On the Water  Parts 1-10  (BDSM)

ON THE WATER

Chapter 1

Laura and I sat alone together at a table for four.  We were in sunny Miami
at the Gibson Hotel, a large monstrosity of a building whose only saving
grace was that it was planted squarely on the beach.  From our table on the
patio we could see the sand and the ocean only a hundred feet away, and
further down the shoreline was a large mooring with over a dozen yachts tied
to it.

We sipped our drinks, watched the other hotel guests being served by hurried
waiters, and watched nervously as people came and went.  We hardly said a
word to each other, although I would swear that her thoughts were as filled
as mine were.  We had spoken enough about what we were going to be doing
here over the past months, and now that the moment was almost here there
seemed nothing more to say.

All we could do was wait.

As we waited, I couldn't help glancing at Laura; she was very beautiful, at
least to me.  She sat sipping at her water, watching the entrance to the
restaurant intently.  Her bright eyes were wide and focused, her posture
betraying her nervousness.  She was dressed in the required red bikini, a
thin wrap tied about her waist almost her only other covering.  At home, she
would have been indecently underdressed, but here next to the ocean, she was
just right.  The bikini was a little small; her breasts filling the cups to
almost over flowing.  I had picked it out myself and was glad to see I had
judged the size just right.  When I had given it to her to put on in our
hotel room, Laura looked at me as if I was mad, especially since I had
removed the lining.  But she put it on for me and quickly got used to the
way it looked and felt, just as I knew she would.

She had been quite nervous as we came down here to the restaurant, but this
mild form of exhibitionism was nothing new to either of us and I knew she
would be okay.

Now she barely seemed to notice how well her nipples were outlined in the
material of her top.

I let my eyes drift up her chest to her neck, to the only other thing she
wore: a silver choker necklace.  It looked great against her skin, molding
the shape of her throat.  It was connected in back with a small padlock,
hidden under her hair.  It was padlocked because I wanted it that way, for
Laura was not only my wife and my soul mate, but also my very willing slave.
It was a love of bondage that had drawn us together a couple of years
before.  A mutual hobby that had allowed us to explore each other as people
in ways no normal relationship could do.  We had grown to love each other,
and after a year, she had consented to be my wife.  Our marriage allowed us
to continue our exploration of our hobby and develop it into the meaningful
power exchange that now existed.

Ours was still a relationship in progress though, especially concerning
BDSM.  We BOTH had limits as to what we would do and how far we would take
things.  But our careful stroll through the pleasures of submission and
domination had allowed us to test those limits comfortably and even take
down a few.  Yes, over the time we had known each other we had found that we
had many things in common indeed, and we were always looking to see what
else was on our mutual horizon.

We had many years ahead of us to test our limits.  In fact, we were testing
one now, for it was BDSM among other things that made us fly a thousand
miles to Miami to sit at this very table today.  Not long before we married,
we began chatting with a friendly couple that also shared our kink.  We
began to slowly share our lives with each other, first in a series of tales
of our escapades, and then in more serious discussions about the nature of
what we were doing itself.

This couple, Ben and Amy, had been at it for a few more years than we had,
and I had come to see them as a possible future example of what Laura and I
might become.

Ben had been a great help to me and had helped many times with problems and
doubts I had whenever Laura and I approached a limit that needed exploring.
Amy and Laura had also grown to be fast friends as they shared their unique
lives with each other in ways they couldn't with us men.  Yes, we owed a lot
to Ben and Amy, and it was for them that we now waited.

Why was this a limit being pushed?

Well, this would be our first actual meeting with Ben and Amy, for all of
our correspondence had occurred online, using Email and various chat
programs.  We hadn't even seen each other's faces, for we had both agreed
never to send pictures of each other over the Internet.

I had to admit that in the back of my mind, I was still afraid of the old
Internet urban tale of the scrawny teenager faking his identity online just
to have some fun, but I wasn't taking it seriously.  No one could have faked
the help and the emotion of this relationship for over a year.  I was
confident that Ben and Amy were real.

