My Voyage of Submission Ch. 18

The ship has reached London and Beth tries devising a treatment plan for Maahnoor and the other slaves. They plan a wedding for Ateefah and James. No one gets to sightsee. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, group and interracial sex, as well as submissive discipline, primarily orgasm denial. There isn't COVID or STD's in my fantasy world. My thanks once again for the assistance of my editor, JohnnyGalt. Remaining errors are mine. Tess (UK) could you please email me through the usual contact channels. I'd like to speak to you about something directly.

My Voyage of Submission, Ch 18 - London and a Marriage

"Was it worth the wait?"

Mickey was sprawled out on the makeshift bed on his back, panting hard.

"God, yes. I've never felt so empty. I was surprised as hell you got me hard the last time."

"I heard Farah wants to learn to fly. Until she learns on fixed wing planes, she may be concentrating on jet turbine mechanics and helicopter maintenance. Please be as nice to her as you can be and teach her as much as you know. She was so excited to think she might learn to fly. It's so far removed from anything in her life, she couldn't imagine it. Do the best you can by her."

"Sure. It's always a pleasure passing on what you know."

"That's why I'm spending so much time teaching all you guys to fuck," I laughed. "Just passing on what I know."

He laughed with me and helped me straighten up. We got dressed and parted ways. When I reached the sun deck, I could see the Tower Bridge about a quarter mile away off the bow. The only sightseeing I might be able to do now is through a pair of binoculars. I'd look at a map later to see what I may be able to spy from the top deck.

I went through the playroom myself as it was earlier than Master usually got up, showered before heading for breakfast as I smelled strongly of sex. Maahnoor had already vacated my room. When I peeked into his cabin, everyone was still asleep. Looked like they'd had a busy night as well. I departed the same way I came in and went to breakfast. A short muster after breakfast, Jîngyi winning me. I agreed to see her after lunch. Since we were now moored in the middle of London, the others also had to seek privacy to reward the crew. I headed to the gym and worked out for a couple hours. When I returned to Master's cabin, he was with Hannah getting ready for a government meeting that afternoon.

"Good morning, Master. I'd hug you but I'm all sweaty. Slept in a little did you?"

He laughed. "I'm surprised you didn't."

"Mickey didn't want to waste the time he was given, sir. I have a couple favors to ask of you both."

"Ask away."

"Professor Kline agrees that Yasmine is likely submissive and may legitimately want a Master in the future. He recommended giving her another week with the other freed slaves decompressing before freeing her up for sex. He said he can't be her Dominant because of his position at college and thinks it should be someone else. I'd like your permission to approach Captain Amundsen and William Thornhill regarding Yasmine's desire for a Master."

"You can ask both, but you should know Bill has added another slave already, so may be reluctant to add another."

"Who is it? Anyone we know, sir?"

"No an older woman in Fresno, California, maybe mid-thirties they met through some friends. She's relatively new to submission. He had her submit for a week after losing a poker game because she was a bit of a nasty bitch. She later asked to become his permanent slave at the housewarming after his LA house was completed. She stripped off all of her clothes and knelt down in front of all of his guests and asked to be his slave. He thought it over for a couple days and accepted her submission. You remember the woman in St. Barths whose Master shaved her head. Bill did that to his new slave, Regina. He said he wanted to be sure she was really interested in being a submissive instead of extracurricular fucking. She shaved her head to become his slave. He'll probably let her grow it back at some point, but as I understand it, she's still bald."

"What does Evelyn think of the new slave?"

"William said they're quite affectionate with each other and get along fine. Any other questions?"

"Henderson was wondering if I'd offer counseling to Maahnoor. He said James has the same concerns about Ateefah now as neither of them expected what happened. I'm going to research the subject since I can't do any more sightseeing, come up with what I think is a good treatment plan, run it by Professor Kline and maybe offer groups every three days. Which brings up the fact I need to speak to a Muslim psychologist as there is a cultural divide I need to work around or through. Since you don't want me leaving, I'd like to invite him here. I may be able to get a recommendation from the Imam we get for the wedding, but I should speak to him right away to make arrangements, so as soon as you know who it is, could you have him speak to me."

