My Voyage of Submission Ch. 20

"Sit on my face."

I smiled at her. She slid down the bunk to give me more room and I swung a leg over her torso and slowly brought my cunt to her lips. I looked down at her, a slightly taller, thinner version of her mother; red hair, green eyes, oval face. Her tongue extended from her mouth and tentatively licked my open flower. Pleased, she licked more, tasting more, tasting my hole, the source of my nectar, wriggling her tongue inside of me.

She slowly licked me to an orgasm, learning as she went, then a second, and a third, each coming more easily than the last until her face was a mirror of my own, girl cum smeared from nose to chin. After the third, I moved off her chest and face, letting her breathe easier. I lay beside her and we kissed and I let my fingers give her another as we did, her body arching against mine as she orgasmed again.

She was panting.

"Am I a lesbian now?"

"I'm not even sure you're a bisexual yet. At the moment, it's nothing more than giving and taking pleasure from another person. I think what defines you, if anything does, is the emotional connection you feel to people. If you see yourself being able to fall in love and marry a man, I'd say you're heterosexual. If only a woman, then you're a lesbian. If either, a bisexual. I'd describe myself as a male leaning bisexual. I love my sister slaves, I love having sex with them. I don't think I'd marry one, although the love is there, but I want cock. I love to feel a cock inside my cunt or my ass. Strap-ons only work to a point. Until they invent one that moves and molds and flexes and swells like a cock and shoots hot semen into me, I want a cock. I'd only marry a man, and at the moment, only my Master, though he's taken."

"You gave him up."

"What did I give up?"

"Marriage."

"Marriage was unimportant. Even though Miranda is married to Master, on Sunday, she goes back to the US, while I stay here with him. She goes back to programmed sex with people she doesn't love, while I stay here and have sex with him. I can still have his babies. What exactly have I given up.?"

"His wealth, security."

"I don't think much of people who marry for money. I want to work in my field and help people. I don't want his money. It's fun. It allows me to do more, but it's not necessary. What was necessary was his mastery, his Dominance, and I haven't given up one scintilla of that. If I'm pleasing to him, I'll have what money I need." I kissed her, her mouth opening to mine and our tongues entangling. "Again?" I questioned softly.

"Please."

She forgot to have her pillow handy and screamed again before biting her fist to choke it off. Then we slept.

******

I kissed Alexandra awake in the morning. "Time to get up. I need to fuck my Master before he leaves for the day. Then I'll be awarded to someone at morning muster, plus I have more surveys to give and cocks to suck. I'll get further instructions from Master."

Alexa put on a big t-shirt and we joined the others in Master's cabin. Master's cock was hard and he was fucking Belle's ass. From the gapping of the other two asses, he'd recently been in each of them as well. I got on my hands and knees beside her, kissing Belle as Master slammed into her bottom until she orgasmed. He moved to me and in a single thrust, entered me to the hilt. Alexandra finally got to see me at my submissive best, taking his lovely cock up my bum and begging to be fucked, begging to cum, (denied), trying to hold out as long as I could, then spasming over his hard dick as I finally surrendered to my lust. My contractions as I climaxed finally did him in and I felt his warm spray bathe my rectum with his seed.

Miranda was waiting with a warm washcloth when he pulled from me. She lovingly washed his prick, then kissed him, before washing the cum leaking from my ass.

"Hannah received a call from Richard and Marnie. They're coming at ten. Ensure they're shown around the ship and give them anything they need to make their visit enjoyable."

"Of course, sir," Miranda spoke for all of us. "May I assume we still get unlimited orgasms with each other?"

"As long as it doesn't interfere with other business. The crew is looking forward to muster. All four of you won't be with us much longer. Soon, it will only be Beth for their morning reward. Good morning, Alexa. I presume you had a wonderful night."

Alexa had been staring at Master's cock, so recently removed from my bottom and still half hard, even hanging limply. His question jerked her attention back.

"Yes, a wonderful night. You're so big."

"Excuse me."

"You're so big. Your cock is the biggest one I've ever seen."

We laughed. "His isn't the biggest cock on the ship, but it is a magnificent beast, isn't it," Francesca said. "It fills us up very nicely."

"How could anyone be bigger? Where the hell would it go?"

