At sea again the next morning, the ‘Kajira’ plowed through three foot swells
on our way to our next stop.
We had left at first light, dismantling the camp the night before and moving
everything back to the boat. This time the women helped carry things as we
loaded them up like pack horses. With their hands bound and their heads
bridled it was hard to think of any other practical use for them.
I have to say that my nude wife loaded down with camping gear beats the
sight of a mule doing the same job hands down!
The night passed with some interesting party games and a lot of sleep and
then we were on our way.
It was going to be an all day sail for we were heading to the island where
Desmond Kopachi had a villa, the site of the party the corpulent Leo had
told us about.
The party will already have started by the time we got there but Ben was
confident that we wouldn’t miss much of it. He had spent part of the night
after we had put the women to bed early working on his charts and he assured
me that barring accidents and bad weather we would make it before sun down.
So here we were, at full sail, heading to a place where Laura and I would
find more people involved in the BDSM lifestyle than we ever thought we
would ever meet.
It was frightening and at the same time liberating. Laura and I would be
able to walk around these people without having to hide our kink from them,
something we couldn’t do at home. Our only inhibitions would be our
personal comforts.
To be honest I wasn’t too worried about that, but I was curious as to what
the ladies had bought to wear to this party. I guess I would be finding out
soon enough.
Right now I sat at the helm next to Ben who was concentrating on the wind
and our course. Up ahead Amy and Laura struggled to finish their above deck
duties before heading below to tackle the below deck ones.
Ben had ordered all chores to be completed before they could get ready for
the party and the women had opted to complete everything in one go.
Fine by me!
Lunch, when it came, was sandwiches and milk which the girls brought up to
us. Ben and I were switching turns at the wheel so we ate up there. Amy
and Laura ate with us, kneeling on the deck and letting us feed them by
hand.
“Everything done?” Ben asked them when we were all finished.
“Yes, Sir. All the cleaning is done!” Amy replied.
Ben nodded and left me at the helm as he did his inspection.
He came up from below with a short list of things he had found wrong and the
women jumped to action in their short hobbles to fix them before returning.
“Okay, nap time!” he said when they were once more kneeling in front of us.
“But you said we could start getting ready for the party!” Laura whined.
“That I did, and a nap is a part of getting ready. Believe me, you’ll
appreciate the chance to rest.”
“Okay.” Laura said glumly.
“Yes Sir.” Amy added.
“Laura!” I said from my place at the wheel. She looked over at me and
smiled. “Laura, I expect you to treat Ben with a little more respect than
that. At least call him Sir once and a while.”
Laura’s smile faded a little and she turned to Ben. “I’m sorry, Sir, I
didn’t mean to offend you.”
Ben looked back at me and winked before turning back to Laura. “Well I cant
say I’m not disappointed in you, Laura. I expected more from you,
especially after tasting the cane.”
“I’m sorry Sir.” she said, casting her eyes down. I watched her shift from a
normal kneeling position toward her Total Slave position. I wondered if she
was aware she was doing it? I glanced at Amy who watched the drama with
bright eyes and a small smile.
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it any more, Laura.” Ben went on. “Now that you
and Don have agreed to bring the cane into your lives you are going to have
to watch that casual attitude of yours. Leo is right you know, as beautiful
as you are, your discipline still needs work!”
“Yes Sir.” Laura replied, all trace of her smile now gone. Her knees had
slid apart some more and while she hadn’t placed her hands behind her neck
she had moved them to the outside of her thighs. I could also see that her
nipples had become erect…the little slave girl was enjoying this!
Ben walked the bouncing deck over to the built in seat on the far side of
the transom and sat down. “Come here, Laura!” he ordered.
Laura crawled over to him on her hands and knees, her feet still locked
together in the one foot hobble, her lovely breasts hanging down the way I
love them to. She resumed her kneeling position at his feet, this time
bringing her hands up behind her head.
“On my lap, face down.” ordered our Captain.
This must have surprised Laura for she glanced up at him for a second. His
request could only mean one thing to her, that he was going to spank her. I
knew for a fact that her bottom was still quite tender from her caning, it
was something she was aware of each time she moved.
