I frowned.  "What do you mean mistaken?"

"I was not running away from my slavery; I live to serve others.  I was
running away from the abuse I was forced to take.  I came to you because you
showed me at the party that there can be service without abuse, that a
Master can be caring and loving to his slave, that true happiness in slavery
can be found.

"Master, I came to be with you!"

Part 18

I stood stunned.  Kiri risked her life to be with me?

Laura stood up, her face a dark cloud.  "Wait a minute, Honey!  I think we'd
better get one thing straight!  My husband is NOT in the market for another
woman!"

"Laura's right," I added, finding my voice, "I'm sorry, Kiri, but you're
mistaken if you think I'm going to take you in.  I'm sorry about your past
and all, but there's no way I'm looking to add to my domestic situation."

Kiri raised an eyebrow.  "But what about Amy?  You certainly want to add HER
to your...domestic situation."

I blushed, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Amy watching us.

"That's different," Laura said defensively.

"Why?"  Kiri asked, her expression calm and friendly.  "Laura, you aren't
happy with the way your Master has been wanting her!"

"That's not true.  I don't mind at all," mumbled Laura.

Kiri got up and approached my wife, her shirt falling open again.  She stood
directly in front of Laura and took her by the shoulders.  "Dear Laura, it's
okay.  You can be jealous, you can be angry.  It's normal and it's healthy
for you to feel that way.  But you need not fear me, Laura.  I am not here
to steal your Master away from you.  I can do nothing to break apart the
love I see between you, and neither do I want to.  It is true that your love
for each other is what brought me here, but I came not to take that love
away, but to learn how to love for myself!  But this thing between you and
Amy and your Master, you can't lie to me about that.  What you say is not
what's in your heart.  It's in his, but not yours.  You and Amy share a
different path."

"Who are you?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.

"I am...someone who was taught to see a person's desires, so I could better
fulfill them, Sir.  I see all that is in your eyes, your heart.  I see your
love for Laura, your lust for Amy, your lust for myself.  I see Laura's love
for you, and for Amy, and her lust for Captain Ben.  I see in Amy her love
for you, dear Laura, and her love for Captain Ben and...something else I
have yet to figure out.  Our dear captain, he does not like me, yet he too
desires me.  But he wants you more, Laura, almost as much as he wants this
little girl of his.  Captain Ben is a powerful man, you would do well not to
anger him."

We stood silent for a moment, and I looked toward the stern where Ben sat
steering the boat.  He was watching us, but I knew he hadn't heard anything,
we were too far away.

I looked back at this strange woman, who stood before us, unashamed of her
nakedness as her shirt flapped open in the breeze.  Who was she?

Amy got up and walked toward Kiri.  "I guess all our secrets are out in the
open now."

"No, not all," Kiri replied with a look at Amy.

"Why did you...expose us like that?"  I asked.

"Sir, I said nothing that all of you didn't know already," said Kiri with a
bow of her head.

I turned to look at Laura.  She was watching the deck, and glanced in my
direction, then Amy's.  Needless to say, we all needed a little time to
digest this moment.

I could see that we were rapidly approaching the island town, a place that
Kiri might not want to be seen in.  Given her possible history, I didn't
want her seen with us either.

"Kiri, go below to your cabin," I ordered.

"Yes, Sir.  As you command," she said, and immediately left us.

I waited for her to leave before speaking again.  "You guy's okay?"

Amy turned to me.  "So, you lust after me huh?" she said with a smile.  She
walked away toward Ben.  I turned to Laura and met another expression, one
of fear.  "I'm sorry," she said.  "Sir, may I leave?"

"Were you lying to me, about what you said to me concerning Amy?"

"Sir...Don...this really isn't the time to discuss it," she said, her eyes
lowered as if she didn't dare look in my face.

I stared at her for a moment, angry, yet not knowing the cause...well not
admitting it to myself anyway.  "Go below, our cabin.  Talk to no one."

Laura nodded and padded away.  My eyes observed her bare ass, the thong of
her bikini bottom giving it no covering at all, her hair brushing against
the cheeks in a way I knew drove her nuts.  But my mind was not on how sexy
she looked, instead it was on what Kiri said about Laura.  Did my wife lie
to me when she said she wanted me to move on Amy?

Who was this girl that had come into our lives?

I went aft, passing Ben and Amy, who sat at the helm.  Amy looked like she
was telling Ben what had been said.  I caught his eye but said nothing as I
went below.

I went to our cabin first, and found Laura curled up on the bunk.  She
looked worried.

"Strip," I told her.

She quickly undid the ties that held her bikini on and soon sat naked.

"Hand," I said, digging in the drawer that held our bondage equipment.

Laura held out one hand, nervous as to what I was planning.

I cuffed the hand with a handcuff, the other cuff passed through and locked
to the bed railing.

"Think about telling me the truth," I said, leaving her alone.

I went to the single berth, another set of handcuffs in my hand.

Kiri was also on the bunk, but she didn't look nervous or worried.  She
seemed somewhat content.

"Strip!"  I ordered.

In seconds she was naked, and now she looked a little apprehensive.

I cuffed her the same way I had cuffed my wife.

"We'll be pulling into port soon," I told her.  "Stay quiet and you won't be
discovered."

"Yes, Sir," she answered.

I stared at her for a moment, before leaving her alone.

I went up on deck.

"Don, what did you do?" Ben asked me.

"The girl is locked in her cabin.  I don't want her wandering around the
boat while we're ashore, do you?" I asked him.

"No...I don't.  I agree," he answered.

"Laura won't be joining us," I added.

"Don, Amy told me what Kiri said to you all," Ben said slowly.  "Try not to
take anything she says as gospel."

"Why not?  She seems pretty accurate to me!"

"Is she?  Is she accurate about Laura?"

I looked forward at the bay we were sailing into and the town beyond.
"That's what I need to find out," I answered.

--==*==--

Our stay in town was somewhat brief, only a couple of hours.  Ben had the
fuel for the engine topped off, and then we spent time resupplying our
perishable goods.

Ben and I had both pulled on shirts and shoes to go with our shorts, but all
Amy had added was a short skirt that allowed me to admire her dancer's legs
as we walked through the town.

Yes, I was in lust with Amy.

I had been so ever since we really got to know each other online, oh so long
ago, and now that I had met her, that feeling had intensified.  As I watched
her nearly naked body dance about the crowds of locals, I thought about
those feelings and if I was just kidding myself.

Would it be right to Laura to continue pursuing the possibility of something
more intimate with Amy?

If Laura really HAD a problem with me and Amy, then of course I would stop.
But did she know what she wanted?

IF I listened to Kiri, then Laura DID know what she wanted.  Amy!

Shit.

And what about Ben?  Kiri says he wants my wife and that she wants him!  But
she didn't say anything about Amy wanting me!

If I'm the one with lust in my heart, why do I feel that I'm the only one
who is not going to get anything.

As I walked with my friends, I realized that I needed to talk to Ben alone.

--==*==--

I got my chance before we got back to the 'Kajira'.  We stopped at a
sidewalk cafe within sight of the boat, and Amy received instructions to go
on ahead with the supplies and get them stowed before seeing to everyone's
needs.

Ben and I sat and ordered coffee.

"Okay Don, what's bothering you?" he asked.

"Shit...too much and nothing at all," I replied, sipping my bitter brew.

"That narrows it down," Ben said with a smile.  "Let me guess.  You're
bugged by our stowaway's predictions.  You wonder why she didn't predict a
happy liaison between you and Amy, but one between everybody else."

"Jesus, Ben!"  I said.