I smiled at the thought that they might think the same of us.  Well, we'd
soon know.

Laura stiffened, and I looked over at the gate she was watching.  A couple
had just entered.  The man was in tan shorts and a flowered Hawaiian shirt.
He was tall, and looked as strong as a bull.  The woman looked tiny next to
him, slender with well-muscled dancer's legs.  She was dressed in a red
bikini and wrap, a gold choker about her neck.  The bikini was the clue we
were looking for; it was how we were to recognize each other.  When we told
the women this earlier, they were both amused that they would have to be
almost naked for us to get together.

The couple stood next to the gate, and it was the woman who spotted us
first.  She smiled and tugged at her mate, who quickly spotted us himself.
I smiled and looked over at Laura, who was grinning from ear to ear.  I
could see that she had already relaxed, and to be honest so had I.  As the
couple came over, we both stood up.

"Ben?" I asked the big man.

"Good to meet you at last, Don," Ben said, extending his hand.  I took it
and we shook, that first physical touch confirming the deep friendship we
had developed on our computer screens.

"It is indeed," I replied, almost laughing with released tension.

Ben did laugh and he slapped my shoulder.

I looked over at the women.

Laura had padded over to stand at my left elbow, while Amy had done the same
to Ben's right.  Both women smiled at each other but made no move to talk or
to break their position.

This had been asked of them during our negotiations over this meeting.  They
were not to break their training even for this momentous occasion.  Ben and
I both had the same thought, and we nodded at our charges.  With a laugh,
Laura and Amy embraced and we listened as the women greeted each other
warmly, finally able to do so in person.

Right then I knew this trip to be worth it.

--==*==--

We spent an hour in somewhat careful conversation, circling verbally the
topics we had discussed so candidly on our computer screens.  We were
friends yet strangers at the same time, and it was an odd feeling.  But we
all began to relax as time went on, and eventually conversation drifted into
familiar territory without any of the hesitancy we suffered at the
beginning.

As we talked, I found my eyes drawn to Amy, curious as to how she matched up
to the mental picture I had carried with me since we first started talking
online.  She and Laura were of the same height, although Amy was slighter in
build, not quite filling her bikini as much as Laura did.  She was also dark
while Laura was blond, and her hair was bobbed quite short, unlike Laura's
expansive mane.  I glanced at Ben and watched as he let his eyes drift over
my wife's form.  I had to admit to a small nagging feeling in my gut, but it
was very little indeed.

Ben had every right to look at Laura as I had every right to look at Amy.
After all, we were both lovers of the female form, and to have such beauties
sitting with us and NOT look at them would be ridiculous.  Drinks finished,
someone suggested a walk on the beach, so up we got.  As we descended the
stairs to the sand, I asked Laura for her wrap.  She glanced at me with
nervous eyes for a second and then took it off, handing it to me with a
smile.

Ben had done the same with Amy and we let the two women stroll ahead of us a
little ways.  As they walked, I kept my eyes on their well-muscled butts.
Laura's was practically bare in the thong I had gotten her, while Amy's was
covered by such a thin layer of material that it might well have been
painted red instead of clothed.

"Laura is a beautiful woman," Ben said to me once the women had walked out
of range.

"I know.  I feel very lucky," I replied.  "I have to say the same about Amy,
she's gorgeous."

Ben chuckled.  "That she is."

"No wonder we have to keep them chained up!" I laughed.  "I wouldn't want to
let either of them get away."

Ben smiled.  "I'm glad you guys made it.  Amy and I were worried you might
not."

I nodded, understanding his thoughts and fears.

"Are you ready for the rest of the trip?" Ben asked.

"Yes, we are.  It's good of you to take us with you."

"Hey, we go every year anyway and this time it will be a lot more fun with
company.  Especially since with you guys, we won't have to do anything
different or hide anything."

