It was dark, and would have been pitch black if it hadn't been for the mast light. An overcast sky hid the stars from view, and it was still several hours to sunrise.
I sat at the bow of the boat, my feet dangling over the edge, leaning against the rail.
The 'Kajira' was still under power, running along on it's auto pilot while Ben was below watching the radar.
According to it, somewhere out there was rain, and when that came the radar's accuracy might become degraded.
I wasn't out here to watch for ships though. No, I was trying to digest what Ben had told me.
It was, to be quite frank, amazing.
First Ben covered the part I had told you earlier, his first boarding of the 'DreamBoat' and the meeting of the older men in Townsend's shipboard study.
Then he continued on...
"An offer I cant refuse? No such thing." Ben said to the gray haired man.
The man sat back with a smile. "You may be right, if you're willing to pay the price of refusal, whatever it turns out to be. But I made a poor choice of words. I should have said, an offer you wouldn't want to refuse!"
Ben glanced about at the other men in the room, all were watching him and for the first time in a long time Ben felt like he was at a disadvantage.
All these men gave off an almost imperceptible aura of control and power. Ben felt that any of them, in a group of other people, would instantly be given leadership of that group. Ben knew this for usually that was his fate. He had never had problems taking over or imposing his will on others in the course of his business.
Amy said it was because he was a natural Dominant, that there was something about his physical make up and attitude that triggered the submissive response to a lesser or greater degree of those around him.
Ben wasn't so sure but he didn't discount her theory either.
But here, in this room, he was sure he was in the company of men who were exactly like himself.
No wonder they had gravitated to BDSM, he thought.
"I would," Ben said, "be more inclined to talk business, if I knew who I was talking to."
"I couldn't agree more." the gray haired man said, extending a hand. "You can call me Joseph, Joseph Booth."
Ben took the offered hand an shook it. "And the others?"
Joseph shook his head. "Sorry, you only get MY name right now."
Ben settled back in his chair. "Okay. So what is this big offer that you have for me?"
Joseph took a deep breath. "We thought, considering your background and your wealth, that you would be a good addition to our little group."
"And what group is that?" Ben asked.
Ben took a long time thinking about how to tell me the rest. What he did tell me was piecemeal and brought up more questions than were answered, but was still incredible.
Operating out of the New York area, but supposedly containing members spread throughout the USA and Great Britain, was a group of high powered, high ranking individuals that all had one thing in common. An involvement of some sort in the art of BDSM.
Some pursued it merely as a hobby while others incorporated it into their daily lives.
Brought together by their social status they discovered a need to band together for mutual protection, for very few of them could stand the public exposure of their kink.
As a group, they could remain hidden, yet a group of such people also had power, and considering the nature of the men and women involved the ability to use that power.
Yet they hadn't, much.
All of those involved knew what discipline meant, and how power could be abused.
Ben wouldn't say much more except that he had been given the opportunity to join this group, and that was what had been on his mind.
That was when the radar started pinging and Ben refused to say any more about the matter. He went and sat at his radar screen and after a while I came out on deck.
The women were curled up in a ball together in one corner of the stern. It had only been an hour since we had locked them up here but they were asleep together. I noticed the bag of toys virtually untouched.
Leaving them alone I went forward and sat where I am now.
That was a few hours ago, and I wondered why I wasn't sleepy.
It couldn't just be the news from Ben, although I did wonder what his answer to them had been. Somehow, Ben had gotten out of telling me that.
With a sigh I sat and watched the blackness.
"Wake up sleepy head!" I heard as someone shook my shoulder.
I cracked my eyes open to admit the daylight I could tell was out there. It was bright, but not as bright as I expected.
Good.
I rolled over to see my wife crouched over me, smiling. "When did you come out here, did you sleep here all night?" she asked.
I nodded, and noticed I was lying on one of the deck chairs. I had a vague recollection of moving over to it sometime during the night. "Slave," I said, blinking the sleep from my eyes, "I could kill for a cup of coffee right now."
Laura's expression changed, from amused wife to dutiful slave girl. "Yes, Master."
I watched her pad away, her pretty ass wriggling delightfully, and then sat up.
The boat was still moving but not as fast as before. The air was heavy and wet and from what I could tell the only wind was from it's own passage across the water.
The sky was white and gray with heavy overcast, the horizon lost to the humidity.
I worked my way to the stern and below to find the boat's air conditioning on.
Ben still sat at the navigation console and looked as tired as I felt.
He glanced over at me and a weary grin appeared on his unshaven face. "Good, you look somewhat rested. I need you to spell me for a while."
