Author's Note: With apologies to the late Aaron Spelling. This is a work of hard core fantasy. In the real world, this probably isn't possible and would be just plain wrong. Enjoy it in that context please.

This is my second story, using the great feedback from the first. Each chapter is intended to provide content of interest :)

Chapter 1: All Aboard

From the foot of the gangway, the ship didn't look that big. It was maybe 500 feet long, stem to stern and of an older style. A modern cruise ship is all about balconies and wide open decks. From below, this one seemed to have nothing but small portholes and was all ship. This was my first concrete sign of what awaited.

I had decided to take this vacation on the recommendation of a fellow member of the Mid West BDSM group. Master John had always been far more hard core than was the norm for this group - he said that he sensed the same in me and said this trip would be a dream come true. It was expensive, real expensive, but from what he described well worth it. I couldn't get confirmation on the Internet which was odd. Considering the fact that the mating habits of the fruit fly generates about 50,000 search hits, this large ship before me didn't generate a single hit. Not a one.

I had been on cruise ships before and had become tired of the whole wait in line to get a piece of paper and then wait in line again to give it back routine. This port was so far out of the way, I had to look it up to find it. The port was in one of those small island countries in the middle of nowhere that seemed to have a population in the dozens. I had expected to go through the formalities of ID check, security screenings, scanners, etc. Instead the guy at the gate said "It's over there, Mr. Killien. Have fun." and waved towards the boat. Refreshing.

I climbed the gangway and formally boarded ship. At the top I was greeted by the first of my surprises of the hour. My greeter was stunning. Not tall, not short but just right. My scan began at the top and worked its way down. A pleasant enough face had been transformed through expert makeup into one that dared to be looked at. The long hair was probably a natural blond. Maybe not natural, but did that really matter? Her white, skin tight dress hung off of one shoulder, completely covering her right breast. Nice nipple show through. Almost enough to make one try to picture it bare. But, I didn't really have to as the left breast was totally uncovered and there for all to see in all its glory. Nice nipple. At a guess, her breasts were D cups. Maybe E's. Nicely hand size at any rate.

Continuing the scan, I don't really want to know how her waist had gotten so small sitting above such wide hips. Her dress ended mid thigh so under normal circumstances I shouldn't have been able to see her snatch. However, the dressmaker had thoughtfully provided a strategically located heart shaped cutout so I could she was shaved clean. Nice lips.

I am not normally a leg man but these might convert me. The 4 inch stiletto heels must have been painful to walk in but they did really nice things to her legs. Peeking through the open toe were some pretty pink toe nails. I was in love!

Her voice purred, ending my scan before I could do it again. "I am Mistress McCoy, Master Richard. Please follow me inside, out of this heat." Before, when I said I was in love, I was really in lust. Now I was in love! I followed her inside, watching her pert tight ass wiggle as she walked. Well, before when I said I was in love, it was really - ah Fuck it. I liked everything I saw very, very much.

We walked through a pair of matching bulkhead doors and entered the inside of the intriguing vessel. The room seemed large but not terribly well lit. Mistress McCoy stopped in front of a curtained booth and turned towards me.

"As you may or may not know, Master Richard, the good ship Bondage Fantasy specializes in the highest levels of service for our discriminating and demanding guests. This ship does not enter the waters of the developed world, as frankly, we and all aboard would be arrested as soon as we were to do so. Most of the servants aboard the vessel are not here willingly. Although many were purchased at fair prices from their fathers, to the civilized world we commit kidnapping at best, or slavery to the unenlightened. So be it. Some suffer so that others pleasure. It is the way the world has always worked and always will."

Mistress McCoy paused at that point and I wondered just how often she had said those words. She spoke like a true believer - those worlds must be truth or nothing else makes sense.

Mistress McCoy continued. "Because of how we acquire our help, and the highest level of service both we and our customers demand, finding new ways to motivate our staff is a continual process. Extreme demands require extreme motivation. Please take a look at this example". At that, she pulled back the curtains.

I suppose what I saw would shock most people. It certainly would vastly dismay my parents. But I am not most people and I am certainly not my parents. In general what I saw was a strongly bound woman. More specifically, the woman's high heeled feet were secured shoulder width apart. She was bent over forward at a 90 degree angle. Straps seemed to wrap around her thighs and hips keeping her legs straight and pulling her ass upwards. Her bare breasts were encouraged to drop by what appeared to be rather heavy weights. Her head was in a harness that featured a large ring gag keeping her mouth open. Drool oozed from a corner of her mouth. Her eyes were covered in a blindfold that encircled her ears as well. A strap ran from the top of her head to an ass hook, keeping her head upright at almost 90 degrees to the rest of her torso. A posture collar covered her neck with a chain leading down to a staple in the floor.

"This is servant number 45. Of all our servants, she scored the lowest on last week's customer service survey. Her score was a fairly good at 92% but she scored the worst of all last week. This week, she is receiving remedial motivation to remind her to try harder. She will spend 10 hours a day this week in this punishment position. We think it is ironic that she spends this time less than 10 feet from the only exit doors of the superstructure. She is as close to freedom as she will be during her time here but still we control her. Another 10 hours a day she spends as a fucking dummy in the training showcase - you will see that later. The rest of the day she spends suspended in a cage above the heat exhaust of the main engine in the engine room. We find this to be remarkably motivational. I vividly remember the time when this was me."

I stared - you mean Mistress McCoy was a servant? How I wanted to spend time with her. I started to reach to touch her shoulder.

"Please Master Richard - I need to explain something that causes problems if it is not really well understood. There are two kinds of staff here - servants and doms, both male and female. Servants are here to do whatever you want, however you want, mostly whenever you want. They don't have the right to say no, ever, and you can readily identify them as they will be wearing black. Or nothing at all except for their collars. Doms are here by choice, and are here to help you with the servants. We can be identified by the fact that we will wear any color except black. We choose the level of involvement we make and Captain Roarke is very strict that when a Dom says no, that it is upheld. Remember that this ship isn't bound by the laws of the land, and we are technically pirate. Captain Roarke is the law and what he says happens.

I am a Dom now, but yes, I was once a servant. When my time as a servant was over, I was given a choice - return to my parents, stay a servant, become a Dom, or leave the ship as property of a favored guest, never to return. That was the first choice about myself I was allowed to make in 5 years and I chose to stay. That was 10 years ago and you would be surprised how many of the Doms are also former servants."

I thought about this and realized how effective this could be. Former prisoners turned guards are often the most severe. They know all the tricks and are often ruthless in keeping their prisoners under thumb or crop.

Mistress McCoy drew the curtain back across 45's booth and said "Follow me. I will show you to your suite and introduce you to your personal servant." We descended deeper into the ship.


Chapter 2: Meeting Renee

Mistress McCoy led me down two decks and down a short hallway and stopped in front of a door marked 21. "This is your suite. We have a capacity for a maximum of 30 guests at a time and right now we are a little over half full. As we try to staff at a two servant per guest ratio and a one to one Dom to maximum guest ratio, you should see truly excellent service." With that she handed over a key. A real, honest to goodness, key. It had been years since I had seen a hotel use one. My wonderment must have been visible as she explained "We do find a real key to be much more authentic then a swipe card. Plus, you will find this key opens all the locks and restraints, both inside and in the public areas." With a gesture she suggested that I open up the door, and so I did.

As the door swung open, I was struck by contrast. The left half of the large room was well lit by pot lights, and well, comfy. There was an inviting bed with an interesting headboard and a number of upholstered chairs. The mirror over the bed was an elegant touch. The right half was dark, and shadowy. It was hard to make out just what was there in the gloom. There did seem to be something person sized in the middle, but it was hard to tell.

Mistress McCoy led me to the "light" side, waving her arm to encompass the furniture "Even a Master enjoys his comforts. This should meet your needs well. She bent down, wriggling that nice ass, and reached under the covers and pulled out a rather tall, deep drawer. In the light, I could see it was very well equipped with toys. Dildos of a variety of sizes. Butt plugs to match. A number of gags - ring, ball, drool, spider, and a couple I didn't recognize. About a dozen whips, floggers and slappers. A half dozen bottles of lube. Ropes and chains were neatly bundled. Mistress McCoy explained "All of these, and more, are available for your use with the servants. They have all been medical grade sanitized and are perfectly safe and ready". With that she pulled up the coverlet revealing rings attached to the frame about every 6 inches or so. Pulling down a cover on the headboard revealed the same. A further row existed about two feet above the mattress level. Any number of ideas of use popped pleasantly into my head.

Mistress McCoy opened a door, revealing a very large bathroom, complete with what appeared to be a two person Jacuzzi. By now, the amount of marble in the room should not have surprised me. With this Mistress McCoy led me back to the middle of the "light" side. "I hope this meets with your approval, Master Richard?" I nodded. "Then let me introduce you to your personal servant." With a flourish she pushed a button and waved to the middle of the "dark" side. A spotlight flashed on, revealing a woman.

The woman was chained spread eagle in a frame. She was wearing what seemed to be the regulation 4 inch heels over a pair of fishnet stockings. Her snatch was framed by a leather like upper garment and sported a pair of weights attached to her pussy lips. She was very nicely shaved. As far as I could tell, her garment was a corset by the narrowness of her waist. The corset tightness had expanded her already large breasts, overfilling a strap like bra of concentric circles. Around her neck was a posture collar with the number 18 clearly visible. She was wearing a spider gag and a pair of dark, underwater type goggles covered her eyes. A pair of ear buds peeked out from under her brown hair and her arms were tied tight, up and over her head. Her features appeared to be Chinese, but she could have been any nationality from South East Asia.