"I've never had one so big it all didn't fit inside me," I said. "Everything on the inside is squishy and soft and can get pushed around to make room."

"Ooh, Ooh," Belle said. "You know what we need to do tonight? We talked about it before. We need a male strip contest. Get everyone who wants to strip to strip for all the women who want to watch. I think that would be loads of fun. Then Alexa can see a wide variety of dicks."

"Well, I'm going to the theater with Master tonight, but it could be with the winner getting a blow job from Beth," Miranda said. "Better yet, an hours fucking."

"Hell, let the first, second and third place runner ups all get fucked for forty-five, thirty, and fifteen minutes, but they get to choose who they want. It doesn't have to be me. But the contest can't be for the largest cock," I said. "It has to be for the best show. Whoever gives the best show by vocal acclimation wins. Master can we? Can we be awarded as prizes and cum as much as we want for an hour? We'll take several enemas so they have their choice of holes."

"Fine, but the security people for the ship and the theater won't be able to participate."

"Nonsense, sir," Miranda said, "The guys on the security detail are dropping us off at the theater and we'll be there for three hours. It's only a couple blocks away. They can come back and do their routines. The ones standing watch on the ship can be relieved to do their routines. The prize could be awarded after they get off watch. Everyone who wants to go could get a shot."

"I see how that could work. Fine. You've got my permission."

"You want in on this, Alexa?" I asked. "Not to watch, you can do that anyway, but to be one of the prizes? Since Miranda won't be here, we might need a fourth."

"You mean have sex with someone as a prize?"

"That's exactly what I mean. All of the men who've been on the ship since the voyage started are pretty good lovers. The newer guys are catching on. You might get to fuck a bigger cock than Master's."

"I've never had anal sex before."

"You don't have to have anal sex. We'll just plug your ass and declare it to be off limits."

"I'll do it."

"Do me a favor, Alexandra," Master said. "Tell your mother what you plan on doing. She said you were old enough to make your own decisions, but tell her anyway."

"I will."

"Let's shower and eat before muster. We'll announce the strip show then."

"Yes, sir," the slaves said.

I left Master's larger shower to him and the others. I took Alexa to mine and we washed each other and ended up fingering each other to orgasms while kissing under the salt water shower, using fresh only to rinse.

Lynn was already eating with Björn, Sherry, Manuel, and Yasmine. Lynn was feeding Sherry and Yasmine was squirming on Björn's lap. Lynn looked up when we entered and said, "Alexa, you do realize the whole ship heard you scream last night?"

Alexa blushed, knowing how many people had heard her orgasm. "Mother, they're going to have a contest tonight while you're at the theater. I wanted you to know I intend being one of the prizes. They're going to announce it at muster."

Lynn looked her daughter up and down. "Be careful. Life aboard this ship is very intoxicating. You're still young. Don't get sucked in too deeply."

"I won't."

"We'll see."

Master fed me this morning, and again, Alexa witnessed the depth of my submission. I squirmed on his lap as he fingered me under my skirt, cumming twice more without his permission. I was earning myself a stiff punishment even before muster.

******

At muster, Master announced a male strip tease contest to be held tonight. Any of the men who wanted to participate would be allowed to participate. If they were standing watch, they'd be relieved long enough to do their show. They should pick out their own music and clothing. The women who wished to vote on the best strip tease could all watch the contest. The person winning the contest could pick Beth, Francesca, Belle, or Lynn's daughter, Alexandra, as their sexual partner for an hour or less, depending on their ranking. Master had Alexa raise her hand so they knew who it was. First runner up got second pick of the women for forty-five minutes, second runner-up got third choice for thirty, and fourth place got whoever was left for fifteen minutes.

There was quite a bit of buzz after that announcement. Suddenly Darla said, "If you do a decent enough job stripping, the rest of you fuckers will probably find yourself with a bed companion too. I'll be pretty juiced after the lot of you strip. Might even have to take two or three of you to bed."

Her announcement made the contest even more desirable so all the men who weren't going to be at the theater tonight quickly signed up, except for James and Henry. Sahar had no desire to watch men strip, so she offered to stand watch for anyone else who was participating. All the women, even Hannah and Angelique and the freed slaves wanted to see a strip show. None of them had ever seen anyone strip before. The only ones who didn't sign up were the married ones.