"What's up?" I said, stepping carefully past the sticky red mess all over this level of the deck, the left over sauce from our meal.
"We're still about five hours away from our destination, but I didn't want to leave the radar in this weather. The weather reports tell of rain all around us, heavy at times.
Rain like that can show up on radar and mask things we might run into. I need you to watch it while I get some sleep."
"Sure, you could have woken me earlier!"
Ben shrugged and got up. He moved forward to his own cabin, passing the two women working in the galley. He stared at them, as did I. They were still half covered in the pasta sauce from the night before, but they both looked happy and very well rested, not to mention very beautiful.
Amy looked at her Master and struck a sexy pose. "Would you like me to accompany you, Sir?"
Ben chuckled. "If you did that, my love, I'd never get any rest."
Amy giggled. "Oh, so you want to REST!"
Ben cuffed her affectionately on the chin and she laughed.
With a smile Ben turned to me and said, "This boat's a mess. I want it ship shape by the time I get up, outside and in!"
"Sure thing Captain!" I said grinning.
Ben laughed. "The ship is yours, Number One!" he said, before disappearing into his cabin and shutting the door.
Laura came over and deposited a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal in front of me.
"Thank you, slave!" I said with a smile and Laura curtsied.
"Will there be anything else, Sir?" Laura asked.
"Yes." I said, standing. "Secure the galley and get up on deck, pronto. I want you both in your deck cleaning bondage ASAP! You heard the Captain, he wants this boat ship shape which I take to mean clean from stem to stern, and you're the lazy swabs that get to clean it! Now move!"
Laughing the women quickly made sure nothing in the galley would fall over with the movement of the boat or start a fire and quickly made their way onto the deck of the 'Kajira'. I watched through the pilot house windows as Laura placed first Amy, then herself in bondage.
I was a little surprised when Laura dug in the toy bag which was still up on deck, and pulled out something I couldn't immediately make out. It was only when she used the objects on Amy that I saw what they were, nipple clamps, not standard equipment for the ordered task.
Amy's eyes were wide and her mouth clamped tightly shut as Laura applied the clamps, then Laura said something I couldn't catch over the sound of the engine beneath my feet, before both women started working.
From Amy's expression, I could tell that the clamps must have been tight. Now I knew that Amy hated wearing nipple clamps, her nipples being very sensitive indeed. Even Ben didn't use them on her very often.
Again Laura had exerted her dominance over Amy, using her intimate knowledge of Amy to the younger woman's disadvantage. Trust Laura to know exactly how to strike deep into Amy's vulnerable spots. I felt I had to watch that Laura didn't go overboard...again.
Maybe I should have put a stop to her dominating Amy, but from what Amy said it was something they both wanted, and it obviously made both women happy. I hated to do anything that disturbed their happiness.
With my eye half on the radar I watched the women work their way around the deck. Once they finished that job I went up and released them from the long chain that held them to the mast.
"What's this?" I asked them, pointing at the clamps on Amy's bright red swollen nipples and pretending ignorance (no comments from the gallery please!).
"Nipple clamps, Sir." Laura said with a smug smile.
"I know that, slave girl. What I don't understand is why this girl is wearing them. I don't recall nipple clamps as being a part of the standard cleaning bondage!" I said, as seriously as I could.
I was just having fun with them, but neither of them knew that. Amy looked at the deck, her own tortured smile gone while Laura's smug grin slowly disappeared.
"Sir," said Laura, "I just...we were just playing, Sir."
"Playing?" I said slowly. "You were playing when you should have been working?"
"No, Sir...I mean...it only took a second..." Laura suddenly clamped her mouth shut and looked at the deck. I could see her begin to tremble. I was a little surprised, I hadn't meant to scare her that badly.
Her caning on the island must really have affected her. I thought that she needed to relearn that not all punishments would be like the cane, and that in fact most punishments were usually pleasures in disguise.
I turned to the other slave girl. "Amy, why are you wearing clamps while Laura isn't?"
Amy glanced at Laura, I could see indecision in her eyes.
"Well?" I said.
"Sir, I do not know?" she said eventually, her tone uncertain.
"Did you put those clamps on yourself?"
"No, Sir."
"Laura put them on you?"
Amy glanced at her friend again. "Yes, Sir, but as she said it was only a game!"
"Why didn't you put clamps on Laura in return?" I asked.
"I...er...she didn't want them, Sir."
Both women now stood staring at the deck, their ankles locked in the one foot spreader bars that made movement difficult for them, their hands held behind them.