Mistress McCoy explained. "Master Richard, meet 18. She can't hear or see us but the light shines through just enough that she knows we are here. Based on the profile submitted by your sponsor, we selected 18 as being the most compatible with your desires. We were a little unsure about your hair color preference - but that is easily changed. We have changed 18's hair color so many times, I am not sure anyone can tell what it once was. Does she meet your desires?"

I looked and thought. Man was 18 attractive and not only my head thought so. My friend down below was stirring something strong, trying hard to escape my pants as urgently as possible. Reduced blood flow meant that my "Sure, she is hot" didn't sound as confident as I wanted but oh well. Mistress McCoy continued "In a few moments I will ask you to assign a name to 18. But first I have to explain some things. Personal servants here have undergone a great deal of training to make them suitable to our guests. As such, they represent a significant investment in time, resources and money. And although personal servants can stand up to a great deal of use, they are ultimately merely human and hence fragile. Do not break 18 or any other personal servant you play with. We will be forced to charge such costs to your account in case you break or significantly damage a servant. This charge will not be small. I am also somewhat sentimental about 18 here - you see when I was a personal servant 18 was my number. Do you understand this requirement?"

The thoughts of how I could play with my "personal" servant continued to cause a distraction to Mistress McCoy's words. I did manage a "Yes Mistress, I understand. I won't break or damage 18."

"Good. Our next step is to assign 18 a name. You can leave it at 18 but most of our guests prefer to personalize it further. Most find the name of a lost love that hurt them to be suitable but the choice is yours".

This time, I had no hesitation. None at all. "Renee"

"Excellent. 18 will now be Renee for the duration of your say. We do need to condition 18 to her new name and to your voice and command style. Please step over here and recite the words on this card into this microphone, replacing the words as suitable, using your most commanding voice"

I stepped over, cleared my throat, and read the words on the card. "Hello Renee. I am Master Richard. You will do as I wish. Begin. Continue. Stop. Strip. Blow Me. Fuck Me. Now. Present Arms. Open Mouth. Spread Legs. Stay. ..." When the card ended, so did I.

Mistress McCoy nodded. "That was very good Master Richard. For now, we will leave Renee as she is while these words and other sensations are induced to help condition her to your words. It is about 4:00 now. Renee has been as you see her since about noon, as we were unsure when you would arrive and we wanted to introduce you properly. Dinner time will be about 6:00 and we will have enough time to condition and prepare her for then."

I was disappointed. You mean I couldn't play with her now? I guess my disappointment showed as Mistress McCoy purred "Patience Master Richard. You will have plenty of time with Renee later but we do need to make sure we start things right. I have more to show you and trust me time will fly. However, there is something I can offer immediately. The Bondage Fantasy, like all good ships, was christened at launch by the whip of a cat 'o nine tails. Now, the original christening whip is in the Captain's hands, but please take this slapper and christen your relationship with Renee." With that, she handed me a flexible slapper.

With joy, I took control of the slapper. I looked at "Renee" and thought. Should I slap her ample breasts first? Her pussy? But no, I had yet to see what she looked like from behind. I stepped around the frame and discovered that Yes, Renee had nice tight ass cheeks. I reached back and ... Slap. Slap. Slap. Such sweet sounds. Renee had no idea this was coming because with the first slap, her reaction was to try to jump forward, but the restraints were strong and kept her in place. From behind, I underhanded a slap to both her exposed pussy, and the weights hanging below. This got a verbal reaction - I could hear a moan escape her gag. Because I could, I added about a dozen more to her thighs and arms in rapid order. I was unsure what level constituted damage so I had kept my efforts to medium strong. I handed the slapper to Mistress McCoy and nodded my thanks. McCoy asked "May I?" and upon my nod proceeded to slap Renee's inner thighs 5 times rapidly at a much harder level then I. Mistress McCoy's level of skill was such that she missed the dangling weights with each stroke. Then, with purpose, she slapped each weigh separately, causing them to oscillate back and forth for a while. More moans escaped from Renee's gag. We watched as Renee attempted to sway her body, back and forth, back and forth, to minimize the weights impact. I don't think this worked well but it sure was nice to watch.

Mistress McCoy put down the slapper and reached onto the table, returning with what I can only describe as dildos on a strap. She attached one end to the front of Renee's garment. She reached under, between her legs with the other end. She asked "Master Richard. Please loop the other end through the ring about 4 inches up the garments back and put gentle pressure on the strap." I did so and then watched as Mistress McCoy adjusted the dildos so that they just touched Renee's front glory hole and her anal one as well. "Now Master Richard - pull down hard. Harder. Harder." With each pull, the leverage doubled the force that inserted the dildos deeper, oh so deep, into Renee. A gasp escaped the gag as Renee's body tried again to escape her fate. Mistress McCoy took the strap and doubled it back onto a buckle. Those babies were not going anywhere. She then handed me a pair of odd looking nipple weights. I didn't need instruction so I clipped them one by one onto Renee's pretty nipples. They were heavier than they looked.

Mistress McCoy then explained "These instruments are part of the conditioning process. For the next hour or so they will be connected to her ear buds where she will listen to your commands. They will provide appropriate pleasurable stimulation as well as pain in time with your voice. Renee is well used to being conditioned this way. In about an hour she will respond appropriately to the sound of your voice as if she had known you for years. And if she doesn't, she will experience the consequences. This reminds me, we are almost late for our meeting with Captain Roarke." She proceeded out of the room quickly. I followed with a very high level of interest and an even higher level of erection.


Chapter 3 - Aye, Aye Captain

Mistress McCoy led me down the hallway towards one end of the ship. "This is deck 1. On it are all our guest suites, 30 in all." As we climbed two flights of stairs Mistress McCoy continued to give me the ships layout. "Deck 2 is where we came in. Aside from the entrance security area, it has the dining area, galleys, and the show lounge and arena. This is the place where we have our nightly entertainment and demonstrations. Also on Deck 2 are a number of specialized theme rooms for our guest's enjoyment. We also use it as part of our hands on training for our newer servants. Above that is deck 3. Deck 3 has the guest access solarium as well as the captain's quarters and the bridge. These last two areas are normally strictly off limits however we will be meeting the Captain on the bridge shortly. Below Deck 1 are decks A and B. They contain the living quarters for the Doms and Seamen. It is also where we store the personal servants when they are not otherwise required. I am sure that you can understand that even Dom's need their privacy respected. Please do not under any circumstances descend to these decks. I assure you that everything of interest will be readily available to you. Please note that there is no outside deck access. The only way to enter or exit the ship is through the double security doors. These are strictly controlled to ensure we don't have accidents."

With that we arrived at the top of the stairs. Mistress McCoy knocked and said "Mistress McCoy bringing Master Richard to meet Captain Rorke. There was a click and then McCoy led me onto the bridge. I looked around, eager to see the mysteries of the bridge. For the most part, I found no mysteries, save two. I had once taken a vanilla cruise and participated in one of those "Behind the scenes" tours, so I knew what should be on a bridge. It was all there as expected with one significant exception. I don't recall, on the vanilla ship, that there was a 4 foot post sticking out of the middle of the floor. I definitely don't remember there being a woman on her knees, with her back strapped to the post. I am pretty sure I would have noticed that. This woman was dressed as Renee was, except her arms were strapped behind her back, she was blond, bare chested, and she had a large ring gag that forced her mouth open wide. Her posture color had a 7 written on it. She was most securely immobilized - I doubt her muscles had much room to wiggle.

The other oddity was the captain himself. He was fairly tall with a distinguished, graying air. He looked like a cross between "The most interesting man in the world" and "Kahn Singh". I couldn't help myself - I looked around for a short dwarf in a nice suit. I saw none but maybe the tied up blond was named Tattoo? The height was about right.

Captain Rorke held out his hand. I shook his and looking into his face. I felt a sense of vast power both from his grip and the depths of his eyes. This was not a man I wanted to mess with. "Welcome to my good ship. The "Bondage Fantasy" was made real over 15 years ago when I was able to turn this old cruise ship, destined for a distant ship breaker, into my place where dreams and fantasies become real. Yes, it is true this comes on the backs of others, but life is not fair. It is to be enjoyed by those who can." As someone who could, it wasn't possible for me to disagree with that. He continued "Only a privileged few can experience what we offer. For obvious reasons, we do not advertise. The Internet has no knowledge of us and Port Snake, where you boarded is a backwater in a country that barely has a name. The police chief is a frequent guest and is a good friend. You were sponsored by a past guest - Master John. Only past guests can refer a newbie to us. We have checked into your background, my friend, and have determined that you are well suited to enjoy what we have to offer. I welcome you!"

With that he shook my shoulders and gave several cheerful pats on the shoulder. I suddenly felt welcomed and had a sense of belonging that has happened too rarely. I nodded and provided my best Devil-may-care-grin. With that, he too nodded and turning serious, while warning "But this all comes at a price. We have provided you with a number of rules and guidelines. You must follow them. We offer you a chance to have a fantasy whereby the normal rules of society can be ignored. They do not apply here. Rules are a part of life, however. The rules we give you must be followed. You will not enjoy the consequences if you fail them." Sobered and concerned, I replied with a nod.