The daily drawing was held and I got Manny for his reward, plus I still needed to give the survey to Palmer, so I asked both of them to wait after the muster. Ateefah and Maahnoor came up to me after muster and asked to speak to me privately. I nodded and we stepped away so they could speak.

"Would it violate our marriage to watch other men strip off their clothes?" Maahnoor asked.

"That's up to the people involved in the marriage," I said. "You need to talk to your husbands. It is not uncommon for women in western society to attend such shows, and normally, they might not be upset if you went, but they might have a problem with you going. You have already strayed once, and James is nervous Ateefah might do the same. Men know that women are often aroused by such shows and when they come home from the show, often want to have sex, which can be good for them. Sometimes, the women get too excited and touch one of the strippers inappropriately for a married woman. That would be bad for both your marriages. I would suggest you talk to your husbands, make such promises and reassurances as you can, and if they tell me you can watch, I'll let you attend. They have to tell me. I won't trust your word if you say they said it was okay. I want to know you discussed it with them."

"We will talk to them," Maahnoor said before they left.

I went back to Palmer and Manny. "Boys, Palmer still needs to take his survey and get his reward for doing that. Manny you won any hole you want to orgasm. If you folks aren't particularly shy, I can do Manny while Palmer is taking his survey and then do Palmer, or if you're feeling real adventurous, you can spit roast me after Palmer takes his survey. I'll warn you Palmer, I can't do as good a job sucking your cock while I'm spit roasted because it doesn't allow for doing all the things to make you crazy with lust. It's just another blow job, but you might enjoy it anyway and I'm sure you can earn another BJ in the future, so what do you want to do?"

"I wouldn't mind doing the spit roast," Manny said. "I've never done anything like that before, but that blow job was out of this world so I'll defer to what Palmer wants.

"I can do the spit roast now," Palmer said. "The other guys say they get frequent opportunities for a blow job. Hell, theoretically I have a chance for another one tonight."

"Do either of you care if Lynn's daughter watches. She might as well see what she's in for tonight. She's never done anything like this either."

"No, that's fine," Palmer said.

"I'll round her up and see if she wants to watch. Wait beside Master's door. I'll be right there."

They left and I found Alexa talking to her mother. "Excuse me, Mistress. I wanted to ask Alexa if she wished to watch me get spit roasted."

"What does that mean?" Alexa asked.

"It means getting fucked at one end and sucking cock at the other end," Lynn said.

"Have you ever been spit roasted, Mother?"

"One of the nice things about having two cocks at my disposal is some of the more esoteric sexual acts at my disposal. I've not only been spit roasted, I've been airtight. Björn in my pussy, Sherry with a vibrating strapless in my ass and Manuel in my mouth. What a rush."

"Holy Smokes, Mom. Have you ever changed!"

"I decided if I was going to do this, I was going to make the best of it. My firstmarriage sucked. This one is going to way better."

"We'd better hurry. I want to be done before your brother gets here."

I rejoined the two men with Alexa in tow. It was as close as either one of them had been to her and they eyed her appreciatively. Master and Hannah had already left and I led them through his cabin. The other three slaves were taking care of whoever won them for sailor of the day. We didn't use Master's bed for such activities.

I led them to my room and had Alexa sit in my desk chair. I had both men sit on my bunk and handed Palmer an iPad and had him start the survey. I took off my clothes, waiting naked for Palmer to finish. I started stripping Manny. He had a good sized cock, slightly larger than Master, but not quite as large as Shed and Mac. Alexa was watching his black snake start growing as I undressed him and shivered.

Stroking him lightly as we waited for Palmer to finish, I made sure he was ready to fuck me. It took about twenty-five minutes for Palmer to finish and Manny's mast was rock hard, and almost nine inches long. Alexa couldn't take her eyes off of it. Palmer's dick was hard too, watching little old naked me stroking Manny. I helped Palmer with his clothes and bent over to take him in my mouth and giving Manny my crotch.

I turned to look behind me. "If you're going to fuck my ass, lubricate it in my cunt first," then I sucked Palmer to the bottom of my throat, inhaling his cock.