"I'll have him call you right away," Master said. "Hannah said this is one of those instances where I might need to do my own arranging as women don't get listened to as well as men."

"She's right, though hopefully it wouldn't be as bad in London as it would be in Saudi Arabia or Tehran. The last thing I wished to mention is I made some purchases from some of the Pakistani stores here in London; a wedding dress and some other odds and ends for the wedding. We had to rush Henderson's wedding because of how fast it happened, but I'd like to do Ateefah's up a bit bigger and more elegantly. Perhaps decorate the ship like we did for your wedding; the lights and such. I think it would be meaningful to Ateefah, if not James."

"Good idea. Include some of the other women in the planning. I'll authorize whatever needs to happen."

"Thank you, sir."

I spent the rest of my morning researching the treatment of sexually abused and trafficked women. I started to develop a treatment plan. I needed my input from a Muslim psychologist before I finalized it. After lunch, I met with Jìngyi. We were in her room giving her the reward she so richly earned. I was lapping at her tasty cunt, close to giving her an orgasm when I received a phone call. Caller ID said it was a London number.

"I'm sorry, Jìngyi. Almost no one calls me. I have to take this and I'll make it up."

"Hurry," she moaned. "I was so close."

"Hello, Elizabeth Wilson here. Can I help you?"

"Good afternoon, I was given this phone number as you had a problem you wished to discuss regarding treatment of some Muslim women. My name is Dr. Mahdi Sadiq."

I sat up. "Dr. Sadiq, I'm so glad you called. I was hoping to meet with you at the earliest possible opportunity to discuss that very thing."

"I have an opening Monday afternoon in my office at four in the afternoon."

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't come to your office, and I would prefer it to be sooner than Monday. Would it be possible for you to come here, perhaps tomorrow instead, since you seem booked up."

"Why can't you come here?"

"You may have heard of the attack on Congresswoman Ward of the United States in France recently?"

"Indeed, it received a great deal of coverage."

"We're unsure if that attack was directed specifically at Congresswoman Ward, or at all the women in the car with her. The instructions to the attackers was to kill the men and take the women. Mr. Greenbriar doesn't want any women leaving his ship because he feels he can protect them better here than anywhere else. I can make arrangements for you to be brought here by boat. I can make the visit worth your while if you need to cancel any other appointments. It's very important."

"Why would they have been interested in any other women in the car?"

"There's a possibility it's related to slavers trying to recover freed slaves and perhaps undermine the efforts of Mr. Greenbriar and the Congresswoman to help track this human trafficking ring down and put and end to the people doing it. That's the purpose of my need to speak to you. We have several freed women on board the ship. They're still suffering from the affects of their slavery. I've been asked to help them."

"What are your credentials?"

"I'm a graduate student at the University of Florida, working on my doctoral thesis on Dominance and submission. I've completed all my coursework except my thesis. I'm not yet licensed to practice, but I would use the treatment plan developed with you and with the approval of my thesis adviser to help them."

"Why not send them to treatment with a licensed psychologist somewhere?"

"Right now, we don't dare send any women anywhere without armed guards in case they are being targeted for recapture. Additionally, we are currently on a ship making an around the world cruise, so we won't be in any one location long enough for a treatment plan to be carried out. Plus one of the women is currently married to one of the crewman and one is engaged to another to be married here in London. They would wish to be with their husbands. If you come here, speak to the women and don't think I have an adequate treatment plan, we might try making other arrangements, but I feel this is the best plan we have at the moment. I could give you 10,000 Pounds for a few hours of your time."

"Where would you get that amount of money?"

"Mr. Greenbriar is helping with anything the women need."

"I suppose I could come tomorrow at 9 AM."

"I greatly appreciate it Dr. Sadiq. I'll make sure all of the women are available for you to talk to, then we can discuss my treatment plan and how to tailor it to Muslim women. I've spent a lot of time with them, but I know I don't fully understand the needs of their faith. We're near the Tower Bridge by the pier off Shad Thames Road. If you wait outside Landlord Furniture, London, a couple security people will pick you up and bring you to the ship."

"I will be there."

"Thank you, sir." I ended the call and said, "Where were we?"