The Captain continued. "But enough of the seriousness. It is time to enjoy. Before I ask Mistress McCoy to show you more of the common areas, have you any questions?" I thought for a moment and responded "Just one, Sir. What is this?" I asked, pointing at the immobile blond.

"Ah yes. Our Stayalert. As you may know, ship watch keeping can be a very boring activity. Often very long hours of staring at the vast and empty sea. This can be tiring and we use this as a way of staying awake. Let me demonstrate." With that, Captain Rorke moved in front of the hapless number 7. He unzipped his fly and inserted his flaccid penis through the ring gag. He patted the top of the bound girls head one and sounds began to emerge. It was obvious that number 7 was providing the Captain a blow job. The sounds of sucking and blowing filled the room. The captain patted number 7's head twice, and the sounds stopped as the Captain withdrew his now erect member. "Would you like a sample, Master Richard?" It was hard to turn down but I did think of Renee, patiently bound and waiting in my cabin. I could wait. "No Sir, I would hate to disappoint Renee in my cabin." I said with a leer.

Captain Rorke gave me a knowing look and simply asked "Mistress McCoy?"

"Why thank you sir." She stepped over to number 7, stood in front of her with her behind towards 7's face, and rolled up her dress to midriff level. She leaned forward, jutted her chest out and while reaching back, patted 7's head, just once. With an effort, 7 got her tongue through the gag. I could see the whole thing from the side as 7's tongue flashed in and out, in and out and side to side, making contact with Mistress McCoy's pussy each time. A sly smile crossed her lips as she was pleasured by the bound 7. McCoy's bare breast jiggled so nicely in rhythm with the flashing tongue down below. After about a minute, she stepped away. To my surprise, 7's tongue continued to work. It looked like she had a pierced tongue with a stud in it. After 20 seconds of so I looked at the Captain in question.

He responded "Mistress McCoy instructed 7 to start. She has yet to command a stop. This servant and any servant really, will keep going until their tongue seizes. And even then they will keep trying. They know well what happens if they do not." He stared at the girl who was continuing to provide oral sex to the thin air. "At any given time we have about 60 personal servants on ship. At max we have 30 guests and usually it is less. There are always servants who are not required by guests and they serve the ship in other ways. Servants work the Stayalert duty for 12 hours at a time. This one is about half way through its shift. At 12 bells it will be replaced with a fresh one. "

"I apologize but I really must begin to get the ship ready to shove off. Please excuse me to my duties. I am sure Mistress McCoy will be pleased to show you the rest of the ship". With that, he tipped his cap and turned his back to other pressing matters. Those pressing matters did not include a double pat on a bound servants head. I followed Mistress McCoy out the door. I left the bridge even more interested than when I entered it.


Chapter 4: The Arrangements

We descended to deck 2, with Mistress McCoy in the lead. I was quite content to follow as her ass was tight and moved in a nice rhythm. At deck two I noticed the security doors were now closed and dogged. If the Captain was correct, and I am sure he was, nothing could be leaving the ship now. I did spare a glance for the still bound, hapless 45. As I was now behind her in her frame, I could see more of her predicament. Not only was she effectively unable to move, on either side of her was a simple machine with either a whip or a flogger on a swing arm. Mistress McCoy saw my attention and said "Those machines are programmed to go off at random throughout the day. However they do have a manual override. Just press that red button over there." Invitations like that were what I lived for - so I pressed the button and watched.

First, a rod popped up from the floor. I wondered at that until I saw that it made contact with the weights hanging from her large and probably very painful breasts. The weights were pushed up and let fall by gravity several times. The left swing arm activated, and a flogger smacked 45's ass with a crack. It retracted and swung again. Several times. The right swing arm then activated and a number of balls on rope swung down. It was hard to see but it looked like several swung under to make contact with the exposed and accessible cunt. Others just made contact with the sore areas just whipped. 45's body once again tried to jump away, but there was no escape. Mistress McCoy continued "The automatics do this roughly every 15 minutes. We Doms have made a ritual of pressing the button anytime we pass by it. As well, many guests like the reaction. Once upon a time, we had a guest who was just plain fascinated with the results. He would spend an hour each day, just pressing the button. Eventually we had to ask him to stop. The servant was on the verge of being broken."

Mistress McCoy continued down the hall into a room with the words "Grand Dining" over the door. I was expecting a larger room, but instead was surprised at how small the room was. There were about a dozen four person tables in an opulent setting. I was still doing the math in my head "30 guests + 30 servants + ..." I had figured out there wasn't enough tables when my escort began "I see your question in your face. Rest assured this is ample seating. One of the rules of the boat is that guests must not feed any servant anything except water. It is the boats responsibility to feed its staff and we take that very seriously. Servants have a special diet designed to meet their nutrient needs as well as providing the right materials to encourage appropriate figures. It is all carefully maintained and extra or unexpected food causes problems. Plus, if you feed them you will just encourage them to expect it from you. Why take this responsibility on?" I could accept not having to worry about this - after all, this was a fantasy trip. Why sweat the small stuff?

McCoy continued, "Another of the boats standing orders, pun intended, is that personal servants may not sit in public spaces. What you allow them to do in your private suite is up to you but in public they are only allowed to stand or kneel. This formality helps keeps things well ordered. At dinner, Renee will stand behind you, ready to get anything you need. Seating is shared - you will dine with 3 other guests who we select for having the most things in common. Generally, once each cruise you will be invited to share the Captains table with Captain Rorke. You will find this a rare and valued time that will be very rewarding."

McCoy walked through the "Grand Dining" room and entered a room beyond marked "Showroom". This room appeared to be somewhat like a cross between a stadium and a show lounge. The center area was a round area surrounded by a low wall maybe 30 feet in diameter. Surrounding it was various levels of seating, with each seat appearing quite comfortable. The seats were sometimes single, and others were clustered for 3 or 4 people.

In the middle of the circle were two people. One was the first male Dom I had seen. He was large and had a muscular air. He was dressed in a white harness that covered all the appropriate places. His attention was focused on the woman in the ring, who also wore a harness, but hers was black and far more open. This harness seemed to be composed entirely of straps. Straps went up and down each leg. There were straps around the midriff and her breasts seemed to be tightly bound, making them appear smaller. Her arms had concentric straps every couple on inches from shoulder to wrist. Her hands were encased in metal balls, prohibiting her fingers from making contact with anything. These were attached to the harness, just below her ribs, causing her elbows to jut out behind her. She was wearing a posture collar but unusually her head was mostly free. There was a blindfold over her eyes and ear buds in her ears but otherwise her head was clear. She was wearing an unusual amount of makeup, almost cartoon like. Her lips were a shade of maroon, red rouge had been generously applied to her cheeks and her brows were a deep black.

As I watched, the girl began to move. She took two steps forward, keeping her high heels in a perfect line in front of her with each step. She swayed her hips in an exaggerated mode. When she stopped she said "Fuck me master." Her voice started strong but faded by the end. The Dom beside her smacked is crop on the side of her head. She staggered but resumed an upright position. She then swiveled 180 degrees, took 3 steps forward in the same manner and said "Fuck every hole, master". This time, the voice was strong and the Dom made no action. The girl then opened her mouth, licked her lips, and started to work her tongue. This continued for a bit, then, still working, she leaned forward 90 degrees, presenting her ass. Again the Dom did nothing. While I watched the woman stopped, pranced, jumped up and down, wriggled some more, and at various times explained that "she existed to serve, was a fucking doll, and wanted nothing more than to be abused by a strong master".

McCoy pointed to the girl and said "This is the new 52. She has only been with us a month and is still in training. At this stage of her training, she is learning to rely and depend upon instructions from the Dom's and guests. Her training harness will not be removed for at least another 2 weeks. She cannot interact with the world and could not feed herself, even if food was present. She cannot see and all she can hear is the voice of a Dom. If she obeys the voice, she isn't punished. If she fails the instruction, then she is punished immediately by the Dom at her side. Think of it as an extreme form of involuntary "trust fall". Would you like to try?"

"Sure"

With that, Mistress McCoy took me to an area I hadn't noticed before. There, a woman Dom was at a console with a microphone. She moved out of the way and beckoned for me to try. I moved to the microphone and began. "On your knees." 52 dropped one knee down and then the other. "Straighten." She then moved her ass up and forward, causing her torso to rise. "Shake your hips". "Faster." "Faster." And with this she fell forward. She had no way to stop herself as her hands and arms were bound. There was a bit of a bump as she face planted on the floor of the stage. The Dom then proceeded to smack her ass twice and grabbed hold of some of the straps across her back. One handed, he returned her to the upright position.

With his other hand he made a slowing motion to me. I spoke "slower" into the microphone and watched as her hips continued to move just slower. So far this was just like having a voice activated remote control robot. I love robots. Then I had an inspiration and into the microphone said "Verbalize orgasm". I thought this would be a problem but out of her mouth came the sounds of passion. Ohs and ahs. Moans and Screams. A rush ran through my bones and I thought of what Renee would sound like. My one final command to the robot was "Repeat you are the greatest ever, Master Richard". And with the sweet sound of those words, I was done with this toy. I left the console and followed Mistress McCoy towards my suite.