Manny slid his big dick in my cunt. He started a nice slow fuck. I love slow fucks. I moaned deep in my throat, tickling the crown of Palmer's prick. From then on, I ignored the fucking Manny gave me, though I climaxed three times, concentrating instead on the dick in my mouth. I did the best I could with it, taking my time, really only able to work his cock and balls and not all the other areas I knew were pleasure points. Manny's cock thrusting into me was keeping me nailed pretty good to that one spot, my feet spread and braced to withstand his strong plunges. He never did take my ass, but when I felt the first swelling of his shaft to empty his balls, I took Palmer over the top, growling as he grabbed my head and spurted his heavy cream down my throat.

Sure Palmer's cock was clean, I dropped to my knees to clean Manny's, thick with my cum as well as his. Happy with my performance and sure they were satisfied with mine, I thanked them for taking my survey and working hard for Master and walked them out of the room. I came back to get dressed again.

"That was so fucking hot," Alexandra said. "That big black cock stroking in and out of your white bald pussy. I almost orgasmed from watching. Can you lick me again?"

I looked at my watch. "I can give you fifteen minutes, but no longer. Just pull your panties down."

She pulled them down, sat on my bunk and spread her legs, a look of lust in her eyes. I gave her three, none of them as good as last night's, but she was so horny, they didn't need to be. I got up, showered quickly, making sure to get most of Manny's cum out of my cunt, then dressed to meet the rest of Alexandra's family.

My sister slaves joined me in greeting them, all of us done with our other activities. We gave them a tour of the ship, starting on the top deck, showing them the salon and massage parlor, upper spa, currently in use by Angelique and Jîngyi, both topless, just soaking, though mostly under the water. We introduced them to Lynn's kids.

Marnie said to Angelique "I feel I know you from somewhere."

"She's a model. If you follow fashion, you may have seen her in some magazines," Miranda said.

"Of course. You were in Elle from a couple months ago. You're gorgeous."

"Thank you."

Next up was the game room and bar up top. A couple off-watch guys were there shooting pool. We went down a deck showing them the bridge, where they were amazed by the lack of anything ship like, more Star Trek than Star Trek was. We knocked on the Captain's cabin, where Lynn was often found, though no one was there today. The rest of that deck was guest cabins, all in use by the extra people we had picked up, except for Lynn's. We knocked on Lynn's door and she opened it. Manuel was bent over, naked, steely hard prick, with a red ass, and Lynn had a paddle in her hand.

Seeing who it was, she threw a towel over Manuel hiding his erection, telling him to stay there for the rest of his punishment.

"What is he being punished for?" Richard asked.

"For cumming before he was given permission," Lynn said. "He was supposed to wait for my orgasm. I'll see you all at lunch in the dining room. I need to finish this first."

"She knew we were coming aboard now," Richard said, when Lynn closed the door. "Why would she be doing that now?"

"If I were going to guess," I said, "it's because it was more humiliating for Manuel to have you see him punished. It helps reinforce his submission. We used to do public punishments of all the naked slaves on the helicopter deck so everyone could witness their punishments after the morning muster. Since we've recovered so many freed slaves, we haven't felt we could continue public punishments so they didn't have to witness things which might bring up their own feelings of shame and disgust. You still like to have an audience sometimes and people you barely know is always worse than people you know who are used to seeing it. Probably why his cock was so hard even though he'd orgasmed."

Next up, Master's cabin, which we'd straightened up that morning, then the playroom. That widened their eyes. They could grasp the purpose of about half of it. Some things they might have had to work out more.

"Have all of you been punished in here," Marnie said, her eyes gleaming.

"Every slave spends some time in here at one point or another," Miranda said.

"The freed slaves hate this room," I said. "It reminds them of things they'd like to forget. They get the shakes every time they have to go through it, even the ones who've been freed the longest. I think Fatima has had Pierre in here once, and it was only for instruction on how not to hurt him when he's punished."

"What about you?" Richard asked. "Do you hate this room?"

"Not really," Francesca said. "I sometimes feel like I should, but I've had some great orgasms here. Punishments are just part of our service, like fucking and sucking. You get used to it. That's not to say I look forward to coming in here, but I don't hate it either."

"Speaking of fucking and sucking," Marnie said, "how did you like your night with Beth, Alexa?"