"What, you don't think I have a brain?  We've spent a lot of time together,
my friend.  Even though we never met before this trip, I know how you think.
You think I was surprised by what she said?  Hardly.  You don't exactly keep
your emotions secret.  I know you want to bonk Amy; hell, we talked about
this earlier!  And yeah, I would not mind spending a night with your wife,
hell, I wouldn't mind a whole week, and now it seems she wouldn't mind
either!  And you're surprised?  Wasn't it you who was trying to push this
whole situation on us from the beginning?"

"Yeah, well.  How can anything happen now?" I said.  "Who knows what's
really in Laura's head.  You know what she told me earlier?  That she WANTED
me to go ahead with Amy, but that I'd have to wait for Amy to want to as
well.

"But now according to a woman we just met, Laura doesn't want that at all!
Laura lied to me and I'd like to know why!

"I'd like to know if it is true."

"And if it is?"

"I...don't know."

"Well.  At the very least, lying will earn her some punishment," Ben said
blandly.

"Oh cut that out!  This is more serious than just fun and games."

"Fun and games, Don?  This is not, and never has been, just fun and games.
You know our history, Don, how adopting the rules and regulations of BDSM
helped pull Amy and I back from the brink.  It was what got Amy cleaned up!
That girl was a major junkie when I found her and now she's been clean for
years, all because of these...fun and games!"

"I'm sorry," I said, meaning it.

"Don, long ago when you guys asked us for help in establishing your own
Dom/sub relationship, we told you that there would be easy times and hard
times.  Well friend, this is one of the hard ones.  You guys said you were
committed to this.  Are you?"

I nodded.  I knew we were both committed to making our BDSM lifestyle work.

"Then act like it.  Find out if Laura lied to you, and punish her for that
lie.  BUT, don't ignore why she lied to you.  If she really has a problem
about this trip, then that is something we are all going to have to address.
But don't ignore her feelings and views.  As the dominant partner, you have
to be able to take her wants and needs into account, or you're nothing but
an abuser.  You're not an abuser, Don."

"Thanks.  And if Laura wasn't lying?"

Ben paused.  "You go talk to your wife, and I'll go talk to Amy.  If the two
of them aren't wholly against the possibility of exploring our relationships
further, then later tonight I have a plan."

"What about Kiri?"  I asked.

"You got her locked up in her cabin?  Well, she can stay there."

--==*==--

Laura lay nude on our bunk, her hand still cuffed to the railing, her golden
hair spread out across her body.

It always struck me how incredibly beautiful she was when like this, reduced
to her basic elements.  No artificial fronts like clothes or make up to hide
behind, no civilized manners to cloud her real feelings.  A woman nude, and
helpless in that nudity, is one with nothing to hide.  Only then can you
truly find out about the real person.

She looked up at me, her expression one of worry.  Wisely, she said nothing.

At that moment, I doubted what I had come here to do.  Ben said that the
path we had chosen to take had to be walked to the end or the journey was
worthless.  I had to be Laura's Dom, as well as her husband.

I pulled myself together.

"Okay, let's hear it," I said.  "I know you've probably been rehearsing in
your head what you want to say to me."

"I love you," she said to me, hesitating at first but building in confidence
as she continued.  "I also love Amy, but not like I love you.  We're like
sisters, but you know that, don't you?"

I nodded.

"What I told you about Amy and I fantasizing about each other is true, and
about everything between us on this trip as well.  What wasn't true was how
easy it is for me to think of you and her together.  I'm jealous...of your
attraction to her.  I know you love me and I know that I still come first
with you, but it's hard thinking of you and her together, her with that
tight little body that I wish I could slim down to."

She paused, and looked away.

I sat for a moment with her, and heard the engine start up as Ben prepared
to set sail.

I waited until the boat began moving before speaking.

"Laura, I do love you and you know you have no reason to doubt that love.
But as Ben reminded me earlier, we have chosen a lifestyle where lying, for
either of us, isn't an option any more.

"I understand your feelings, your doubts, and we'll address them.  But you
do realize that I can't let the lie go unpunished."

"Yes, Sir," she said, looking down.

"As for Amy and me, if you want it not to happen, it won't.  But make up
your mind."

Laura sighed, and climbed off the bunk.  It was awkward with her hand cuffed
to the rail, but she got down on her knees and assumed her 'Total Slave'
position, knees wide, hands behind her head, eyes on my crotch.

"Master," she said, "this slave submits to you totally, and will not protest
any decision Master makes, ANY decision!"

I took a deep breath, and made a decision.  "So be it!"

--==*==--

Once we cleared the bay, Ben ordered Amy to strip, and with a look at me she
did so.

We were all at the stern of the 'Kajira', Laura having been left below with
orders to remain kneeling.

I had nodded to Ben when I came up on deck, and now he was preparing to turn
the helm over to me.

"Just follow the course changes and watch for rocks," he said.  "It should
only take us an hour to get there.  I'll be back by then."

I nodded and took the wheel in my hands, watching the compass and the map.

Ben and Amy went below.

Alone on deck, I had time to think.  I had expected that Laura and I would
discover something about ourselves on this trip, but it was turning out to
be one of the defining moments of our lives.

I wondered about those who found it easy to be casually intimate beyond
their life partners.

I remembered one guy I met online, who bragged about how he and his wife
were not afraid to try anything!  From swinging at BDSM parties to dogs,
from stripping live in clubs to meeting the navy for sailor gangbangs, this
couple loved to try it all.

I often wondered how they found it so easy.

Maybe if Laura and I lived in a more permissive part of the country, where
we could share our kink with others at 'Munches' and the like, the thought
of sharing ourselves might be easier to handle.  But that just wasn't the
way it was at home.  We were alone there, our only contact with like minds
coming over our computer.

For all we knew, half the town might be into the same things we were, but no
one was talking.

Yes, some people found it very easy.

I wondered if Kiri found it easy.  How many people had she been forced to
service over the years?  Her story was incredible and I still didn't know
whether to believe it or not.

If it was true...

What horrors!

Ben came up just as we were rounding a large island.  He took the helm from
me and steered us toward a sandy shoreline.

I watched him for clues as to how it went with Amy, but he gave away
nothing.

"We can barbecue on the beach," he said.  "I have Amy preparing the food
right now.  She could use a little help, or is Laura permanently resigned to
cabin duty?" Ben asked with a slight smile.

"I can let her go," I said.

"Good.  So, was it a lie?" he asked.

I nodded.

"When are you planning to take care of it?"

"Tonight, sometime."

"It's best you do it soon, don't let it fester."

"I will," I said, looking up at him.

He nodded.  "Perhaps after, we can play with that new toy we bought at the
party."

I chuckled.  "You sure Laura will be up to it?"

"I think she will," Ben said, smiling.

--==*==--

We anchored close off shore and I went below to free my wife.  "Total Slave
rules," I told her.

"Yes, Master," she replied, and crawled on all fours out of the cabin.

I went to see our guest.

She sat cross-legged, naked on her bunk, her hand still cuffed to the rail
as I had left her.  Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was
meditating.

Her position left little to the imagination.

"Wake up!" I said, a little harsher than I had intended.

She opened her eyes, but didn't curl up as any other woman might have done
having been suddenly caught in such a revealing position.

Maybe she WAS telling the truth about having been nude for most of her life,
she certainly hadn't shown us any of the unconscious mannerisms that betray
our socially imprinted modesties.

I unlocked her cuffs and tossed her the shirt we had given her.  This time
she put it on but she still didn't button it.  I waited until she had it on
and cuffed her hands together in front of her.  As I did so, I thought that
if she was telling us the truth, that I had no right subjecting her to
further discipline, but to be honest, I didn't trust her.

"I don't trust you," I said to her, at the same time wondering why I was
giving her the run of the boat again.

"I know, Sir."

I glared at her.  "Cut that crap out as well.  No more unwanted revelations
from you, understand?"