Chapter 5 - Activating Renee

I followed Mistress McCoy down the stairs and we returned to the suite areas. Before entering my suite, Mistress McCoy stopped me and said "Before we return to Renee, there are some things I must tell you. Renee will be your personal servant for 14 hours each day. She does require a certain amount of maintenance every day - this will not be your responsibility - it is ours and we take pride in ensuring that she is well prepared for your use. Most guests find it convenient to turn their personal servants over to us for a couple of hours in the late morning, 2 hours or so in the afternoon before dinner, and for 6 hours over night - you can arrange for us to take possession of her after you fall asleep and she will be back, where you put her, when you awake. At any time, you can call Servant Services and they will promptly arrive to take care of your needs with her. If you want to change her appearance, her dress, whatever, just call and they will take care of it promptly. Also - and this is very important, while here you may have submissive fantasies of your own. We understand and support this. But you must never demonstrate this with Renee. Renee must always be in your control. If you want experiences where you are not in control as well, just let any Dom know and we will be very happy to do so. If other partners are required, that too can happen, with other personal servants. Not with Renee - For you she must always be submissive. Before we go in, I need to make sure you understand these rules."

I thought for a moment, and was enthused that some of my switch desires could be met. It was a drag that it wouldn't be with Renee, but if them are the rules, them the rules. "Sure" I responded. And with that, Mistress McCoy opened the suite door, and I got to see lovely Renee.

She was just as I left her an hour ago, in that lovely spread eagle. The dildos in her cunt and ass, were still forcing their way upward. Her large breasts heaved - jiggling the weights that still remained on her breasts. Even with my lack of empathy, I felt a slight twinge for her. Not enough to do anything, but still a twinge. It went away quickly as my cock voiced his approval. It's very strong approval.

Mistress McCoy laughed. "I can see you are already enjoying your time here. Perhaps you want to destress a bit before dinner. Release Renee and tell her what you want".

Hmm. What is it I wanted? Thrusting my cock as far up Renee's swatch as possible. Several times. Well - many times. Just like her namesake refused to allow. The Bitch. But - maybe later. Her pert ass was also so, so inviting. But - also maybe later. Got it.

With that, I stood behind the bound Renee. I stood real close behind her, and my member made contact with her right ass check. Umm, nice. But again - later. I reached around her sides, and found the weights attached to her nipples. I pulled both weights. Right. Left. Up and Down. The left one pulled free and I was holding a nipple weight in my hand. Renee gasped with the pain as first the weight pulled, and then the blood flowed. Hard. Then the contrast hit- her left nipple was unencumbered while the right nipple kept the weight. I decided that was OK with me. I then removed the ear buds from each of her ears. Again, from behind, I leaned forward and spoke into her right ear. "Hello Renee. This is Master Richard. I have decided that I need a blow job. Urgently. You will do so. Understand?"

With that, the still bound and gagged Renee nodded once. I reached up and unhooked her arms. Still speaking to her ear I instructed "Clasp your hands behind your back. When I free your legs, I want you to kneel. Understand?" Again a nod of affirmation. My hands moved down the sides of her body - first the breasts, then the corset, then her firm ass, and down the sides of her legs. I unclasped her leg shackles from the side of the frame. She bent down, one knee first then the other, perfectly straight and looking ahead. I stepped around Renee and now was in front of the girl. She was still gagged and blindfolded. I reached around her brown hair and unclasped the gag - pulling the straps sideways and the penis gag out of her mouth. The gag was larger than I had expected - at least four inches long and perhaps 2 inches in diameter. As the plastic penis escaped her lips, the lips smiled and her tongue came out, showing her tongue stud. She licked her red lips, slowly, and her tongue returned to its hole. Her lips opened slightly and my penis was invited in.

At this point I had a dilemma - did I want Renee to see my member or should it be a large surprise. I decided to leave the blindfold on as I reached for my fly. It seemed to take forever but eventually the fly was down. A quick adjustment allowed my rock hard member to escape from the fly in my briefs and it was out and free. I leaned forward and watched as the tip of my penis met Renee's soft, red lips. They parted more and the tongue flickered. Again. And again. My dick was wet as the tongue flicked side to side and her lips drew me in. Further and further. My head met the tongue stud and wow - hot and cold at the same time. The stud moved back and forth along my head and the shaft. Again, and again.

In my mind, this wonderfulness went on for hours. I suspect reality was 30 seconds. That didn't matter. It had been an arousing day and I was ready. An explosion of jism left my penis and blanketed the back of Renee's throat. I have had blow jobs from experts before and they always flinch at this point. Not Renee. She just kept going, milking every last drop from my penis. My mission accomplished, I pulled out and wondered what would happen. I had provided no instruction on what she should do next. Renee's lips closed and then she swallowed. I could see her throat bulge and contract as my deposit worked its way down her throat. She then smiled and waited patiently.

I was amazed. Here I was with Renee. I had yet to hear a word from her and she had yet to see what I looked like. But she had given me an amazing blow job that had me weak in the knees. What a good Renee - her namesake talked and talked, but in the end was just a tease. No action. This Renee was a vastly improved model. It was then that I realized that Mistress McCoy was still in the room. I looked up and she laughed. "I can see we chose well with Renee. It is about 10 minutes to dinner time - plenty of time. I think you will want to request a room service. Just ask the following "Master control. I need a master clean up and the servant prepared for dinner". I did as instructed and the ship computer sounded a quick beep to acknowledge my request. It must have been a minute later when there was a knock on the door. "Room Service. May we enter"?


Chapter 6: Room Service

I glanced at Mistress McCoy who nodded. "Enter" I called to the servants patiently waiting on the other side of the door.

The door opened and two servants entered. The first to enter was perhaps 5'6", blond, but her ancestors were almost certainly from Africa. The hourglass waist I was beginning to expect was there, but the breasts, the breasts, they seemed endless. I am guessing E cup. That's big but above the hourglass waist, they were huge. She was wearing some sort of leather harness that was integrated into her corset and crossed between her mounds to meet over the shoulder somewhere. Ditto for below - straps went down from the bottom of her corset, down between the wide open legs to meet somewhere in behind. Her pubic hairs indicated that black was her natural hair color. The mandatory 4 inch heels were also present. Around her neck she wore a ringed collar with the number 14 proudly displayed. She marched forward and got to one knee in front of me.

When 14 got into position, I got a better view of her companion. She was dressed as 14 and her collar read 36. Compared to 14, she was nice, but a bit of a disappointment. She was a brunette whose ancestors probably hailed from Northern Europe. She had that peaches and cream complexion so common in that area. She had a nice face, if with a bit too much makeup for my taste. I am sure that Mother Nature does not provide her people with purple lips. It matched her purple eye shadow to a T however. I am guessing she sported a pair of C cups - nice but not the same as 14's E's. However, she made up for it with her legs. The legs were long, and slim and long and well, slim. Very nice. 4 inch heels definitely worked for her. 36 got down on one knee to the right of 14.

14 said "Sir. We understand that you need clean up and your servant needs to be prepared for dinner. Do we understand correctly?" I nodded.

With that they sprang to action. 14 reached forward and unbelted and unbuttoned my pants. The pants and my boxers were lowered. Briefly, I felt a bit ridiculous, but 14 soon fixed that. Her tongue flicked here and there, removing the worst of the liquids that covered my now flaccid penis. The penis started to stir but decided on later. From seeming nowhere 14 produced a cloth and proceeded to rub the entire penis and balls area. After a moment or two all was well and I was buttoned back up.

14 finished with me before 36 had gotten much done with Renee. I glanced over and 36 had removed all of Renee's accessories except the corset and dildo belt. She had a makeup kit out and was in the process of applying new colors to Renee's pretty face. Renee was stock still - a mannequin in the making. 14 asked "Sir - do you wish your servant to keep her dildo belt during dinner". That was a question I had no immediate answer for. I looked at Renee and could see that the belt was on very tight by the way it had folded and displaced what little spare flesh she had. It sure looked painful. Well, not my pain so I nodded a Yes. With that 14 reached behind her and pulled out a black garment. Renee held her hands up above her head and her wrist shackles jangled slightly. 14 bunched and gathered the garment over the hands and pulled down quickly. A few more tugs and the garment sat in place.

Renee's "dress" had clearly been form fitted just for her. The dress covered her breasts - sort of. A strip of cloth covered each nipple, with wide open slits to each side, revealing the areola underneath. More material enclosed the sides of each breast to her rib cage. The dress fit perfectly snug over her corset and then stopped at the front, but in the rear it draped down to the backs of her knees. I could clearly see her dildo belt - if it were not there I would have a clear view of her pussy. I guess I was the champion of her modesty without even knowing it.

14 then said - your servant hasn't been branded to your service yet. She held out a collar for me to inspect. It was similar to the collars 14 and 36 wore but with different wording. Whereby their collars just showed their numbers, on the left side of this collar, the words "Master Richard's" was engraved. In the middle was a D ring and to its right the words "Servant Renee" was proudly displayed. I took the collar and stepped in front of the now semi clothed Renee. With my right hand I pushed up on Renee's chin, exposing her bare neck. With both hands I applied her collar and brought the ends together, with a click the collar was locked in place. 36 then handed me a leather leash which I snapped in place.

Mistress McCoy then spoke. "I believe you now know all that you need. Please take Renee with you to dinner. When you exit the cabin, turn right and it is the end of the hall. You will be shown your table there."