To Laura’s credit though she didn’t look over at me or hesitate, she knew
that both those moves might cost her extra. Instead she stood up and lay
down over Ben’s lap, her hands still tight to the back of her neck.
Ben and I had both dressed in shorts and shirts today, and with Laura draped
over him you couldn’t see Ben’s shorts at all.
“Five spanks should do it I think, considering the welt I see upon your
ass.” Ben said, a serious look on his face.
“Yes Sir.” Laura said. I could barely hear her in that position over the
wind and the sound of the boat cutting through the water.
“Count them.” Ben said.
“Yes Sir.” replied my wife and I saw her take a deep breath.
Ben sat and waited patiently for her to let her breath out before striking
her buttocks with his hand. It wasn’t a hard strike, not much more than
just letting his hand drop. But Laura jerked and yelped as the tender welt
across her rear cheeks caught the full force of the impact.
She bit her lip and sniffed.
“Guess that one doesn’t count.” Ben said after giving her a moment.
“No! I mean yes! I mean…One, Sir!” Laura said in a panic.
“You have to learn how to follow directions. We’ll start again.” Ben told
her. He raised his hand and struck her again, a little harder.
Laura yelped again. “One, Sir!”
Ben continued, at a slow and steady pace, and each time Laura screamed a
little louder.
“Two, Sir…Three, Sir…Ow! Four, Sir!….Five…Sir!”
He let her catch her breath after the last one and then told her to get off,
which she did sliding back down to her knees. I noticed that she didn’t sit
all the way back on her ass this time.
“Now. What time is it?” Ben asked her.
“Nap time, Sir.” Laura said.
“What time is it, Amy?” Ben called out.
“Nap time, Sir!” Amy replied. She had knelt in place though the whole
thing, her hands on the tops of her thighs. She probably didn’t know I could
see this from my vantage point at the helm, but I saw that while Laura was
getting spanked that she had let one of her thumbs slowly caress the inside
of one of her thighs. It was obvious that she had been turned on by the
display although her smaller nipples gave less away.
“Go to our cabin, the both of you.” Ben said. “Amy, I want you both in
sleeping position D, I’ll be down to check on you shortly.”
“Yes Sir.” Amy said and she got up to head below.
Laura got up too and I called her over before she reached the hatch.
“Yes Sir?” she asked me, waddling over in her hobble. I could see that she
was fighting the urge to rub her behind. I could also see that her nipples
were standing out quite well. I waved her close and checked the weather
between her legs, apparently it was the wet season, just as I thought.
Laura blushed as I ran my finger through her light pubic hair. I chuckled.
“You little pain slut.” I said quietly. “Go on!”
Laura smiled and followed Amy below.
“She’ll get it.” Ben said with a smile.
“Position D?” I laughed. Ben and his sleeping positions.
Over time Ben has developed a wide range of sleeping bondage positions for
poor Amy, enough to assign each of them a letter of the alphabet. He made
her learn them all by heart and ever since Amy usually spends the night
sleeping in one of them. He had sent me a copy of the entire list once and
I saw that the positions ran from simple bondage like her just having a set
of cuffs on, to extreme bondage like her being suspended from the ceiling in
a hog-tie upside down.
Half the positions were ones Amy could get into herself, while the other
half definitely needed the help of a second pair of hands. Almost all were
one way bondage’s. That is once in, Amy would not be getting out without
help.
Their position on the alphabet had no relation to how severe or benign each
position was, it was all totally random.
Quite often they would use chance to decide how Amy was to spend the night.
They would pick Scrabble letters out of a bag!
“Something simple.” Ben said. “It should let them sleep and also keep them
from each other.”
“Laura told me a little of what happened the last time we let them sleep
together.” I said to him.
Ben nodded. “Yeah, Amy has mentioned a few things to me too.”
“You okay with that?” I asked him.
“Yeah. I’m okay. I’ll take the wheel for a while, why don’t you go make
sure they’re secure and go take a cat nap yourself. I think we’ll be up
late tonight.”
“Yes, Captain!” I said, throwing him a mock salute.
Ben chuckled. “I see Laura isn’t the only one I’ll have discipline problems
with!”