I snorted. "Well I think you have worn them long enough. Take them off!"
"Yes...Sir." Amy whispered.
I watched as she reached up with both hands to remove the clamps that had been squeezing her tender nipples for over an hour now, and she actually closed her eyes as she removed them.
I knew clamps hurt coming off, having tried one on myself out of curiosity once, and I could see that Amy was dealing hard with the pain of their removal by biting her lip and shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other.
I waited until her eyes opened again before speaking. "Now put them on Laura."
Amy looked up at me for a second, as did my wife. Amy said nothing but moved toward Laura who had tensed up.
I'm not sure if I actually saw next what I think I saw, my angle wasn't good, but as Amy positioned the clamps over my wife's erect nipples and let go of them both at once, I could have sworn that Amy smiled and whispered something.
Laura took in a deep breath and I could tell from her reaction that these clamps were tight ones. I had put nipple clamps on her many times myself and knew her limits.
The little sadist was now getting a taste of her own medicine.
"Amy go get a set of hand cuffs and another set of nipple clamps, this time with a connecting chain." I ordered.
"Yes, Sir." Amy said with a worried look on her face. I could see she thought she was free of wearing clamps on her nipples for a while.
As Amy dug in the toy bag I watched my wife come to terms with the clamps, standing with her face scrunched up and her toes curled. I could see her desperately holding her hands behind her, resisting the urge to reach around and pull the clamps off. Not to worry, she would soon get help keeping her hands away from her breasts.
I wondered how Amy had managed not pull them off, seeing that her hands had been free to do so. It must have been something Laura had said that stopped her, wow!
Amy came back and I had her lock Laura's hands behind her, then I took the nipple clamps with the chain I had asked for.
I approached my wife smiling, and Laura's eyes grew worried. She knew this smile.
I held up one clamp in front of her face, and slowly brought it forward to her nose. I carefully released it on her septum, checking the tension to make sure it was just the right tightness. When I figured I had it right I gave it a quick tug making Laura cry out. It wasn't coming off.
"Sir?" Laura said, now looking in my eyes.
"What?" I answered.
Laura stared at me, "Nothing."
"Thought so." I said, then I turned to Amy in time to see her smiling at her friend's predicament. "Come here." I ordered.
Amy's smile faltered, but she padded forward.
"Hands behind your head, move in closer." I told her, and she did as I asked.
The chain was maybe eighteen inches long, kinda long for a nipple chain, depending on what you used it for, but it was perfect for my intentions. I carefully clipped the second clamp to Amy's septum, making sure that it too wouldn't jerk off.
Both women whimpered when I let the chain go to hang between them.
"Very nice." I said, standing back to admire their sauce coated bodies. "Now head below and clean up all the mess down there. When that's done you can come back up here and wash yourselves."
"Sir," Amy said. "How are we supposed to...?"
"Any way you can!" I interrupted. "But you had better be quick, you don't want Ben to come out finding a dirty boat!"
Amy gave me a sick smile then began waddling to the hatch. Laura tried to keep up but it was difficult for her to do so and I had fun watching the two of them negotiate the narrow hatch and stairway.
Yes, it was going to be a fun day.
When the rain came down it came down hard, drumming on the roof of the boat like the solo from "In the Garden of Eden" or "Inna-godda-davida" to the uninformed.
The sea had come up also and I wondered if we were going to have a storm, even though the weather report I had just listened to gave no indication of rough weather, just rain.
Our radar could see clearly for only about a mile, and I kept an eye on it as best I could despite the distractions.
The distractions were called Laura and Amy, and after they had finished cleaning the boat and themselves I had been amusing myself with the two of them. I was enjoying this rare opportunity to have two beautiful women completely under my beck and call.
I had removed Laura's nipple clamps, for which she thanked me a lot, and cuffed Amy's hands behind her. Both women still wore the one foot hobbles and had their noses connected with the chain.
Like this I had given them a bathroom break and watched discretely as the twosome overcame their embarrassment of sharing their bathroom functions with each other. Normally not one for bathroom games I still enjoyed watching how they cooperated with each other, them sharing the task of making sure they were both clean.
Then came our fun game.
I was sitting naked at the navigation console where I could watch the radar, but facing in toward the center of the boat. Kneeling before me were the slave girls, and in my hand I had a timer.
The game was simple, each girl would take turns orally servicing me and the one who finally made me cum would win a prize. The kicker was each turn would only last a minute and the girls would have to quickly switch, hence the timer.
I was enjoying this competition immensely as I was blown by both the women, noting the differences in their approach.