"Frustrated is where I was."

"I'll make it up to you, Jîngyi, believe me."

I did, too. She had no complaints.

She was panting, sprawled on the bed, languidly stretching.

"I have a favor to ask," I said.

"Now's the best time to ask. I don't think I could refuse you anything at the moment."

"Get together with the other women, do some research on Pakistani weddings and help me plan a good one for Ateefah. I've already gotten her a wedding gown and jewelry, plus a couple personal gifts, and Master has agreed to use the lights he used for his wedding. If you need me to purchase anything, tell me what and where and I'll buy it. It needs to be delivered. We can't pick it up."

"Do they have bridesmaids and such at Pakistani weddings?

"I don't know. It's why I'm turning you loose on the subject. I'm trying to develop a treatment plan for all of the slaves and it's a complex subject, so I don't have time to do it."

"Consider it done. Are you sure your Master won't let you orgasm?"

"Not without permission and I don't have it."

******

I worked on a treatment plan some more the rest of the afternoon, finding as much as I could about the subject. The internet was a wonderful tool and Master had also given me subscriptions to some of the best psychology journals in the world. At dinner, we had two more of the new men dining with us, Shed and Manny. Tonight, Master was feeding me, reaching up under the skirt I wore to caress me to orgasm.

I begged him to cum. He told me no and made me cum twice anyway. He pulled his fingers out from under my skirt and had me lick them clean. He did the same spiel with them he did with the previous two, although Miranda and Belle were the two to drain their balls. Shed couldn't believe Master's wife, a US Congresswoman, was sucking his dick. I'm sure it had a large part to play in his strangled, "Oh, Fuck's", he made as he levitated off his chair, pumping a monster pair of black balls worth of cum down her honorable congressional throat. She smiled up at him as she cleaned him and tucked him away. They both rejoined Master's side of the table when they were done.

He reminded them of the NDA's they'd signed and told them how displeased he'd be if it ever got out Miranda was a submissive doing her Master's bidding. They got the message.

"Edgar, I'll need a couple security guys to pick up a Dr. Mahdi Sadiq on the pier by Landlord Furniture tomorrow morning at 0900 to deliver him to the ship," I said. "He's going to speak to our freed slaves and help me with a treatment plan for them. Master, I've offered him 10,000 Pounds for his time tomorrow. If I could get a check made out to him tonight, I would appreciate it.

"I'll speak to him for approximately a half hour after he arrives, then I'd like him to speak to all of our freed slaves with the exception of Yasmine, as I don't know if he speaks Arabic or French, and she might be a special case anyway. Lynn and Björn, if I might speak to you in private after dinner, I have something I need to ask you both."

Edgar said he'd have Ethan and one of the new guys, Arnold, or Palmer as he was known, pick him up. Hannah said she'd have a check in my hands by 0900 tomorrow, and all of the ex-slaves said they'd be waiting to speak to him.

"Master, for privacy, I'd prefer to use the Stern room if you're not using it tomorrow."

"It being Sunday, I had nothing planned."

"Thank you, sir."

******

The Captain took me to his cabin where I sat with him and Lynn.

"What do you need?" Lynn asked.

"Yasmine seems to be a natural submissive. She's requested a Master. We're not quite ready to release her for sexual activities and all the other things involved in being a submissive, Mistress. But sometime within the next week or two, we may need to find one."

"Five women," Björn said. "That's an awful lot of women to keep happy. How will Joshua handle it?"

"He won't," I said. "He doesn't feel he could meet all of her needs. His time is too tied up now with his business and four other slaves."

"You want Björn to be his Master, don't you?" Lynn asked.

"That is one of the options I was considering, Mistress."

"I'm not a Dominant!" Björn said. "What do I know about the needs of a slave girl. Hell, I don't speak either of her languages."

"You aren't, sir, but you could be. Not only do you score out as Dominant in my survey, I observed you at Chateau Roissy and Cries and Whispers. I've seen you deal with Manuel and Sherry while they were with Lynn. You could be a very good one, sir. As for the language, slaves very quickly learn the language of their Master. It's in their best interests."

"I think she's right, dear. I think you could be an excellent Dominant."