"Yes, Sir.  As you command," she said, bowing her head.

"Go help the women," I ordered and left the cabin.

On deck once again, I helped Ben launch our rowboat and we went ashore.  We
gathered together enough wood for a decent campfire and prepared a picnic
site before heading back to the boat.

As we boarded the 'Kajira', I said to Ben "I'm going to need that cane
again."

--==*==--

All five of us were on the stern.  Ben sat at the helm, pipe in his mouth,
Amy kneeling on the deck at his feet.  Kiri knelt next to the hatch in her
shirt, cuffed wrists lying on her lap.  I stood next to my wife, who was
bent over the railing on side of the boat, her wrists bound to her feet,
forcing her bare ass up high.

Everyone looked apprehensive about what was about to happen, including Ben.
Kiri looked a little confused as well, but said nothing.

I held the cane in my hand, and stood ready, my heart thumping in my chest.
I also envied those folk who did this for pleasure; how they found this
easy, I don't know.

"Laura," I said, "before I start, I just want to make sure that you
understand why I'm doing this.  I'm punishing you for lying to me, but not
for what you lied to me about.  I hope you can appreciate the difference."

Gagged, Laura couldn't voice her reply, so instead she nodded.

"Five strokes," I told her, and heard Amy suck in a breath.  I looked over
at Amy.  She alone here knew what five strokes of the cane would be like.
Then I caught Kiri's eye, and saw that she too must have experienced the
cane at some point.

I took my stance, and began.

I swung hard, placing each blow with frightening precision.  Each swing
elicited a muffled cry from Laura and I had to steel myself for the next
one.

The last one I laid in diagonally, crossing the previous four stripes.  I
knew that the double struck areas would burn even hotter.

Once done, I handed the cane back to Ben, who took it below.  Laura I left
where she was, crying softly into her gag.

I looked down at Amy, who knelt naked on the deck, her eyes lowered.

"Doing that isn't easy," I said to her, wanting to purge the guilt I felt at
hurting my wife.

"Receiving it isn't either...Sir," Amy said.

Ben came back up.  "Lets go," he ordered.  He and the two women piled into
the rowboat and he took them ashore.  The plan was for them to start cooking
right away while I waited onboard with Laura.

I padded over and took a look at her buttocks.  The single stripe I had laid
on her a few days before was still visible, but the five I had just placed
on her seemed to glow against her skin.  Her normally tanned behind seemed
white as a ghost against the marks.

I wondered how it felt.

I didn't want to know.

Presently I let her go, removing all her bonds.  I could see that she wanted
to rub her ass but held off doing so.

Instead, I took her in my arms and held her tightly, letting her cry it all
out.

I wanted to tell her I was sorry, but that would have undermined the
discipline we were seeking, so instead I just told her how beautiful she was
and how much I loved her.

In the end, she calmed down and we kissed, long and passionately.

Her nude body rubbed against my shirtless one and I felt my passion rise at
the feel of her soft body, her breasts pushing into my chest and rubbing
themselves on the thick hair.

Our passions grew and soon we dropped to our knees, and then our backs.

Laura winced as she put weight on her butt and I rolled over so she could be
on top.

Wordless, she undid the fastener of my shorts and pulled them off me,
climbing back onto my body as soon as she could.  She dove onto me, her lips
finding mine, a probing tongue pushing its way deep into me.

I caressed her back and her breasts, carefully kneading those soft mounds as
I enjoyed how her groin rubbed against mine.

Laura was panting now, her eyes closed.  She raised her hips and surrounded
me in a single stroke, making me almost cum right there.

We moved together in passion, our hearts meeting as we made love on the bare
deck.  She rode me like a rodeo star, eyes tight shut and singing her song
of love.  I watched in amazement as she began to cum, then lost control
myself as my own orgasm overtook me.

It felt like forever until it ended, and when done I lay tired and sore on
the deck.

Laura wasn't done though; she continued to stroke me slowly until her own
climax ended, before collapsing on my chest.

Her legs, which had been straddling my body, moved down and straightened so
that she lay full on top of me.  What she hadn't done was pull herself off
me; I was still nestled comfortably inside her, our juices mixing.

As our breathing relaxed, I held her close to me, and Laura began to cry
again.

I can't say I understood, but that was okay.  She could cry all she wanted
to, she was my wife, and I loved her.

Part 19

Hot dogs were on the menu tonight, and with this family food, a family
atmosphere of sorts began to fill the uncomfortable void between us all.

After looking dubiously at her food, Kiri told us that she had never had hot
dogs before, which prompted more questions about her unusual past from the
ladies.

Ben and I quickly put a stop to that topic however, preferring to stay away
from whatever this intruder had to say.  Instead, conversation rotated
around the trip so far and what plans Ben had for the rest of the cruise.
Nothing was said about Laura's punishment, nor how she lay in the sand face
down, her newly striped buttocks on display in the growing darkness.

Ben was evasive about our short-term future, but not in a bad way.  He
smiled a lot and made cryptic references to other islands we were to go to,
and human sacrifices and other unusual past times.  Amy teased him gently,
and Ben smiled at her in a rare show of his deep affection for her.  It
wasn't that the man didn't have emotions; it was just that he was a lot more
restrained in how he showed them, especially in our mixed company.

It was after all our wieners had been eaten (the hot dogs, folks) and we'd
had time to digest, when Ben winked at me.  It was time to play.

I kinda wondered about doing so with Kiri with us, but it had been an
unusual day and we all needed the release.

"You ladies stay here," Ben ordered, getting up and dusting sand from his
pants, "We have some stuff to collect from the boat."

The women watched curiously as Ben and I rowed out to the 'Kajira' and
loaded some items we had stored in a locked locker on the deck.

When we got back, they were even more curious, because they couldn't readily
identify one of the things we had brought.

Ben and I laid out in the sand a large sheet of bright red latex shaped into
a circle about eight feet in diameter, unfolding it carefully from the tight
package it had been stored in.

"We bought this at the party; we thought you might like it," I told them.

"What is it?" Laura asked, her upper body supported by her elbows, giving me
a wonderful look at her generous cleavage.

"You'll see, slave girl!"  I chuckled and Laura smiled, her first real smile
since we came ashore before dinner.

I picked about the edge of the circle while Ben put together another piece
of equipment.  Finding the fold I was looking for, I began to peel the
circle in half edgewise, revealing that it was made of many layers of
plastic rather than just one.

It didn't peel all the way though, just enough to reveal a sleeping bag
sized pocket going down the middle.

Ben brought over some plastic tubing attached to small masks, and we were
ready to begin.

"Amy, front and center!" Ben yelled smartly, and just as smartly, the naked
girl jumped up and knelt before him, a smile on her face.

Ben grinned and crouched down.  "This won't hurt," he said.  He took one of
the masks and fitted it over her nose.  The mask held two black plastic
tubes in her nostrils, tubes that were fairly stiff but flexible enough to
bend as we needed them.  The tubes were long enough to bend and drape over
her head.

"In, feet first," he said, and with a look of understanding, Amy slid into
the pouch I had made in the latex circle.  She had evidently caught on that
this was some kind of latex bondage device, the tubes in her nose there for
her to breath.

Laura and Kiri had also caught on, but Laura was surprised when I called her
over.

She came over slowly, and again I wondered if she could handle this in her
recently caned condition.  So did she!

"Sir?" she said, looking at where Amy lay face up in the plastic shell I
held.  That we were planning to put both women inside at the same time was
now obvious.

"If you don't feel up to it, let me know now," I said softly, wondering how
her butt must feel.

She looked uncertainly at Amy, then smiled.  "It'll be fun in there with
her.  I'll do it!"

I laughed and Ben fitted her with a nose mask like Amy's.

Laura began to gingerly crawl in feet first as Amy had, when I stopped her.