“Hey now!” I answered. “Don’t think you’re going to get ME across your
knee!”
Ben laughed. “Naa, I’ll have Amy do it!”
I laughed and went below.
I stopped at the door of the forward cabin and opened it suddenly, making
the women on the bed jump.
Both were lying on their backs, which must have been uncomfortable for their
recently striped buttocks. Their hobbles were still on and chained to rings
at the bottom of the bed, their wrist cuffs were chained over their heads to
the head of the bed, and they wore blindfolds.
“I’m just checking to make sure you’re secure.” I said, smiling at the two
beauties before me.
“Yes, Sir.” they both said.
I walked around the bed to my wife and leaned over, giving her a nice long
kiss on the lips while I let my fingers roam over her helpless body for a
moment. She squirmed under my touch in a most delightful manner.
“Thank you Sir.” she said with a smile when I pulled away.
“My pleasure.” I answered.
I looked at Amy for a moment and then walked around to her side of the bed.
I leaned forward and kissed her too, letting my hands roam over her naked
body as well. She wriggled under my fingers and after a moments hesitation
returned my kiss.
I broke the kiss and stood up.
“Thank you, Sir.” she said, copying my wife.
“Also, my pleasure.” I replied, watching my wife who still held her smile
on her face.
“Of course, your pleasure counts first!” Amy said with a small smile.
It was an odd statement, don’t ask me why I thought so. Something about it
brought down my mood a little bit.
“Get some sleep you two, we’ll let you up in a few hours. No talking.” I
ordered as I headed out the door.
I went back to our cabin and set the alarm on my watch to wake me in a
couple of hours.
I fell asleep wondering what was coming up.
There was still a fair amount of light in the sky when, according to the
chart, we were on approach to the island we were shooting for. I held the
wind as long as I dared then began dropping the sail.
Ben came out on deck at that moment and I had to admire his costume. Ben
had gone below when I relieved him to take a quick nap of his own before
freeing the girls and getting ready for the party. He had evidently decided
to dress the part, for nothing he wore could really have been worn in public
at any place else BUT a BDSM party.
He had on a leather half hood that covered his hair and face above his nose.
His shirt was fine silver chain mail with short sleeves that looked pretty
good on his muscled torso.
His pants were jet black and shiny and looked painted and were obviously
latex, but the most remarkable thing about them was the way they DIDN’T
contain his penis. His “Meat and two veg” were themselves wrapped in shiny
latex and displayed outside his pants. I wondered how he had the nerve.
“Nice outfit!” I said with a smile.
Ben chuckled. “Go take down the sail and stow it will you. It’s murder
doing hard work in this thing!”
I laughed and got to work while Ben started the engine and took the helm.
As I was finishing a vision in black came up from below and stepped out on
deck. If all I had to go with was her face I would not have been able to
identify her. But knowing other things I could easily see it was Amy. She
was dressed quite literally from head to toe in shiny PVC, the very top of
her head from just above her forehead uncovered revealing her hair.
Her face was masked like Ben’s, her eyes nose and mouth the only things
visible. The outfit flowed down her neck and down her body to a pair of
stiff looking boots with very high heels which she seemed to walk on just
fine despite the rocking of the boat. Her breasts were almost gone, but the
tightness of the entire outfit left no doubt that she was a woman and almost
every muscle she had was outlined, except for her waist. There she had on a
corset that looked like it started at her chest and ended just about mid
thigh. It had squeezed her already thin frame into an incredible hour glass
shape and I wondered how she breathed.
For a second I thought something was missing and then realized it was her
arms. They were gone!
That is, they had been pressed against her sides by the outfit, bound and
blended in so well that it looked like she had no arms at all! She wasn’t
going to be doing much by herself, that was for sure!
As she walked toward Ben I saw one more wonderful part of her outfit. Her
posterior was completely bare, framed in a heart shaped opening that
squeezed her rear cheeks out and gave them more definition. Her cane marks
were very visible like this and I had to think that this was the entire
point of the outfit. Apart from the patches around her eyes, nose and
mouth, her ass was the only part of her body exposed.
“Very nice!” I said as I finished my work.