"I've never struck a woman before in my life."

"I understand, sir, but not all punishments involve striking someone. There are many other types that can be applied. Plus you have an excellent Dominant to show you everything you need to know. In Yasmine's case, I'm not sure we want all that much in the way of physical correction anyway, at least not to start, given her prior history. I think a softer slavery would be more appropriate. That leaves orgasm denial, forced orgasms, things like sitting in a corner or holding still, binding and tying, some humiliation, though probably not as much public as private, due to her faith. There are very few Masters I'd consider to be her Dominant. Professor Kline had to refuse due to his profession in a rather small, conservative leaning, college town. I'm also going to speak to William Thornhill, but Master tells me he's just taken another slave himself, and may not be eager to accept a third at this time. The only other one I'd consider at the moment is Henri Jourdan, but he's also new to Dominance himself. You've observed submission on this and previous voyages and probably grasp it's concepts as well as he does at this point. His only advantage is speaking French already, but two of his sons and a daughter are also Dominant, and I don't know them as Dominants at all. You don't have to decide right now. As I said, it may be some time before she's ready, but I'd like you consider it."

He looked at Lynn. "I almost consider you as my co-Dominant to Sherry and Manuel now," she said. "The only thing you don't do is fuck them due to their slave agreements, but you have no problem telling them what to do. It would be nice if you had your own slave to fuck. I think you'd be appropriately gentle for her."

"I might have preferred Professor Kline due to his Psych training, Captain," I said, "but absent him and Master, I believe you to be the best choice for her as I can keep an eye on her myself."

He thought for awhile. Lynn and I waited patiently for him to speak. He wouldn't accept us pushing him anyway as he was a Dominant, whether he believed it or not.

"I'll think about it, but I won't do it unless she chooses me to be her Dominant. I won't force her to pick me as a Master."

"I understand sir. I applaud those instincts. If she's to decide if it's you she wants, she needs to spend some time with you, get to know you. I suggest you spend some time with her. Let her see you on the bridge where you're in your element, speak to her and get to know her. You can use the iPad app to speak to her, or even Fatima when you're on the bridge together."

"Fine. I'll do as you suggest."

"Thank you, sir."

"This is turning into the strangest voyage I've ever taken," Björn muttered.

Lynn laughed and planted a big juicy kiss on him. "But think of how much fun it's been and how much fun it will continue to be, honey. Admit it, you've never had such wonderful fucking in your life."

He grinned. "That's for damn sure."

"Beth, get the fuck out of here," Lynn said, pushing him down on the bed. "The Captain has something important to do right now and you're not needed."

"Yes, Mistress."

She was tugging at her clothes and Björn's as I closed the door behind me.

******

"Where are your other slaves, Master?" I asked, finding him alone in his cabin.

"With the other three men who helped protect you in France. All except Björn because you were with him. They're gone for the next three hours. You did say you wanted to spend some quality time with me, since you and I haven't had any time together for the last couple days."

"All alone, sir? For three hours?"

"Yep. Take off your clothes. You need your punishment for cumming without permission at dinner."

"Yes, Master." My skirt and shirt were off in record time. I assumed the display position, letting him see how ready I was for him, my pussy quickly overflowing, clear drops running down my thighs.

"Are you that wet already, slave?"

"Yes, Master. I'm wet for you."

He smiled and growled, "Over my lap, Beth."

"Happily, sir." I draped myself over his lap, my butt arched high for him to caress or smite as he chose.

He did both, stroking my needy cunt until I climaxed, again without his permission, then giving me thirty brisk smacks to my upraised ass, finally giving me permission to cum when I moaned I was close. The next three hours was easily the best fucking I've ever received in my life. He got tired of giving me permission to cum and gave me blanket permission the rest of the evening. Everything we'd both learned about sex with one another was put into practice as he drove into all three of my slave holes.

When the other three returned from their respective rewards, Master was seated, leaning back on his outstretched arms and I was riding him like a big fuck toy. The bed was a total fucking disaster. We'd been unable to keep up with the clean up from however many orgasms I had and Master's four. When he climaxed the fifth time and I did for the umpty squat time, we all changed the sheets.