I smiled.  "Well, thanks all the same.  Laura and I would never have been
able to afford doing this by ourselves."

"My pleasure."

"So, where are we going?" I asked him.

Ben turned and pointed out at the ocean.  "Paradise!"

--==*==--

We had dinner together at one of Miami's elegant five star restaurants.  The
women were stunning in silk evening gowns that threatened to reveal more
than they covered.  Laura wore her hair up, exposing her graceful neck and
the lock on the back of her collar.  She got plenty of looks for that, and
the fact that she walked rather slowly into the restaurant.  She couldn't
help it, under her dress her thighs were connected together with a
three-inch chain, which reduced her stride somewhat.  I felt that now we
knew where we stood with Ben and Amy, there was no reason for us not to
resume our normal habits.  It was quite normal for us to go out in public
with Laura being in some form of hidden bondage.  We both enjoyed it a lot.

Consequently, we were late getting to our table, and our friends were
already there.  Ben stood up while Amy smiled from her seat.  Ben waited
patiently while Laura negotiated the final few feet and then we all sat
down.  Ben gave me a wink; he had guessed what had kept us.  The choice of
the restaurant had been Ben's.  Unlike Laura and myself, Ben and Amy were
what you might call filthy rich, and they had insisted on paying our way for
this trip.

We didn't mind one bit.

We chatted about normal mundane things while we waited for our food, but I
saw that Amy seemed a little distracted.  She had her fork in one hand and
would tap it on the table gently as we talked.  I raised an eyebrow at Ben
and he grinned.

"Here," he said, passing an object across to me.  "You play with it for a
while."

It was a small plastic box with a slider on it.  Guessing what it was, I
looked straight at Amy and pushed the slider up.  She groaned and tried to
keep a straight face.

Laura laughed, and Amy gave her a guilty look.

"Nice," I said, pulling the slider back and giving Amy some relief.

"I brought along another one if you care to join me," Ben said with a grin.
Laura's eyes opened wide, that cinched it for me.

"That would be great.  I'm sure Laura would love it as well."

Now it was Amy's turn to giggle.

"Sir, I can't with my legs locked together," Laura whispered to me.

"I'm sure you'll find a way," I said smiling.  Laura rolled her eyes as Ben
passed her a small cardboard box.  Laura took it and looked about the
crowded restaurant.

"Do I have to do it here?" she asked me.

"I think the ladies' room will be fine," I said.  Laura looked relieved and
got up.  I watched as she made her slow way across the room.

"Would you like to trade remotes?" Ben asked me.

I was about to say yes, then got an idea.  "Amy, why don't you go see if
Laura needs any help?" I asked.

Amy glanced at Ben who nodded.  She got up and hurried after my wife.  As
Amy walked away, I saw that under her dress she had to have been wearing a
very tight corset.

I waited until she was gone before speaking.  "Say, Ben.  I think we should
hang on to the remotes we have, but not tell the ladies.  Let's keep them
guessing as to who is playing with them."

Ben chuckled.  "I always liked the way you make confusion and uncertainty a
part of your games.  Sure, let's do that."

I laughed.  "A toast to an interesting evening."  We raised our glasses and
drank.

"Should we let them cum at all?" he asked.

"What do you think?"

Ben smiled.  "Watch Amy's face, when she closes her eyes, that means she's
getting really close, and you know when to back off."

I couldn't help chuckling.  "With Laura, it's when she starts to pant.  If
she breathes with her mouth open, you had better back way off!"

We both laughed, and were still grinning when the women came back.

"I think we're in trouble, Laura," Amy said, watching us closely.

"Yeah, I know that look," Laura agreed, sticking her tongue out at me.  She
suddenly jumped, as the vibrator she had recently put in herself must have
started.