"Head first," I said with a smile, "and lie on top of Amy."

Laura giggled and turned around, lying on top of her friend, belly to belly.

Amy alternated between a grin and a frown as my wife settled on her and
gazed up at Laura's feet.

"A small adjustment," I told them, grabbing Laura's ankles and pulling until
Laura's groin reached Amy's face.

Behind her mask, Amy looked startled and she looked to Ben for conformation.

He just laughed.  "We thought you ladies might like some quality time with
each other!"

"Oh...Thank you, Sir!" Amy said slowly, and Laura looked over her shoulder
with a grin.  Her face would also be in Amy's snatch.

"Laura, feel ahead with your hands to the bottom of the pouch.  There should
be a small hole, do you feel it?"  I asked.

"Yes, Sir," she said after a moment.

"Take the hoses coming from your nose and push the ends through that hole."

After a pause, she said she had done so.

"Can you breath okay though your nose?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"How about you, Amy?"

"Fine, Sir."

"Okay girls, find a comfortable place to put your arms and get busy!"  I
chuckled.

With a smile and a laugh, both women began to do in front of us something
they had only done once before in private.  That they were doing it at all
right now was amazing.

I looked over at Ben who must have had the same thought, for he winked at me
and dragged over a final piece of equipment.

I pulled the tubes Amy needed to breath through out so the ends stuck out
beyond the edge of the latex disk.  Then I walked around until I found the
tubes Laura was breathing though and attached a special clip to them so that
they wouldn't accidentally pull back.

Ben was fitting a hose from the scuba air tank we had brought over to a
hidden fitting in the latex and opened the valve.

There was a hissing noise and the latex began to ripple for a few seconds
before rising like a cake.  Unknown to the women inside, the latex sheet was
made of more layers than they thought.

As the mound grew, I happened to look over at Kiri, who knelt by the fire,
her hands still cuffed in front of her.  She watched us all with a casual
smile and I wondered what her fingers were doing down in her lap.

Turning back to the ladies in the latex, I could see that the mound had
grown into a hemisphere, a bright red dome on the sandy shore of this
tropical island.

The place where the women had crawled in had self-sealed as the dome took
shape, but it wasn't done.  I attached a similar clip to Amy's breathing
tubes as I had to Laura's.

Ben, watching the pressure gauge on the tanks kept the air flowing, and the
dome began to lift as the latex under it filled.

Up, like a growing balloon, which technically this was, rose the dome that
now resembled a half inflated eight-foot ball, which technically this also
was.

As the air pressure grew, the ball took on its shape, lifting the women
inside and trapping them together in a special pocket right in the middle.
The position we had placed them in would now be impossible for them to
change; they now had no choice but to live with each other's faces in their
crotches.

I hoped they enjoyed it!

Once the ball was complete, Ben let the pressure build up inside for a
minute and then shut off the valve, detaching the hose so the ball lay free
of everything.

"Man, that looks cool!"  I said, smiling.

Ben laughed.  "Let's make sure they're still alive!"

The clips I had placed on the ends of the air hoses were colored blue, so
finding them on the red background of the ball was easy.  I put my ear to
one and heard the labored breathing of one of the women.  Ben, who had
listened to the other hose, gave me a thumbs up.  Both women were still
functioning.

"How long do we give them?" I asked.

"Twenty minutes this first time," he said.

I nodded and cautiously began pushing on the ball.  The surface was quite
solid and it rolled easily at my touch.

"Care for a game?" I said, and rolled the ball a few feet in Ben's
direction.

 From deep inside, I thought I heard squeals of indignation.  I ignored them.

"Sure!" he said with a smile, and he and I rolled the ball between us,
tumbling the women in their prison over and over.

At one point, I swore I heard a scream from inside, and Ben chuckled.  "No
matter what I do, I just can't get her to be quiet when she cums!"

I laughed.

Presently the time was up, and we positioned the ball in as close an
approximation of its original position as we could, and Ben let the air out.

The women we dragged out were flushed; sweaty and grinning like maniacs.
Laura's grin had a touch of pain added.

"Damn that was hard on my ass!" she exclaimed, "But that was some VERY
intense bondage!

"No kidding!" Amy added, her face glistening with Laura's juices.  "Wow!"

"Did either of you cum?" I asked innocently.

Both women looked sheepish.  "Do we have to tell you EVERYTHING, Sir?"  Amy
said, beginning to blush.

We all laughed.

"Who wants to go again?" Ben said with a big smile.  "We have air enough for
one more try."

"I'd love to but I think I'm going to sit this one out, no lie this one
out," Laura replied.

"Sure!" Amy said, volunteering.  "Only this time for longer?  Please?"

Ben nodded and Amy dove back in, shortly to be suspended alone inside the
eight-foot sphere.

"So that's what happened!"  Laura said, standing next to the towering ball.

"Couldn't you tell?"  I asked.

"God, you couldn't tell anything except that up wasn't always in the same
direction.  It was so tight in there, pressed hard against Amy, and my mouth
was full of...her!"  She blushed.

I laughed again and watched as Laura rolled Amy around the beach.

"Kiri!" she yelled.  "Come play!"

Kiri got up on her feet, smiling, and I could see she was glad to be finally
invited to join in.

Perhaps I had been too hard on her; after all, she was only doing what she
had been trained to do.  If only it hadn't started out so scary!

Ben and I sat down by the fire and watched the women play as the last of the
sun's light faded from the sky.  In the fire light, Laura's naked body
looked like that of a wild woman, her long hair flying about as she moved,
the stripes on her butt like war paint of an unusual sort.  Kiri looked like
a sex kitten, her unbuttoned shirt flapping about her body, both revealing
the treasures beneath and hiding them.

The women laughed as they played on the beach, and I hoped that poor Amy
trapped in the middle didn't get sick from all the moving about.

Eventually we let her out though, and taught the women how to fold up the
ball and put it in its carrying case.

Then we sat or laid around the fire once more, relaxed in each other's
company.  We even took off Kiri's handcuffs, and with our permission, she
took off her shirt.

"I feel very strange with it on," she told us.  "It feels so wrong to wear
it; we were never allowed but the briefest of coverings."

We watched the stars and talked of inconsequential things, Kiri asking
questions of life beyond the islands, which we did our best to answer.

She also asked what was to become of her, but all Ben told any of us was
that we would be met here in a couple of days by some people who would be
able to look after Kiri and see that she was introduced to normal life
successfully.

It was a cryptic answer, but Ben had his reasons for playing close to his
chest.

Too bad I didn't know what they were at the time.

Eventually it was time to head back to the boat.  Laura and I debated
sleeping on the beach, but the sand flies were getting pretty active, so we
decided against it.  Besides, our relatively soft bunk would be kinder to
Laura's welts.

And so, once again, the 'Kajira' rocked us all to sleep.

--==*==--

We were boarded in the early hours of the morning.

I woke to find two hooded men standing in our small cabin, each holding
handguns.

Laura, as usual was sleeping nude with her hands bound behind her, she could
not protect herself from the eyes of the men, and she rolled against me.

I too was nude, but at least I had my hands free.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Shut up.  Get out of bed, both of you!"

I crawled out.  "Let me get something for us to wear," I said.

"No, get her out of bed!"

"At least let me untie her hands."

"No!"

Quite afraid, for Laura more than myself, I helped my wife out of the bunk.
When she was standing, she turned to face me, burying her body against mine.

One of the men grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away, spinning her to
face them.

"Hey!" I yelled.

One of them raised his gun and the step I was going to take never came.

The men regarded my beautiful nude wife for a moment, then looked at each
other.  Then one of them stepped out of the cabin.

"Follow!" ordered the one who remained and we did so, Laura walking in front
of me.