Amy turned and gave me a little curtsy, hard to do I thought in that get up.
“You should see Laura, Sir!” she said to me.
I couldn’t wait, and didn’t have to. She came right out at that moment.
She was stunning!
Her hair had been styled to give it a lot of body and fell in huge waves
down her back, her face was covered in a simple silver mask that covered
her eyes and ears and seemed to flow back to become a part of her silver
collar.
The silver theme was carried through to her dress which stuck to her like
metallic paint, revealing that she too wore a corset that held her tightly
from just below her breasts to just above her pubic bone.
There the dress, made of a silver latex as I later found out, went from skin
tight to billowy, falling in deep folds to the deck. I wondered what she
had on underneath it!
The best part of what I could see though was how it covered her breasts. It
didn’t.
Her breasts projected through two large holes in the front of the dress and
were covered at the nipples by what had to be nipple clamps. No pasties
could have held up the silver chain that connected her nipples together, nor
the chains that fell from each nipple a scant six inches to the silver
manacles on her wrists. Her wrists were also held together in front of her
with a shorter connecting chain.
I came down and stared at her. “You are so very beautiful!” I told my wife.
“Thank you.” she said with a soft smile and flutter of her eye lashes.
I grinned and bent low, I had to see what was under that dress. I ducked
under the hem into a silvery world dominated by two lovely bare legs that
stayed bare all the way up to her waist. She wore nothing over her crotch
at all and the latex actually formed a bell shape over her lower body so
none of it touched her below the waist.
I could imagine that wearing this dress would feel very weird indeed as it
went from a crushing tightness to nothing at all. I bet she had to keep
looking to make sure she was covered up!
I looked down and saw that her feet were also bare except for a tiny set of
silver manacles the like of which I had never seen before. They were locked
about each big toe and were separated by only several inches or so of silver
chain. Quite remarkable. I grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled
myself up, giving her golden pussy a quick lick and a kiss before extracting
myself.
I stood up to see Laura blushing and took another look at all my friends. “I
feel very under dressed.” I said, wondering what I could put together.
“Your outfit is waiting for you in the single berth, Sir.” Amy said to me.
“You have something for me already?” I asked.
“Of course, silly! Now go shower and shave before putting it on!” Laura
said, sounding more like the wife I knew before this trip.
“Yes, Dear.” I said, laughing.
I showered, I shaved, and then a little nervous I went to see what they had
gotten me.
What I found was interesting. The pants were black latex but without the
addition on the front of Ben’s. Instead my privates had no covering at all,
until I found the black leather loin cloth I was to wear over them. My
shirt was white and made out of several layers of silk. It was well bloused
at the waist and cuffs and fastened only to mid chest, I would be showing a
lot of chest hair today.
There was also a silk mask for my head that reminded me of something Zorro
might wear. Black, it covered my hair and face in much the same way Ben’s
half hood did.
I left it off, but brought it with me.
My ensemble was finished with a pair of sturdy leather boots that almost
came up to my knees.
Everything fit well although I was nervous about the loin cloth. But then
given the way the women were dressed I thought why not!
When I came out on deck both women whistled, a startling break in their
discipline but I didn’t care!
“You look great, Don!” Amy said.
“I could fall in love with you again!” Laura added, “Especially in that loin
cloth!”
Amy giggled. “If I had arms I’d check to see what was under that thing!”
Laura joined in. “If I had a free hand so would I!”
The women were having a good time and so was I. I turned to Ben who was busy
piloting the boat.
“You should put on your mask now, it’s required at these events.”
“Okay.” I said, and donned the silk head piece. “Can I ask who picked out
this outfit?”
“We did.” Laura said, speaking for her and Amy. “You do like it don’t you?”
“Sure, at least you didn’t give me Ben’s pants!”
We all laughed and I caught Laura mouthing a word at me. “Horse.”
I shook my finger at her.
“Look!” Amy said.
We all turned to the front of the boat.
We had been cruising around the island and were now entering a bay. Spread
out before us were a couple of dozen other yachts and up on a hill above the
beach was this large house. There were a lot of people milling around the
place and all of them were in some kind of fetish gear or nude.
Yes it was going to be an interesting evening!