With that I tugged on the leash and began to exit the cabin, Renee following a proper two steps behind. As I crossed the threshold, I looked back. Mistress McCoy had clearly been excited by the activity as she had already spread her legs and the long tongue for 14 was reaching for the moist pussy.


Chapter 7: Your meal is served (added: 2015/07/03)

I walked down the hall with Renee in tow. At the end of the hall, we reached a large room. A Dom in the standard form fitting white was standing in the middle of the entrance. "Welcome Master Richard. You will be seated with Master's Keith, Bruce, and Wahid at table 6. They are already here and eager to meet their new companion." With that, she snapped her fingers once and a buxom beauty hustled from a side wing. I didn't catch her number but she was dressed in what I now understood to be the service uniform - a corset, some straps, everything showing and of course the 4" inch heels. This servant said "follow me Sir" and quickly turned around to lead me. I followed her, not very far, to my table.

The room had maybe 12 round tables for four and about half had occupants. The servant reached a table with an empty seat. She pulled out the chair and beckoned me to sit. As she slid the chair in behind me I nodded a greeting to my fellow table mates. The servant leaned forward to pick up the napkin from the plate in front of me. As she did, her bare breast just touched the side of my cheek. I had a very pleasant sight of a bare nipple pass my eyes and then it was gone. The napkin was spread over my lap, I heard a snap on the chair behind me, and then she was gone, almost as quick as she appeared.

I took a quick look at my table mates. Nothing jumped out as being of interest - all three looked like ordinary blokes that you see every day and ignore. Master Keith was seated across from me at the round table. The servant standing behind him was very nice to look at. She was dressed similar to Renee. I could see from the midriff up over Keith's head. Another set of perky breasts that matched her moon shaped face. If I had to guess, she was Slavic in background but it she could have hailed from anywhere.

To my right, a big breasted and big hipped servant stood behind Bruce with her arms clasped behind her back. And on my left, an East Indian servant stood behind the also East Indian Wahid. I could see from her collar that Wahid's servant was named Indra. I am no expert at ages, but Indra looked much too young to sport the D cup breasts that peeked out from her gown. All in all, a lot of brilliant eye candy to distract the wayward male eye. One thing I found especially interesting - all the servants' leashes seemed to be connected to the back of the chair. I couldn't see Renee, but assumed the snap I heard earlier was the leash being attached.

Wahid opened the conversation with the standard conversational gambit of "My name is .." The small talk proceeded through names, places, occupations and was beginning to get to sports when a bell rang just once. Immediately, a servant in service gear approached each table and placed a platter with salads, veggies, and soups on the roundabout in the middle of the table. As soon as the waitress got out of the way, the table's servants all took one step to the right and began to pile on the plate. It made me even hungrier to see Renee's nice mounds from the side as she placed salad and ladled a soup. She reached for some bread, buttered it, put it on the plate and stepped back, in time with the other servants. Slick.

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something odd about Bruce's servant. I could see from the collar that he had named her Robin, but other than that all seemed to have returned to normal. I resolved to pay closer attention. Through the starter course, we ate and made the polite conversation of strangers, trying to find common topics of interest. Keith, across from me, decided to start the conversation around something that obviously interested us all - girls and the controlling of such. He said "You know, the discipline these servant show is really amazing. This is my third voyage and it continues to amaze me." I looked back in polite interest but with some skepticism "I think I agree but what prompted that thought?" Keith thought for a second and his face brightened. He reached forward to the veggie tray and took a handful of carrots from the plate. "Becca - to my right. Legs apart." was all he said. His servant stepped to Keith's right. I could see that she was dressed much like all the other servants and Renee for dinner. Unlike Renee I could see that her pussy was wide open and available. She did have some cute little hearts trimmed in her pubic hair.

I watched as Keith took the first carrot and inserted it in Becca's pussy, pointy end first. Becca just stood there. Keith then inserted number 2 in, butt end first. Three went in pointy end and four followed butt end first. Soon there Becca stood in front of us all with the ends of four carrots visible, and the bulk inside her snatch. Keith made a twirling motion and Becca rotated 180 degrees. With his final carrot, reached under her draped gown and inserted the final carrot butt end first. Keith motioned Becca back behind the chair and looked at me. "See - not a peep. She will keep those carrots up her snatch and up her butt all night if I want. Next time I will try it with a kumquat." He said with a smirk.

As a conversation starter, this was a hit. Talk turned to some of our favorite pastimes with partners, in the vanilla world and on the ship. Both Keith and Bruce had been on the bondage fantasy before, while I and Wahid were the virgins of the group. Yeah, virgin.

We heard two bells and the starter platter were removed, to be quickly replaced with a platter of steaks, seafood, and accompaniments. As Renee stepped to my side, I kept an eye on Robin, as she stepped beside Bruce. Yes - as I thought I had seen, Robin has something extra between the legs. I was embarrassed; I had thought that Robin was pretty hot initially. Oops. That's when I though She was a she, not the genetic he I now realized Robin was, despite the addition of breasts. Well to each their own, if that's what Bruce wanted, the more power to him. I hadn't realized that the Good Ship Bondage Fantasy was that diverse in the servants they owned.

Talk continued and the main course was in time replaced by the desert course, followed by ports and brandies. Life was good.

I hadn't noticed but the tables filled the room in a "U" pattern. At the throat of the "U" was a stockade type contraption. There was a tinkling of a glass and Captain Rorke got everyone's attention. "I hope that you have had another wonderful meal here on the good ship Bondage Fantasy. But let me ask, was anyone's meal not to their liking or the service in any way not superb." Well - I have always been a shit disturber. I stood. Captain Rorke looked at me and said "Please explain Master Richard". With that I spoke in a clear voice that "My mashed potatoes were runny." I caught Master Keith's eye as he shook his head in mild disbelief. He knew full well I passed on the mashed potatoes and none had ever even touched my plate.

With a snap, Captain Rorke ordered "10 front and center". And with that the tall skinny blond leapt forward to kneel on one knee before Captain Rorke. Was that who our servant waitress was? She was generally so quick that I never really paid any attention to her. Captain Rorke barked "Take a position in the punishment rack." With that 10 quickly stood behind the stockade. Captain Rorke secured her ankle shackles to the frame sides, with her feet being maybe 3 feet apart. He then lifted up the top arm of the stockade and 10 leaned forward, putting her head and wrists through the half circles. Captain Rorke then swung down the top arm and secured it, ensuring that the hapless 10 was going to receive her punishment, regardless of just about anything. With the press of a button, the stockade arm lowered, pushing 10's head and wrists closer to the ground. Conversely, her ass stuck up in the air even more prominently.

With that, Captain Rorke called "Master Richard, as the aggrieved party, it is only fair that you mete out the punishment. Please approach the stand". I needed no further invitation and approached Captain Rorke. He handed me a quirt and said "For instances like this, the standard punishment is fifteen licks. The servant will count them out. Use whatever mercy you think is appropriate."

My first thought was "Is this some kind of test?" Followed by "Does Captain Rorke know that this servant is effectively innocent. But - does it matter? It is my vacation and I can do what I want." So with this I convinced myself that no mercy was warranted. I reached back and swung at her left ass cheek. Hard. The smack was greeted by the wondrous sounds of "One" barked from 10's ragged voice. On land, I know that the proper thing to do is to move the location of a strike around, to minimize the bite and to prevent excessive skin reaction. But this was my vacation, yada yada yada and my second strike was in the exact same place as number one. "Two". "Three" ... "Seven" and then after my eighth identical strike a "For god's sake, no more" with a sob instead of the required "Eight".

Well, you could have heard a pin drop in the ensuring silence. I looked around and saw a mixture of surprise and consternation on some of the faces of my fellow masters. Out of curiosity only, I looked at Renee. And what I saw was pure horror.

Captain Rorke broke the silence. "It is to be regretted that servant 10 has chosen to break the servant's first commandment. This servant has just issued an instruction to a master. " Captain Rorke paused as he gathered his thoughts. "This is a serious matter that can only be judged in the cold light of day. For now, I order that this servant be gagged and secured as it clearly does not understand when to speak. I will hold a Captain's Justice in front of all Guests and Crew tomorrow at 2:00. All are required to attend. "

With that, Captain Rorke paused some more and announced "I am sorry this has ruined what was otherwise a fine meal. Please, please, don't let this spoil your evening's plans. We have a great and unique show in the lounge starting in about 20 minutes. Our performers are eager to show you their stuff so I hope that you will all be there." With that, Captain Rorke exited the room.

Master Keith just looked at me and said "Wow. You really know how to start a shit storm." I shrugged and privately hoped that no one else had noticed that I never even tried the mashed potatoes. Further light discussion then happened and using the advice of my table mates, I turned over Renee with the other servants to the ship for two hours of "Maintenance". As Renee and the others being led away I happened to notice Keith's Becca. After all, she was the one with carrots still stuck up her snatch. I headed down to the show lounge for the evening's entertainment with my new found friends.


Chapter 8: Showtime (added: 2015/07/03)

On the way to the show lounge, I asked Keith what I should expect. With a shrug, Keith responded "Dunno. It always is different. Sometimes I learn stuff. Sometimes I don't. It will be interesting - I am always ready for Becca afterward."

"Always?" I questioned.

"Always. This is my fourth trip on the Bondage Fantasy. Becca was assigned to me the first time as my personal servant. I have requested her ever since. I may buy her when the time comes."

Now this made me pause. I had hoped for an intelligent question but managed a "Huh?" instead.