As I passed the man, he ordered me to stop, and in seconds had my hands
bound behind my back with a plastic cable tie.

Now as much as I like bondage, I hate being bound myself; this was looking
worse and worse.

We kept going, and were led up on deck.  A larger cruiser was parked next to
us with more men aboard, all hooded to mask their identities.  All stopped
talking to look at my wife, and in the light from the masthead, I could see
her tear up in humiliation.  I wanted to comfort her, but there was nothing
I could do.

A few seconds later two more men came up from below with Kiri between them,
nude, with her hands fastened behind her with a cable tie like my own.  She
also wore a leather bag over her head, blinding her totally.

One of the men stepped forward.  "Bitch, you should have known better!" he
said to her.

Her body stiffened and I knew then that these men weren't pirates; they were
monsters of a different sort.  They had come for their property, they had
come for Kiri.

 From below came yet another group.  Two masked men with Amy and Ben in tow.

Amy had handcuffs on, keeping her hands behind her while Ben was cable tied
like me.  Both were nude, and Ben looked groggy from a blow to the head, a
line of blood coming from one side.

The men all looked at Amy for a moment and then continued what they were
doing.

We watched silently as the man who had spoken to Kiri issued orders in
Spanish to the others, and Ben and I were separated from our women.

"Wait a minute!" I yelled.  "You got what you came for, let us go!"

"Shut up," one of them told me.

"We don't know who you are!  You can let us go without any problems."

One of the men moved and I got my own blow to the head.  As the stars
circled, we were both lifted into the rowboat, and before we knew it, we
were rowed ashore.

By the time I came to my senses, we had been dumped on the beach.

"Hey!" Ben began to yell, and I joined in.  We watched helplessly as the
rowboat was pulled and stored in its usual place on the roof.  We could do
nothing as our frightened women were sent below, accompanied by two men.  We
were powerless to prevent Kiri being transferred to the other boat.  We were
crying as both vessels left the bay, leaving us alone and taking away the
people that mattered most to us in the world.

--==*==--

Ben and I spent the next day and night alone on the island, surviving on the
little food and water we had left on the beach after our dinner the night
before.

We had to help each other to eat and drink for there was nothing on the
island that could cut through the tough plastic that bound our hands behind
us.

We didn't talk much, attempts to bolster our spirits having fallen flat
almost from the start, although Ben did say one thing, a vow of sorts.

"When we find her," he said, obviously speaking of Amy, "I'm going to marry
her."

I gave him what little encouragement I could manage, and we continued on,
thinking about our companions, and what horrors they were now being
subjected to.  Were they now a part of the slavery ring?  Would we ever see
them again or would they be sold off to prostitute themselves for their
captors?

Many times, we caught each other and ourselves weeping.

The only thing we had to look forward to was the arrival of the 'DreamBoat'.
We figured we could survive until then.

Sure enough, in the morning of our second day, the big yacht motored into
the bay.

Ben and I stood jumping on the beach, mindful that without the 'Kajira' to
mark our position, Townsend might just keep on going.

But someone saw us, and presently the motor launch with Townsend himself
aboard hit the beach.

"What happened?  Where's your boat, Old Boy?" he said, taking in our
frightening condition.

"Long story," Ben said.

"Where are the ladies?"

"Taken, by the same people that kept that girl I told you about."

"My word!  Let's get you both back to my yacht!"

There was nothing aboard the launch that would cut our bondage, but once
aboard Townsend's yacht, we were freed and allowed to clean up.

We told Townsend all that had happened to us and he left us to make a few
calls.

"Finding your boat has to be a priority!" he said.  "It might lead us to the
slavers."

Ben and I were doubtful, but there was not much else to do.  Dressed again,
in clothes supplied by our host, we wandered around the big boat, now empty
of most of the partiers Ben had seen on it earlier.  All that was left was
the crew and a small group of Townsend's personal staff, in other words his
own submissive companions.  Even his wife was gone, although I did get a
peek at the schoolroom where Amy had spent a few hours.

It was a small distraction; nothing could stir the worry we felt from our
hearts.

Nothing but some news from Townsend many hours later.

"I think your boat was spotted, Chaps!" he said after calling us to the
bridge.  "An air charter flight spotted a yacht following your description
drifting near an island about six hours away from here.  I've ordered us to
set sail!"

"Thank you!" Ben told him, shaking his hand as if he had granted us
immortality.

The six hours that followed were the tensest of our lives.  The 'DreamBoat'
moved swiftly toward our goal, but not swift enough in our estimation.  We
figured the chances of Laura and Amy still being aboard were slight to nil,
but even that slim chance kept us going.

As we cruised, I wondered aloud if anyone had called the police.

"No point, Old Boy.  Law enforcement around here is probably in bed with
these fellows for them to be able to operate.  Besides, we have our own
little network that suits us just fine," Townsend said.

"Who's we?"  I asked.

No one answered that one.

It was getting dark as we approached the position where the 'Kajira' had
been reported, and soon our only clue as to what was out there came from the
radar on the bridge.

Our excitement rose as first the huge mass of an island appeared on the
screen and then the small blip of a boat floating close to it.

The Captain of the 'DreamBoat' was going over some charts and ordered the
yacht to stand to.

"What?"  What's going on?" Ben asked.

"Reefs," said the Captain.  "Our draft is too deep to get much closer, the
ocean floor is pretty shallow for miles.  You'll have to take the launch."

"Right!" said Townsend, a determined look on his face.

After the big yacht anchored, we jumped in the launch and headed out in the
direction of the blip on the radar.  It was so dark we could see nothing on
the water although the outline of the nearby island could be seen from the
stars it blotted out.

It took thirty minutes of traveling before we found her, a dark shape in the
water.

It was the 'Kajira'.

Trembling we boarded her, and I wanted to shout out Laura's name to see if
she was here.  But by agreement, we all stayed quiet.  The slavers could
still be aboard, and we wanted to surprise them the same way they surprised
us.  To this end, Townsend had armed us all, and surprisingly Ben seemed
quite at home with the handgun he had been given.  Me, I was unused to the
cold metal object in my hand, and wondered if I would have the guts to use
it.

Townsend himself carried a light machine gun of some sort.

We crept aboard and went below, the hatch open and the boat dark.

Nothing was on, not even the little lights on the control panel at the
navigation station.

We quickly checked each cabin, only to find them all empty.

The news was a great blow to us all.

"I'm sorry, Chaps," Townsend said, patting me on the shoulder.

I felt empty, as if someone had punched me in the gut.  I sat in the booth
and wondered what I was going to do without Laura at my side.

I also mourned for the beautiful Amy, and for my friend next to me, whose
loss equaled mine.

To be honest, at that point I couldn't have cared less where Kiri was.  I
wished I had never met her.

While I sat and cried once more, Ben collapsed at the navigation station,
his face an echo of our feelings.

Townsend stood on the lower level, looking about.

There was a grinding noise from below.

"The reef," he said.  "Say, is this boat listing?"

Ben looked up slowly.  "The bilge pumps must be off," he said without
emotion.  Absentmindedly he flicked a couple of switches on the panel in
front of him but everything stayed dark.

"We had better do something or you will lose this boat to the reef,"
Townsend said determinedly.  "Come on, Chaps, some work will help you cope."

"I don't care," Ben said.

"Nonsense!  Let's bring the 'Kajira' back to life!"

Ben sighed and stood up.  "They must have disconnected the batteries," he
said.

I watched as he went forward to the door of his cabin and messed around with
the deck.  "Anyone got a flashlight?" he asked.

Townsend held his ready and Ben lifted the cover that led to the bilge
spaces.

"Oh my God!  Don, get over here!"

The urgency of his call stirred me into action.  I moved quickly to his side
and gasped at what I saw below our feet.