Laura kept her teeth off me as she knew I liked it that way, using her tongue to provide a wonderful friction of my head while her lips took care of my shaft. Amy didn't use her teeth at first, and went more for using the back of her throat, but the sneaky little subbie had another trick up her nonexistent sleeve. Whenever she sensed I was getting really close and she was almost out of time she would grab just behind the head of my penis with her teeth and bite down.
Not hard, for that would have been a big mistake on her part, but just enough to shock me and bring down my high a fraction.
She knew that it would take all her minute for Laura to bring me back up which would leave Amy with a better chance at winning.
The third time she did this I caught her eye and saw what I had come to know as her "Sammy" smile, a mischievous grin full of determination and laughter.
I smiled, but was helpless at that point to change the outcome if I wanted to, and the next time Amy's turn came up she won of course.
"Don't...swallow..." I managed to gasp as I began pumping Amy's mouth. I finished cuming and pulled out, a line of cum falling down her chin and onto her breasts. Amy had her cheeks puffed and looked a little distressed. I had no idea if she had ever been ordered to hold it in her mouth before, but now she was getting to know the full taste.
I let her kneel there while Laura cleaned me up with her tongue, and watched while Amy resigned herself to her fate.
I wasn't done yet.
"Thank you Laura." I said to my wife, who smiled at me and gave Amy a smug look.
I sat back and waited, watching the women kneel patiently in front of me. God, they were beautiful!
I thought to myself that the Lord could take me now and I would have no regrets.
"Amy," I said after a bit, "I think it's time you got rid of that stuff in your mouth, don't you agree?"
Amy nodded, quite eagerly in fact.
"Then why don't you pass it on to Laura then." I suggested.
Amy looked confused for just a moment, then her eyes opened wide. Laura had already caught on and I could see that she couldn't decide whether to laugh or be shocked.
Then Amy shrugged and turned to her friend and I watched as the two of them kissed, Amy passing my cum mixed with her spit directly into the mouth of my wife.
When they were done they separated as much as the chain between their noses would allow, and this time it was Laura who had bulging cheeks.
Then the rain hit.
"You can swallow!" I yelled at her over the downpour and she did so quickly, a smile and a belch her reply.
Amy knelt up straight. "Thank you, Sir." she said, "Can you tell me what I win?"
"Didn't I just give you your prize?" I said to her with an evil grin.
"Oh Sir!" Amy cried.
I laughed. "Okay, everyone on deck!" I yelled and I go up and headed outside.
Yes the rain was hard, a cool hard shower that pounded me all over like a huge massage spray. It felt great being out there and I yelled into the face of nature as my entire body was pummeled.
The ladies struggled on deck and in seconds were drenched to the bone, their hair plastered to their skulls. Laura's longer hair conformed to her body and she looked even sexier. As I said before, I love wet women!
I went over and pulled both naked women to me and held them close to me in the rain, almost dying with pleasure at the feel of their wet bodies against mine. Out here, in the elements, I wanted to have them both.
"Hey guys!" I heard a voice yell. It was Ben shouting from the hatchway. The rain must have woken him up.
"Come on out Ben!" I yelled with a big grin on my face. Amy turned to look at her Master.
Ben chuckled, and with a shrug stepped out and joined us.
He took his slave into his arms and almost pulled her nose off before seeing the chain attached to it.
He laughed and gave Amy a big kiss.
Meanwhile I was letting my hands roam all over Laura, giving her breasts and groin a lot of attention. Laura squirmed and wriggled under my touch and I knew that the day had to have been having a sexual affect on her, for her sex was hot and moist.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Ben had struggled out of his wet clothes and the four of us, all naked now, lowered ourselves to the deck. I had Laura lie on her back on her cuffed hands, an uncomfortable position I know, and entered her easily with a single stroke.
Only a foot away Ben had done the same with Amy, and while nature pounded us Ben and I pounded our women.
Once again Amy was the vocal champion of our group, her cries of passion mixed in with cries of pain as her scarred vaginal canal took the whole of Ben's length and girth.
I barely noticed though as Laura had wrapped her legs around me and sang of her own passion as we came together.
At the crucial moment thunder and lightning tore across the sky as if announcing our climax, and I almost collapsed with laughter as the thought hit me.
Laura and I did lay giggling together when we finished, both seeing the strange coincidence in the weather. We were joined moments later by Ben and Amy and the four of us, two bound and connected by their noses with a chain, lay back in the pouring rain and basked in how good life could be.
As the commercial said, "it don't get any better than this!"
Then the alarm on the radar went off.
End of Part 25.