Keith response furthered my feeling that I really didn't know anything that was going on. He said "What do you think happens to the servants when they aren't able to serve anymore? After 5 years they are given their first choice in all those years. Become a Dom, be returned to their parents, or be sold to a Master. I am told that no servant has ever wanted to be returned to the parents who sold their innocent children into sex slavery in the first place. If Becca chooses to be sold to a master, she will be auctioned and if I can afford it, I will buy her."

Hmm - my own personal Renee? Something to think about. We arrived at the lounge area and could find really good seats. The lounge had about 50 seats that surrounded a round stage that was perhaps 30 feet in diameter. On the stage were two brass poles, floor to ceiling set maybe 6 feet apart. Dangling from the ceiling was an assortment of rings. Some seats were mere feet from the stage while none was more than 15 feet. The ones in the rear rank were raised so that they could easily see over the front. I noticed that most of the masters sat in groups with their dinner mates. A few had kept their servants with them. These girls were on their knees behind their master's chair and ready to assist them. As we seated ourselves, the house lights dimmed and a spotlight shone onto the stage.

A Dom I had not seen before stepped onto the stage. She was nicely built without being over the top in any particular way. The acoustics in the lounge was quite good as she spoke loudly, but didn't need to shout to be clearly heard. "Welcome fellow Masters. My name is Mistress Michelle. I have had the pleasure of working with some of you on expanding your repertoire with our servants. Some of you I haven't met yet. Tonight I have a very interesting line up of acts for you - our entertainment team has worked hard to ensure that the servants know what we expect of them. And if you feel the boat rock, it is either that you are deeply moved by what you see, or the boat has undocked. With luck, it will be both!" A wry chuckle arose from the audience.

Mistress Michelle beckoned and someone entered the stage. This was the first woman I had seen today that was dressed in neither black, nor in white. This woman was obviously South East Asian - Japanese or Korean at a guess. She was fairly short with black hair and was dressed as a geisha girl in a long flowing yellow and orange kimono robe. It was belted around the waist at looked to be comfortable to wear. To date, I had not seen a servant wear anything comfortable at all. She walked up onto the stage with an odd gait and bowed deeply to each of the four cardinal points. As she turned in side profile to me, I could see the cause of her odd gait. Rather than the seemingly standard 4 inch heel, this geisha was wearing 7 inch heeled, ballet boots. No wonder her gait was odd, being forced to walk on her toes. I had once presented a pair to a now former girlfriend/sub. It had been hilarious to watch her try to walk in those ballet boots. At best she made two steps before collapsing. She was determined to succeed at walking in them, but unlike this geisha, she failed after an hour's effort. After the geisha bowed to the last cardinal point, she stepped off the stage and stood to a side.

The geisha was immediately replaced with a new performer with black hair and dressed as a harem girl. She had on a pair of flowing, semi sheer pants that accentuated her lines. Up top, some sort of bra/crop top/halter with lots of tassels both hid and revealed her breasts. I got the sense they were probably large, but couldn't quite tell at first glance. This definitely had my attention as this type of mystery just needs to be solved. Further staring, while rude, didn't give me a firm answer. However, I think time will tell. As well, the lovely lady had a sheer scarf wrapped around her head, revealing her eyes but not her lower face and neck.

With a clap of Mistress Michelle's hands, soft music began to play and the performer began to dance. The platform began to rotate so we had an up close view from every angle. She moved from pole to pole, wriggling up and down, hips swaying from side to side. As her dance progressed, she became more animated and she reached down and loosened her pants cuffs, revealing that they were slit up the side. With more dance she removed what was left of her pants, revealing her totally shaved pussy, surrounded by some type of black material on both sides of her lips. I was surprised at how enticing a bare bottom is when the top was still totally concealed. The performer continued to dance and ground her pussy against the pole occasionally. With time she removed her top, revealing that she was wearing some form of latex undergarment. Her breasts were as uncovered as her pussy, but seemed to be well supported by the latex. With a twirl and a flash, her scarf was removed and I could see that the latex garment had an integrated ball gag and scolds mask. With her being fully revealed, I could he that she was an Arab, in fitting with the harem theme. As the music faded away, her dancing slowed and she came to a stop with one hand on each of the brass poles.

The Geisha stepped onto the platform once more and bowed to each of the cardinal points and then got down on her knees in front of the latex clad harem girl. As the platform continued to rotate, we were treated with the view of the Geisha eating the pussy from all perspectives. After a few minutes of this, the Geisha stood, bowed around and left the stage. The harem girl got to her knees to one side of the platform; arms clasped behind her back, and was still.

Music started to play that just sang high school marching band. A new performer strutted onto the stage. This one was dressed as a school girl - plaid skirt, white blouse and bobby socks. Her brunette hair framed a fresh face that could have come out of any stereo typical Mid-West high school. She too began to dance, slowly at first. Gradually her tempo improved and her hips and legs began to gyrate. She kicked off her skirt, and then tossed her blouse into the audience. Underneath the school girl uniform was a revealing cheerleader uniform. A short short skirt under a stretched tight sweater. The Geisha on the floor tossed one pom-pom, then another to the cheerleader. The music changed and the cheerleader began to chant "Who do we obey? Masters!" "Give me an F - U - C - K - M - E" and other rousing cheers. While leading the cheers, she kicked off the short skirt and again tossed the top, revealing an hourglass figure in matching red sheer lace panties and push up bra. In time with the slowing music, the dancer slowed and stood in the middle of the stage, legs slightly apart.

I was not surprised when the Geisha to the stage and did her bows. What did surprise me was when the Geisha stepped behind the underwear girl and reached around and started to fondle her breasts. First the right breast was massaged and manipulated under the bra. Then the left breast was pulled out from the bra cup and massaged. The nipple was tweaked and pulled and visibly began to react. The geisha then reached between her legs and moved her panties aside. The cheerleader had nicely trimmed hair and the geisha began to manipulate her pussy.

We saw her fingers explore as they probed the sides and interior of her moist box, her fingers obviously found a spot as the locked on and started to rotate fast and slow then faster and slower. We heard in inhaling of breath from the cheerleader and the geisha immediately withdrew her hands. The cheerleader kneeled opposite the harem girl, with her panties askew, pussy showing and one luscious breast on display over the haphazard bra. The Geisha bowed around once more and left the stage.

A new performer then entered the stage. With stately grace, a black princess entered the stage. The purple dress was filled with crinkles and swept the stage. A Tiara graced her head with sparkles that flashed with the spot lights. Regal music began to play and the princess began to dance. Gradually the dance became more frenzied and the princess got hot and started to remove her clothes. Layer after layer was gradually removed.

Eventually all the remained was a one piece fluffy negligee. It was purple, and open crotch and open nipples. Feathers and fluffy stuff adorned the negligee in abundance. The effect was much what I associated with a cheap whore. Once again as the music slowed, so too did the now whore.

The Geisha made her appearance with bows. However, this time she did not approach the whore directly. Instead she faced away from the whore and whipped off the kimono. We could see that underneath the kimono, she wore some sort of leather harness with plenty of straps. Her arms had straps from shoulder to wrist. Straps adorned her legs from crotch to ankle, tightly bound. By the way her flesh bulged around the strap edges, it was clear the straps were tight. Her crotch had no straps, but two metal cylinders were attached to her cunt lips. Straps adorned her midriff and her breasts sported rings around her nipples, compressed into the areola. My guess is that what may have been normally c cup breasts were compressed down to A cups. The geisha stood on her ballet boots for two stage rotations and then displayed a large strap on dildo. She put it on, carefully avoiding the weights on her cunt.

The now naked Geisha stepped around behind the whore. On some type of soundless signal, the whore bent forward, forming a perfect 90 degree angle, while spreading her black legs. The Geisha moved closer to the whore and began to thrust in and out of the whore's anus. For three full rotations of the stage did the Geisha go in and out, in and out of the unlubricated asshole. The Geisha then stopped, and moved to center stage. As the stage rotated, Mistress Michelle tossed something to each of the performers.

First, the geisha demonstrated a pair of handcuffs, and proceeded to lock each of her arms to the opposing brass rails. Second, the whore held up a large spider gag for the audience to see and then placed it in the Geisha's mouth, spreading her lips wide and forcing the tongue back. The whore then stepped immediately behind the geisha, with her breasts pressed into the geisha's back.

Third, the schoolgirl displayed a pair of clover nipple clamps which she then proceeded to clamp one by one on the Geisha's exposed nipples. Once done, her mission was not yet complete as she then held up a metal weight, which she attached to the bottom of the linked chain. The school girl then stepped immediately behind the whore, breasts pressing close.

Last, the remaining performer, the harem girl showed a very large dildo. It was about 3 feet long and quite wide. I had seen its type before, as a gag gift. The Harem girl knelt down in front of her victim and proceeded to rotate the dildo from side to side as she attempted to corkscrew it into place. After a few minutes the dildo was as far in as it was going to go. The harem girl pushed the geisha's legs together and pulled a strap from the floor. She moved the strap around the knees and latched it tight. With that, she proceeded to walk around to the back of the human chain. The instant her breasts touched the school girls back, the stage lights went black and the house lights came on.

We heard Mistress Michelle's voice call out "Thank you for attending. We have another new show for you tomorrow night and we hope that you all come out". I was surprised at the quality of the show. I was slow as I finally figured out the theme of it as well "The shy outside of a woman conceals the inner sexual being". My comrades and I made like

comments about how much we enjoyed the show.