It was Amy, almost completely wrapped in rope except for her head, bound in
a very tight hog-tie.  A large gag held her mouth wide open, filling it
completely with cloth.  Her eyes were wide and frightened, and from her
could be heard only the faintest of moans.  The reason she was frightened
was that while she lay on her back, she was floating in the slowly filling
bilge water, which by this time was lapping at the sides of her face.

Townsend moved his light, and I could see the knees of someone else further
in the tiny compartment.

"Laura!"  I yelled.

I couldn't hear her if she replied, but the knees moved ever so slightly.
She looked bound the same way Amy was.

Ben carefully climbed down; talking to Amy and assuring her, she would be
all right.  He felt around her and then lifted her out of the water.

Townsend and I pulled up the dead weight that was Amy and her waterlogged
ropes and got her out on the deck of the galley.

The ropes looked awfully tight on her, possibly cutting off her circulation
in places, but before we could release her, we had to get Laura out.

Ben had pulled her under the hatchway after checking her over, and with his
great strength, he lifted her up so we could grab her.

Laura didn't weigh much more than Amy, but it was an effort to pull her out.
In seconds though, she was on the deck beside her friend, and we began
cutting the ropes that bound them.

While Townsend and I worked, Ben climbed out and started on their gags.  He
pulled out what looked like yards of material from Amy's mouth before moving
on to Laura, and the nude young woman coughed and cried as she slowly
uncurled.  I wondered how long these women had been bound like that.

Laura too coughed and cried as the ropes and gag came off.  I took her in my
arms while she found her voice.

"I thought we were dead," she whispered.

"It's okay, you're safe now," I said to her, checking her over for injuries
while I hugged her close.

"I thought we were dead," she repeated, and with Ben and Amy mirroring our
actions, we sat and cried with happiness, together again.

Part 20

"They didn't do anything to us!"  Amy told us.

We were aboard the 'DreamBoat' eating breakfast in Townsend's private dining
room.  We had all spent the night aboard at Townsend's insistence, not that
we had needed much urging.  The 'Kajira' was not only without power, but her
batteries had been stolen and her engine was missing some vital parts.
Except for her sails, she wasn't going anywhere without help.

Help she got in the form of some of Townsend's crew, working from the launch
to tow the 'Kajira' off the reef and into deeper water where the 'DreamBoat'
lay waiting.  Now she was under tow behind us, an extension cord running
between the two boats so her bilge pumps could run and drain the hull.

We were told that she had suffered just slight damage banging around all
that coral, and there was a small leak below the waterline.  Townsend was
taking us to a dry dock facility where she could be repaired.

"Just a day's work!" he had told us.  "I've called ahead and alerted my
chaps.  Good fellows, they'll see you alright and back in the water by sun
down."

Ben and I appreciated his help; we both figured we would have our hands full
dealing with the trauma our women suffered at the hands of their kidnappers,
only it worked out there wasn't much trauma to be dealt with.

It seemed that apart from a general scare, they were fine.

"All they did was lock us up in our bedroom with our hands tied above us to
the rings in the ceiling," Amy went on saying as we all sat and ate; it was
the first time we had come together to talk about it, "then they gagged us
with those God awful cloth gags and went away!"

Laura picked up the narrative as she picked at her food.  "Every once in a
while, someone would come in and stare at us, and each time they did, I
would think that this was it!

"When they did eventually come in and take us down, it was actually a relief
because we were practically hanging by our arms by that time.  I knew I
couldn't stand on my toes any longer!  But then as they carried us out, I
was afraid that now they were going to rape us.  Instead they tied us up in
those very tight hog-ties and threw us in the hold!"

"Bilge space," Ben corrected.

"Whatever!"  Laura snapped back.

Ben raised an eyebrow and Laura glanced at him.  "Sorry," she said.

"I understand," Ben replied.

"Go on," I said to her.

Laura took a deep breath but it was Amy who went on.  "At first it wasn't
too bad, I know I've certainly been tied up in worse.  I heard the engine
shut off and the men messing with it for a while, and the sound of another
boat along side.  It was so dark in the bilge's that it was like being
blindfolded, and you know how that seems to make your hearing better."

Laura nodded.

"After a bit, all the sounds of the men moving around slowly stopped, and I
heard the boat go away, then all that remained was the sound of the ocean
against the hull and sometimes a thump from below.  I figured they had left
us some place shallow, which calmed me down.  If we were by an island, there
was a much better chance of being found."

"How did you find us?" Laura asked, and I told her about the plane spotting
them adrift.

"The only scary part was when the water began rising," Amy said.  "I kept
praying and wishing for you to come.  When I finally heard you come aboard,
I began screaming but we were gagged so well you didn't hear us.  I was
never so glad in my life to see Ben open that hatch cover!"  Amy smiled
broadly at Ben who hugged her, kissing the top of her head.

I watched them, smiling as did Laura.  We had our own tender reunion last
night, and knew just how they felt.

Ben caught my eye and I raised my eyebrows, a questioning look in my eyes.
Ben caught my meaning and nodded.  Then, with a gallant motion, he slipped
off his chair onto one knee.  "Amy, I've been thinking a lot about this
already, and I know that this is something we haven't really needed to do in
the past, but it's something I need to do...I want to do right now.  Amy,
will you marry me?"

Amy stared at Ben, a completely dumbfounded expression on her face.  Beside
me, Laura gasped and took my hand.

I smiled as Amy's face lit up and she dropped to the floor with Ben and gave
him a big kiss.

"Of course I'll marry you, you big lug!  Don't you know how long I've waited
for you to ask?"

Laura began to laugh, her happiness at the moment we had just witnessed
pushing the trauma of events past out of her mind.  She went over to Amy and
Ben and hugged them both, kissing both of them with equal abandon.

I was just as happy, but a little more restrained in my show of affection.
Ben got a slap on the back and handshake, while Amy got a chaste kiss on the
cheek.  In the back of my mind, a little voice told me that this was the end
of any chance with Amy.  I told it to shut up and stop being so selfish.

In the midst of our celebrating, Townsend came in, looking rather puzzled at
us all.  Ben announced the good news and our host began to beam.

"If you don't feel like waiting, I'm sure our Captain will be honored to
perform the ceremony!" he said with a grin.

Ben chuckled.  "No offense Phil, but we're going to do this one right, back
home.  I think we can wait for a while longer."

Townsend laughed.  "Well, if you get the urge, you know where the bridge
is."

As Townsend joined us to eat, we all talked more about the wedding, the
happy couple trying to decide a date.  One firm decision was made on the
spot though; Laura and I would be Maid of Honor and Best Man respectively.

The honor was truly ours.

Eventually the women begged to leave to go explore the yacht a little, and
so only us men remained.  The jovial atmosphere went with them for Ben had a
question for our host.

"Phil, now that the women are safe, I feel I can devote some energy into
finding out what I'm about to ask you."

"What's that, Dear Boy?"  Townsend replied, sipping at a teacup.

"How did they know where to find us?"

Townsend put his cup down.  "Yes, I was wondering when you were going to ask
that," he said.

"Well?" Ben asked, not looking at our host, but with an air of menace that
seemed to come out of nowhere.  Well, perhaps not nowhere.  I remembered
Kiri's words about Ben being a powerful man, and my time alone with him
trapped on that island had allowed me to see some of this power charge up.

"I have some theories, but nothing concrete," said Townsend.

"Try me!" Ben ordered.  "I called you.  You named the meeting spot.  No one
on my boat talked to anyone else, not that they knew the spot until we got
there anyway.  It had to be someone on your side!"

"Not necessarily, Mr. Lane.  You did talk to me via your cell phone, and
those can be monitored with the right equipment."

"You're telling me our white slavers are running around like James Bond,
tapping phones?"