As we filed out, I happened to end up next to Bruce and idly commented "Sorry there wasn't anything there for you". Bruce looked confused and asked "What did I mean?" My answer of "Well - I noticed that Robin had some extra gear between the legs" brought a chuckle and an explanation.

"I paid extra to have two servants assigned to me this cruise. I only had one with me at dinner. I have both a boy and a girl. I am told they are fraternal twins. I named the girl Daisy." By the way Bruce said the last comment, I had the sense I should ask "Why?". Bruce responded "It amuses me to have Robin pollinate Daisy" with a smirk. I responded with a guffaw and admired the way his mind worked.

I looked at my watch and discovered that over 2 hours had passed. That means that Renee will have finished her maintenance and would be available for me to play with her. I checked with my fellows and they too were eager to get back to their cabins. We said good night and generally rushed to our suites, thoughts of lust and sex leading the way.


Chapter 9: Playtime (added: 2015/07/03)

When I returned to my suite, I opened the door with expectations. I was not disappointed,

The room was dark, with only one light showing. A spotlight shone down onto the lovely Renee. She was kneeling in the center of the room and wore a dark lace negligee that hid her private parts and revealed the rest. Her arms were restrained behind her in a strappy armbinder and a spider gag intruded into her mouth.

If I wanted to, I could have started to fuck her right there. There was absolutely nothing to stop me. I pondered this briefly, and while my dick was a fan, my head said that maybe I should play first. I could always pump her cunt later.

It occurred to me that although I had received a blow job from her, had my way with her pussy, meted out corporal discipline, yet I had never actually heard Renee speak. What did she sound like? Those were questions for later. Right now, my bladder was calling. I briefly thought of trying a golden shower with Renee. But no, not my kink. I walked passed Renee, ignoring her with a point and went to the bath facilities, passing the jacuzzi as I went. While completing my business, I made my plans. It had been a long and exciting day, yet tiring. Time in the jacuzzi would be nice. Time in the jacuzzi with Renee would be even nicer.

I returned to the main room and stood in front of Renee. She remained kneeling with the patience of one who knows that what will be, will be. I looked down on her, seeing her cleavage from above, looking down into the dark space between her breasts. "Renee" I spoke, and her head lifted, meeting my eyes with a smile. I had the chance to look at her, really look at her for the first time and I liked what I saw. Almond green eyes, surrounded by a multitude of artful eye shadow and mascara. I thought I saw stress lines, but didn't care. I beckoned her to stand and watched as she stood, bound arms behind her. I hadn't noticed this before, but with her heels on, she was my height. I stared into her eyes and Renee stared back.

"Come." I led the way into the jacuzzi area, Renee followed and stopped when I stopped.

"Stay." I sidled around Renee and stood behind her, pressing her bound arms between us. I reached around, under her lace, and began to fondle her breasts. The breasts were firm, as to be expected from someone her age. Her nipples were soft, but firming nicely. I stuck my nose in her hair and smelled, deeply. Lavender. I was in love, or at least deeply in lust. I reached up, and moved the straps of her negligee off of her bare shoulders. In the opposite mirror, I saw the negligee drop, pooling on the floor, her body revealed to me. It was much as I had thought - big bouncy breasts on top, a narrow waist, big hips and long legs. In the middle was her shaved pussy, just inviting me in.

I stepped back and began to unstrap her armbinder, slowly, savoring the moment. Eventually all the bindings were free from her, allowing her clasped hands to rest gently on her butt.

I asked her, "What are you thinking?" and waited to hear her voice for the first time, fearing it would be dark and raspy, spoiling the mood. But I was unjust to Captain Rorke, as I heard back in a melodious, sultry sing song "I am thinking about what you want me to do next, Master Richard. Would you like me to draw your bath?"

I nodded and watched as the naked Renee proceeded to lean over, breasts hanging, to turn on the water. She moved over to a side counter and retrieved a squeeze bottle, in turn squeezing its contents into the flowing water. She again leaned down, putting hand under the water, testing its temperature. Faucet adjustments followed until the water was to her liking. She then looked down at my belt and up at my shirt buttons, and I could sense her question. I nodded again and she moved close, unbuttoning my shirt, slowly, button by button. After threading the shirt from my arms, she stepped forward so that her breasts just made contact with my chest. She reached down and loosened the buckle, then the pants fastener, allowing the pants to drop to my feet. I quickly kicked off my shoes, used my toes to de-sock, and kicked the pants into an undignified pile in the corner. Renee then unsnapped my boxer, which soon joined the pants in the pile.

I looked down her bare skin at the sole remaining piece of clothing between us, her shoes. She stepped to the side, bent down and unstrapped the heels, reducing her height significantly. She looked up at me, expectantly.

While we were undressing, the tub had filled and water had turned itself off. I gestured to Renee with a smile and said "You first" to which she replied, in a soft voice, "Yes Master". I enjoyed watching her step down, first seeing her ankle disappear beneath the suds, then her knee, then her thigh, then ... she ran out of water depth and stood there, waiting for me. I, too, entered the water, sidled close to her, and grabbed a breast, lifting it to my lips, and my tongue began to flicker.

Eventually we settled down into the water, hands and lips touching everywhere. At one point, my shit disturber side of me had Renee suck my big toe. To my surprise, even that was erotic. Very pleasant time passed and eventually my dick decided it was time. With the instructions "Fuck Me", I stretched out in the water, with my behind just barely on the Jacuzzi seat. Renee straddled me, with her knees on the seat. Some careful position adjustments followed and she began. She gradually lowered her pussy over my swollen member and proceeded to bounce up and down, up and down in tune with my rhythm. Her glistening breasts bounced up and down in tune with her body. Shortly she accelerated and my penis exploded in release, soaking the back of her vagina with my deposit. Wow. It took my mind a few minutes to recover and to reset. I started to lean forward, to plant another kiss on Renee's forehead when it hit me. Whoa Richard - Renee is just a servant - to be fucked at will but that's all it is. And with that I stood up, exited the tub, and returned to the bedroom, leaving Renee alone in the wet tub, with the cooling water.


Chapter 10: Bed Time (added: 2015/07/03)

I proceeded into the sleeping area, checking out the various drawers under the bed, searching for what I wanted to do next with Renee. I must have found a dozen different dildos and butt plugs, more bottles of lube and scented oils than I could count, and feathers from at least three different species of exotic birds.

Moving over to the "dark" side of the room, I found gags and straps and whips, and masks and costumes ... This last collection had possibilities. There was one in particular that stood out to me. It was a latex all in one that had cutouts for the ankle, pussy, wrists, breasts, and mouth areas, but completely covered the rest. I took that garment, and some wrist cuffs, and threw them on the bed. I called "Renee, come here now" and watched as the dripping figure left the Jacuzzi area and padded into the room, coming to a stop before me, hands clasped behind her back.

I did wonder how easy it would be to put latex over wet skin, but that was Renee's problem. My order of "Put this on" was met with a "Yes Master Richard" as she struggled to get the garment on. Eventually the skin tight object covered her skin. The contrast between the black garment and her honey skin was quite pronounced, and was an attractive sight. I locked on the wrist and ankle cuffs but didn't attach them as I hadn't figured out what I was going to do next. I had had a long day, and was going to turn in, but was still working through just how I wanted Renee to enhance that experience. I pondered options such as standing spread eagle all night, or perhaps bound on the floor. Neither one of these seemed quite right as surely there was a way to directly add to my stimulation. I was still thinking about this when I realized that I was hungry.

"Renee - do they have room service aboard the Bondage Fantasy?"

"Yes Master Richard. 24 hours a day."

"What do they serve this time of night in your experience?"

Renee paused a moment then responded "Often times my masters would order up a sandwich, or sometimes a pizza. I also understand they have an oyster platter that is to die for."

"How do I order this" I required of Renee and was given "Just say Computer Central, I want Room Service and the ship will hear you"

With that, I knew what I would do. "I am going to order the Oysters. Do you want anything?" I said with a bit of a smirk.

Renee understood her place as she responded "No Master Richard, Master Richard can only give servant Renee water and none other. Master Richard, it is against the ship rules to feed a servant."

"Computer Central - I want Room Service. Send an oyster platter and a suitable red wine to my cabin, soonest" and the digital voice I had heard earlier responded "Yes Master Richard. It will be about 15 minutes". I looked at the clock, and took note of the time. I wondered how accurate their delivery time would be.

I amused myself by having Renee stand in the corner while I perused the equipment in the room. I found still more drawers that contained lingerie - bras and panties, bustiers and gowns. Another drawer contained still more crops, slappers and even a whip. I was getting bored waiting so I decided to amuse myself with a trivia game with Renee. I grabbed a pair of weighted nipple clamps and a crop and went over to Renee. "Renee - Stand Still". I then placed the nipple clamps on her tits and stood back. I then proceeded to ask her trivia questions. If she got the right answer, I rewarded her by doing nothing. Wrong answers were punished by the crop slapping the nipple weights.

The trivia questions I asked were extremely trivial - things like "Who was my third grade teacher", "What was the name of the girl who sat behind me in Grade 10 Biology" and the like. Needless to say, Renee didn't get any of them right.

After about twenty questions, the door chimed. I said "Enter" and a servant walked in carrying a platter. I couldn't quite see her number, but she was as stunning as all the servants I had seen. At a guess, she was Amerind in origin and quite a looker. But, I had my Renee so I ordered the servant to put the platter on a side table and then made a dismissal motion to the servant, with a casual wave. She left as smoothly as she entered. I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 12 minutes since order. Not bad. Not bad at all.

I looked down at the platter and realized I had a task ahead of me. It was a very large platter, filled with steaming oysters. Now, I like oysters, but this was a lot.

I sat down at the side table and waved Renee over. The rules say that I can't feed her, but they say nothing about her feeding me. I instructed Renee to shell the oysters and to feed me. I particularly enjoyed the oysters, especially the opportunity to say "Umm, that's good" after every other morsel. I tried to convince myself that I was motivating Renee to a higher level of performance with those words, but really I was just being cruel. So what?

I made it through about half the platter, and then I could eat no more. I spent a few minutes fondling Renee's boobs and then I needed to go to the bathroom. I told Renee "Stay" and went into the bathroom to complete my business.

When I came out, minutes later, I found catastrophe. Renee was grasping her throat and foaming at the mouth. As I rushed towards her, she stumbled on the now empty oyster platter, and crashed to the ground. I swear, as I looked new blotches of red broke out on her face. I leaned down towards her, thinking she was choking and I heard her wheeze "You lose. I win." and her tongue popped out her mouth, swollen and red, completely hiding her stud. I shouted "Computer Central - Medical emergency" and tried to turn Renee over. I couldn't tell if she was breathing.

In under a minute, the suite door flew open and a number of Doms entered the room. One pulled me away from Renee, pushing me into a corner. Other Doms leaned down by Renee as still more Dom's entered the room, followed by Captain Rorke. Captain Rorke took one look at Renee, another at the oyster shells scattered on the floor, pointed at me and said "Lock the Fucking Idiot Up" in the voice of command. Two Doms grabbed my arms and frog marched me from the room. All the while I frantically clawed at them, trying to get to Renee. A third Dom saw me fighting the other two and whacked me above the ear. Things faded to black.


Chapter 11: Justice for Renee (added: 2015/07/03)

I gradually recovered consciousness, not that it mattered much. It was dark when I was unconscious, but dark as well when I was conscious. I tried moving around and discovered I was well secured. My hands were locked way up over my head. My feet were chained shoulder width apart. When I tried to lower my body, my balls were crushed as if they rested on some immovable object. My nipples hurt real bad too. I could move my shoulders a bit and when I pushed forward, I could feel chain move, attached to my nipples. I imagine it is some kind of nipple clamp. I moved my head forward and banged my head on a metal door. I tried to say "Ouch" and discovered my mouth was full? Some sort of an inflatable gag?

I couldn't move and all I could do was wait. My nipples really hurt. Every so often the chain would be yanked from the outside, causing further torment. After several eternities nothing much happened but nipple and ball pain when suddenly bright light blinded me as the door to my cell flew open, catching the nipple chain as it went, threatening to pull them from my body. I blinked and fought the blindness from my eyes until I could see. I was in hallway and could see a cell across the hall. A Dom opened a door across from me, revealing another bound figure, this time the hapless Servant 10, I had condemned to Captains Mast. She was bound as I assumed I was. I confirmed that it was an inflatable gag in our mouths. Rather cruel looking alligator clamps were attached to her tits as well. Chains led from the clamps through a hole in the door to rather heavy looking weights on the other side of the door. The mystery of what was crushing my balls was also solved - A steel pipe extended from the back of the cell to the back of the cell door, just below crotch height.

I continued to blink the darkness from my eyes as a Dom removed the alligator clamps from 10's poor tits. I could see the anguish in her face as the blood rushed back to the normal places. I started to brace for a similar experience, but was too late. The clamps were removed before I could get ready and agony erupted. While I was fighting the agony, my ankles were unshackled and a fixed spreader bar was put in its place, keeping my feet an unnatural width apart. I could see that a Metal collar had been placed on 10's neck, one that had a steel pipe extend about 18 inches from each side, where her wrists were then shacked. The Doms quickly applied a similar apparatus to my neck before I could really react.

10 was led our first, naked as I was. It was clear she had to be very careful walking in that unusual gait. If she fell, there was no way she was going to be able to break her fall, short of a chin or a nose plant. I was next, and followed 10 as best I could. A leash attached to my collar was used to encourage me if the Dom thought I was too slow.

Eventually we were led on deck and brought to an open area. Chains were lowered from above and attached to our collars, ensuring we stood up straight, where we were. I could hear an announcement over the public address system. "Captains Mast is about to begin. All Doms bring all servants to formation. All Guests, please attend on the upper

desk. Attendance is required by all."

10 and I stood around as the deck began to get crowded. Doms were bringing servants up one by one, dressed in their standard attire. Once one was brought on deck, their legs were chained to the deck, ensuring they would not be going anywhere. I couldn't see all the servants, but was trying to find Renee. I could not - hopefully she was in one of the areas I could not see.

Behind the servants, I could see some of the guests. I did spot Keith. I attempted to nod a greeting to him and got back a stare and a look of disgust back. I didn't bother looking for Bruce or Wahid, but suspected I would get the same response. Clearly I was in deep, deep shit.

Once the milling of servants and guests had stopped, Captain Rorke appeared suddenly beside his bound captives. He cracked a whip and all conversation stopped and he had everyone's full and complete attention. None more so than mine.

He did a short, graceful bow and spoke "As Captain, it my duty to maintain discipline aboard My Bondage Fantasy. Naval tradition going back literally millennia makes the Captain master and commander and the ultimate authority at sea. The Captain's Mast also belongs to tradition. Centuries ago, this function would be held in front of the foremast of a sailing ship. The Bondage Fantasy is much more evolved that those primitive, yet serious craft. We have no masts to gather around, yet the function and name remains the same. Captains Mast is where the Captain decides, and implements, the punishments required for discipline aboard ship."

"Today we have two transgressors to deal with, which is a first in all the years the Bondage Fantasy has allowed our dreams to be fulfilled. Both cases are linked, but separate.

First - Servant 10 is charged with "Commanding a commander". There is no question of 10's guilt; the question is what is the appropriate punishment? It is the captain's judgment that a "Flogging by the guests" is adequate punishment. I hold the symbol of command aboard the "Bondage Fantasy". This whip was used across the good ships bows, to christen her when she was launched. So to shall she be used to mete discipline! Dom Ronald, secure the transgressor. "

With that, a Dom unhooked 10 and moved her forward to the area where Captain Rorke had been speaking. Her legs were secured to the deck, about shoulder width apart. She was bent over 90 degrees and her collar was secured to an iron post in the deck. Her bare ass was unavoidably accessible to the whip, and soon was. Each guest in turn was called down, given the Whip of Command and instructed to lay one down across her ass. This took time, as each guest was brought down in turn. I could hear 10's muffled cry with every crack of the whip. With each crack and muffled scream, my fear of what lay ahead increased. I could hear my heart pump and every nerve seemed to be screaming on end. Yet I was chained on deck and there wasn't a thing I could do but wait, wait, wait for whatever Captain Rorke had in store for me.

Eventually, they finished with 10's punishment and she was returned to the chains beside me. I could hear her crying and huffing thought the tight confines of her ball gag. She tried to stand up in her chains, but gave up in seconds and just hung from her confinement, in utter defeat.

Captain Rorke began. "Our second transgressor is one of the very, very rare guests who have been brought before the mast. Richard Killien has been charged with "Negligence causing Death. There is no doubt as to his guilt." He paused, making eye contact with every guest. Aside from lonely gusts of wind, there was not a sound.

My mind raced. What? No! Renee's dead? How? No! All these thoughts and more morphed together in my mind at once. I have said before that I am slow, but now I got it. Shellfish. Shellfish allergy. I had left the oysters available when I went to the bathroom. Renee knew she was allergic to shellfish, and committed suicide by oyster, rather than continue on as a servant. But - how could I know? What could I have done?

It's not fair. No!

Captain Rorke, had everyone's complete and total attention. "I have in my hand, the collar that symbolizes the connection between Servant 18, and her master, who named her Renee. I now place it upon Richard Killien's neck, to symbolize that his actions will remain with him."

With that, Captain Rorke stood in front of me. As his arms reached behind my neck to secure the collar, our eyes met. He had dark, dark eyes, the depths of which seemed endless. I attempted to express a plea, a plea for help, for mercy, for comfort. My plea withered in the depth of that darkness and I know that my fate was sealed. I was looking into the face if implacable discipline, and the desires of a mere mortal, Richard Killien, was not anything at all.

I heard the click of the collar and Captain Rorke stepped back to his spot.

"It is my judgment that Richard Killien has committed a crime that cannot be reconciled with life. His servant, servant 18, was 4 weeks away from the end of her 5 year servant commitment. I command that Richard Killien be Flogged by the Feet, that is all guests and servants and Doms, once for every week remaining in Servant 18's tenure."

"No! Inhumane! ShitFuckCrapShitFuck" were all words I attempted to blurt in my terror, to be silenced forever by my gag.

The Captain and judge continued. "Further, once the flogging is complete, he will remain in the flogging position for the duration of servant 18's commitment, to whit four weeks, to be given intravenous fluids daily."

And with that, Captain Rorke sealed my fate. Because I, too, knew the rule of threes. Three minutes without air, three days without water, three weeks without food ...