"It's one possibility, Sir," Townsend answered.

I could see that Ben was quite angry, and to be honest I was curious myself
as to how we had been found, although I hadn't really given it any thought
up to now, being more concerned with the well being of my wife.

Ben looked at me, then at Townsend.

"Don, could you leave us alone for a while?  I have some private business to
discuss with Phil here," Ben said to me.

"Sure," I said, wondering what private business he was talking about.

I got up and left the two men alone together.

--==*==--

Now at a loose end, I wondered where the women were.  Probably in one of our
cabins chatting about wedding plans, I thought.

I wandered along a few passageways, debating on whether I wanted to go
outside, when I came across the cabin that had been converted into a
schoolroom.

Wanting a closer look, I went in and marveled at the detail.  The desks
looked old and very authentic, with the carvings of what looked like
generations of kids covering most of the surfaces.  On the walls were
various maps and posters, none of which was out of place in this stern
setting.  In one corner was a clothes rack with an English teacher's gown
(similar to an American graduation gown) hanging on it.  On the Teacher's
desk at the front of the class lay a cane; longer than Ben's, it looked
smooth from a lot of use and I wondered how many bottoms it had serviced
over the years.

In one corner of the room was a set of double doors and I opened them,
curious to see where they led.

It was a walk in closet.  One side had shelves filled with books, the other
side had various bondage toys hanging from hooks.  Not exactly standard in
most schools, I thought.

I looked at the books, and discovered multiple copies of many different
titles; these were obviously used as textbooks for the various "classes"
that were held here.  Some were standard texts, Geography, French, Latin,
and Poetry, all in fairly good condition although some were rather old.
Other books would not have been found in any class of my youth, except
perhaps hidden deep out of sight of the teacher.  There were copies of the
Karma Sutra and other Sex Ed publications, along with fictional erotic
literature with a definite BDSM bent.  I ran my fingers past copies of "The
Story of O" and the collected works of PeterLoaf.  There was also a full
collection by some hack who called himself 'Leviticus'; I've read him,
terrible stuff.  Oddly enough, there were no copies of any of the John
Norman "Gor" novels; whoever stocked this cupboard had some taste at least.

I DID smile with satisfaction at an old favorite, "Tessa, the Beckoning
Breeze" by Lyn Davenport.  It had been the first BDSM novel I had ever read,
and continued to be a favorite (A real book and author, check it out!).

I had sat down on a stack of big encyclopedias to page through a copy when I
heard the outer door open.  I had only opened one of the double doors to
come in, and a gust of air must have pushed it, because it swung slowly
closed, stopping short of shutting completely.  From where I sat in the now
dark closet, I could still see most of the front portion of the room, but
not toward the doorway where the new comers were.

"So this is where it happened?"  I heard a familiar voice say.

"Yeah, you should have been here, it would have been fun having you
alongside me," replied the other voice I expected.  It was, of course, Laura
and Amy.

I was going to get up and let them know I was there, but something kept me
in my seat.  Call it curiosity if you must, but here was an opportunity I
hadn't had before.  Ever since we had all gotten together online,
conversation between these two women had remained a private thing, and being
the control freak I sometimes am, it was hard for me to sit back without
knowing what was going on between those two.  Here on this trip they had had
their private time together, but still I felt curious about it.

Now here they were!

I know, I should have made a noise right away, but I didn't.

Instead, I availed myself of the chance to eavesdrop.

"Oh, I don't know," said Laura, "this is more your fantasy than mine, but
you know I like to share anything I can with you."

The women appeared in my field of view and I wondered if I was safe in my
dark shroud.  Once again, I found myself admiring them.  Laura was in a
short cotton pleated skirt that fell to about mid thigh, and a bright yellow
T-shirt that was tight about her breasts and showed her belly.  Amy wore a
similar skirt and a white halter-top.

Both of them looked stunning, their collars complimenting their beauty.

"Yes," said Amy, almost too softly for me to hear, "sharing is fun."

"We've certainly shared a lot, you and I," Laura said with a smile.

I couldn't see if Amy smiled back, her back was to me, but she reached up
and hugged my wife, and the two of them stood like that for a few moments.

"I'm glad it's over," Amy said, parting eventually.

"Me too.  I wonder where Kiri is?"

Amy sighed.  "Would you think me horrible if I said I really didn't care?"

"Yes, 'cos I know you do!" Laura replied.

Amy turned, and I could partially see her face.  She gave a small smile.
"Well, I guess I do...a little.  She has led such an awful life.  At least
we volunteered to be who we are, but she didn't."

"Yeah, we volunteered," Laura said wistfully.

Amy watched my wife for a minute or two as she walked slowly about the room.
There were times where I couldn't see her myself, but I knew where she was
because Amy sat on one of the desks in plain view and kept turning to face
her.

"Laura, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Sweety!"

"Are you and Don...well after what we just went through...are you guys going
to keep doing it?"

"What?"

"You know.  Are you going to go back to being his slave girl?"

"I would expect so, aren't you?" Laura asked her friend.

"Of course I am, you know I wouldn't want it any other way!"

"Then why did you ask me?"

"I just...wasn't sure.  You guys aren't as deep into it as we are."

Laura appeared from one side and took her friend's hand.  "We are committed
to this, just like you and Ben are.  Even after been captured and almost
drowned by white slavers, nothing changes that."

"Good, I'm glad."

Laura smiled and let go.  "Besides, the whole thing was so ludicrous it was
like a badly plotted sex novel.  I'd much rather just forget the whole thing
and go back to life as normal.  And normal life, sister, is me at the feet
of my Master!"

They both laughed and I thought about what I had just heard.  It really
hadn't occurred to me that there might be a question of our lives changing
over this, although I had done nothing to push anything BDSM related on
Laura this morning.  She had even slept last night without any bondage at
all, which was a very unusual thing.  Even what she wore right now was her
own choice, although I had noticed that she hadn't put on any underwear.

That she was willing to go on warmed my heart, I was proud of her strength,
though I knew in private she would need my support as the memories of the
past few days echoed through our lives.

I tried to stay still, now was too late to reveal myself.

"It'll be hard to forget Kiri though," Amy said quietly.

Laura nodded.

"Do you think the men will go after her?"

Laura's eyes opened wide.  "God I hope not.  That's a job for the police,
not an investor and a building contractor.  Our involvement has ended, if
they know what's good for them!"

Amy chuckled.  "Yeah, and if they are planning something, we'll have to get
them to change their minds."

"We'll go on strike," Laura said with a grin.

"Er...do that and the only striking I can see happening are their canes on
our butts!"

"Ow!" Laura cried out, both women giggling.

"How is your butt anyway?" Amy asked.

Laura looked at her behind.  "Not so bad.  Still a little sore, but not bad
really?"

Amy reached for Laura's skirt.  "Mind if I check?"

Laura smiled and turned slightly.  Amy lifted the back of Laura's skirt with
one hand and ran her other hand slowly across Laura's bare buttocks.  Still
visible were the strike marks from when I had caned her, yet Amy's touch
caused my wife no obvious discomfort.

"This vacation has made me aware of a lot of things," Laura said, both hands
on a desk as Amy rubbed her buttocks.

"What?" Amy said.

"I never would have thought myself attracted to another woman, I never would
have thought that I would have liked the feel of another woman caressing me
there, or even allowed it.  Yet..."

"Yet what?" asked Amy, her face friendly and curious.

Laura took a deep breath.  "Yet I do enjoy it, very much.  I don't know if
any other woman would have this affect on me, but you definitely do."

Amy stopped rubbing.  She got off her seat and walked around to face my
wife.  Without a word, she took Laura's face in both hands and kissed her
slowly on the mouth.

In my little closet, I watched this open mouthed, a familiar stirring in my
shorts.  Why does watching two women making out stir men so much?  I hear
that the opposite does NOT have the same affect on most women!

I guess watching any two women do this would have excited me, but because it
was the two women that meant most to me in my life, it affected me even
more!

As the kiss continued, I felt a pang of jealousy for a second, but I
couldn't figure out if I was jealous of my wife having such affection for
another, or if I was jealous of her being able to kiss Amy while I couldn't.

The kiss broke and both women looked at each other.

"I guess Kiri was right!" Laura said.

Amy nodded slowly.  "Was she right about everything?"

"What do you mean?"

"You and Ben, do you really want him?"

"Of course I do, silly!  Haven't we been fantasizing about each other's men
for ages?"

Amy shook her head.  "No, seriously.  Do you want Ben?  Do you want to be
with him?  Do you want to fuck him, to take him inside you, to be his sex
slave and obey EVERY order he gives you?"

Laura looked a little stunned, but I was at a bad angle and couldn't see her
clearly.  She was evidently breathing hard though, and she looked odd still
leaning on the desk with her skirt still lifted high off her butt.

There was a moment of silence, and Amy wasn't the only one eager to hear the
answer to this one.

"Yes," was all Laura said, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was
holding.

Somehow I felt I should have felt something; after all I had just heard my
wife declare her sexual want for another man.

Yet all I could feel was a little relief and happiness.

Why?

I know I had wanted us to trade, and I knew that Ben was in favor of it all.

Social conditioning was playing havoc with my own wants and beliefs.  What
man is okay with his wife seeking satisfaction with another man?

One who is confident that his wife loves him and that such a coupling, while
it might contain affection of its own, pales in comparison to that love.

Hey, it was the best I could come up with at the time in my little closet.

In the meantime, things in the classroom were still going on.

Amy had stood up straight, and so had Laura.  Both faced each other like
gunslingers.

"Does that bother you?" Laura asked, eventually.

"A little," Amy said.

"Nothing has to come of it, Amy.  Nothing will happen between Ben and me if
you don't want it to."

"That depends on the men, don't you think?"

"They won't force us," Laura declared.

"I'm not too sure.  That time they had us staked out on the sand, it felt
pretty much that they had decided to swing right there!  I'm still not sure
who did what to whom, and we all did get...very intimate."

"Yes, we did," Laura said with a faint smile.  She was probably remembering
how Ben's penis had rubbed back and forth across her stomach while he
applied sunscreen to her body.

"The way Don looks at me sometimes, like he wants to devour me," said Amy.

"I'll ask him to stop if you don't like that."

"No...don't say anything."

"DO you like it?" my wife asked her.

After a pause, Amy nodded.

"Do you want him to...?"

"If I say yes, there would be nothing keeping me from refusing you Ben!"

Laura studied her for a moment.  "If you say no, you'll be lying to both of
us!"

"Can I think on it for a little while?"

"Sure.  But I want to ask you this.  If the men decide they've waited long
enough and order us to spend some time with the other, would you?"

"I always do what I'm ordered to do," said Amy with a small smile.

"Oh yeah?" Laura said, chuckling.  Both women began to laugh quietly and I
realized then that the tension in the room was being broken.

Laura went over to the Teacher's desk and picked up the cane.  It looked
strange in her hands for a moment.

"This looks well used," she said.

Amy smiled.  "You look good with it, like a school mistress, but not in that
outfit."

Laura looked over at the clothes rack and took down the gown, slipping it
over her head.  It hid her brief sexy clothing, and gave her some authority.

"That's better, Ma'am," Amy said with a big smile.

Laura looked stern and brought the cane down sharply on the desk, making
both me and Amy jump.

"Sit!" she said, trying to keep a straight face.

With a giggle, Amy picked a desk and sat down.

"And wipe that smile from your face!" Laura yelled.

"Sorry, Ma'am."

"You will be, young lady!  I'm tired of you coming late into my classroom
and disrupting the other students!"

Amy looked like she was about to say that she was the only student, but
thought better of it.  Instead, she sunk down a little in her seat.

"Sorry, Ma'am.  It won't happen again."

"That's what you said last time.  Did you at least bring me an apple?  You
know, an apple for the teacher?"

Amy looked up bewildered.

"No, Ma'am?"

Laura smiled.  She sat back against her desk and put her feet up on the
desks in front of her.  Pulling up the gown, she revealed her pantyless
state to the entire room.

"Then I expect you will have to get into my good graces another way!"

Amy stared at Laura for a few seconds, and Laura tapped her pussy with the
cane.

This made Amy grin.  "Yes, Ma'am.  This low girl will do what ever she has
to, to get back in your good graces!"

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

I watched amazed, as Amy got up and knelt between the legs of my wife.  With
barely any hesitation, she began to use her tongue and mouth on her pussy.

Laura reached down with both hands and ran her fingers through Amy's hair.
"No matter what our men decide, I do love you," she said.

Amy paused and looked up.  "I love you too, Ma'am.  But then, you always
knew that, didn't you?"

Laura nodded and Amy went back to work.

Feeling very aroused myself, I watched breathlessly as Laura was slowly
brought to orgasm, her eyes tight shut and her familiar singsong way of
panting when close to orgasm clearly audible.

There was one more surprise though.  As Laura came, she opened her eyes and
just happened to be staring my way.  Her eyes grew wide as the orgasm hit
full force, and it took a second for me to realize she had spotted me in the
closet.

I put a finger to my lips in the hope that she understood that I didn't want
Amy to know.

Laura stayed silent, but didn't look away until the orgasm faded.

"That was...quite sufficient," Laura said to her friend.

Amy knelt back, a big smile on her face, while Laura stood up and made
herself presentable.

"That was fun, Laura, you make a good Domme," Amy said.

"The game isn't over yet!" Laura said with authority, and Amy grinned some
more.

Laura went over to the blackboard, catching her breath.  She found a piece
of chalk and held it out to her 'student'.

"One hundred lines.  'I must not forget Miss Laura's apple'!"

"What?" Amy said.

Laura used the cane to make her point, smacking another desk.  "Lines,
girl!"

Flushed, Amy took the chalk and, glancing at Laura, began to write on the
black board.

"Don't turn around until you are done!" Laura said, and she slowly drifted
over to where I was hiding.  She opened the door slightly and came in.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered.

"I was here first," I whispered back.  "Can you keep her distracted while I
get out?"

"Yes, Sir.  Don, did you hear everything?"

"I heard and SAW everything!"

"Oh God!" Laura said blushing.

"Go back out, make sure she doesn't turn around...oh, and have her raise the
back of her skirt!"

"What?  You men!" Laura said with a smile.

I chuckled and Laura stepped back into the room.

She walked casually over to where Amy stood and watched her write for a
moment.  "That's awfully sloppy hand writing."

"Sorry, Ma'am.  I'm not used to chalk."

"Excuses are for lazy people!" Laura said with some authority.  "Reach back
and raise your skirt!"

Without a word, Amy did so, tucking the skirt up into the waistband and
revealing that she too wore no underwear.

Laura took the cane and placed in on Amy's bare cheeks, as if measuring for
a strike.

Amy froze.

"Did I tell you to stop writing?"  Laura said sweetly.

"No, Ma'am," Amy said, picking up the chalk and resuming where she had left
off.  Laura tapped Amy's butt with the cane, and Amy's legs shifted,
spreading a little wider.

Laura looked down, and with a finger, wiped between the other girl's thighs.
With a glance at me, Laura licked the finger and smiled.

I would have stayed to see what happened next, but I was in desperate need
of relief myself.  So reluctantly, I tiptoed across the room and out the
door, and headed straight for our cabin!

End of Part 20




Proofed and lightly edited by the reclusive Mike Ink.








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