I held her eyes for a moment and then looked away.  As dinner progressed, I
kept the remote hidden in a pocket, changing the setting up or down as I saw
fit.  Amy proved to be a wonderfully responsive woman, and quite often her
eyes started to close as she tuned out the conversation to tune in something
else.  I could sense the frustration whenever I pulled the slider down, a
frustration that had her almost in tears at one point.  Laura also looked
like she was running a sexual marathon.  Her beautiful hair was coming
unraveled, as was her demeanor.

She was breathing very deeply, and when desert came, she just pushed it
around her plate.

I would trade smiles with Ben every so often as we talked, the two of us
enjoying the torment we were putting our women through.  When Ben suggested
dancing after dinner, he got murderous looks from both women, but I agreed.
So off we went to the dance floor, and I got to dance with my partner for
life while she dealt with the invader in her loins.

"Donald, this is driving me nuts." she whispered in my ear.

"I know, sweetheart.  I've been watching you," I answered in kind.

"Couldn't you please turn it down a little, Sir?" she asked.

"Are you sure you should be talking to me?"

She pulled back and stared at me for a moment, and I saw that only now did
she realize that I might not be the one at the controls of her vibrator.
She glanced over at Ben, who was slow dancing with Amy.

"You can't be serious?" she said.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," I said with smile.

Laura got a worried look on her face.  "I hate it when you do this," she
said.

I pulled her close to me.  "No...you don't."

Laura sighed in my arms.  "No...I don't."

After a couple more songs, Ben and I switched partners.  Amy was indeed the
same height as Laura, but holding her was like holding a delicate flower, I
was afraid I would break her.

"Having a good time?"  I asked her.

"Do you still have my remote...Sir?" Amy asked, the lids of her eyes half
shut.

"Maybe," I said smiling.

"Grrrr," she said with a chuckle.  We danced slowly and I could feel her
breathing, short quick breaths.  I knew Amy was very into corsets, but since
that was one kink Laura and I didn't share, this was my first real encounter
with someone who wore one.

"You okay?" I asked her.

Amy nodded.  "Yeah, except that I'm sure I'm leaving a wet spot on the back
of my dress!"

She wasn't, neither was Laura, I had checked.  If they had, I'm sure Ben and
I would have spirited them away.

We danced a little more and then decided it was time to go.

"An early start in the morning," Ben had told us earlier.  Ben and Amy saw
us to our hotel, and in front of the women, we exchanged remotes, making
them both groan.

"We'll see you at the boat in the morning," Ben said.  "Are you sure you can
find it?"

"We'll be fine," I said to him.  We shook hands and they went on their way
in the cab we had hired.

I escorted my wife up to our room.

As soon as we were in our room, Laura began to undress.  A standard rule
with us was for her to be nude whenever possible.  We were both nudity nuts
and went around without clothes whenever we could.

I undressed slowly while watching my wife strip as quickly as she could.  I
didn't care for slow sensuous strip teases, much preferring the havoc of
clothes flying everywhere in the effort to get down to skin.  Very quickly,
all that was left was the collar about her neck, the linked cuffs holding
her thighs together, and the vibrator in her sex.  "Sir, may I remove the
vibrator now?" she asked me.  Her instructions to strip never included any
restraints or toys.

"Wouldn't you like to cum first?" I asked her.

Laura grinned and I pushed the slider all the way up on the remote.  Laura
sank to her knees and rocked back and forth, head down.  I knew she wanted
to reach between her legs or rub her nipples, but I didn't allow her to do
that.  I went over to our toy bag and got her sleeping cuffs, locking the
soft leather cuffs on her wrists as she rocked slowly to orgasm.  Laura is
somewhat vocal as she cums, and this time was no different.  Her breaths
come out in an almost a singsong quality and I love to hear her.  By the
time she was done, she had her hands cuffed behind her.

"Wild!" she said with a tired grin.

I laughed and had her stand.  I reached for the vibrator and pulled it out.
It was penis shaped with a clit stimulator coming out of one end.  I liked
it, and put it in the bathroom sink to be washed.  Then I unlocked the link
between her thigh cuffs and Laura headed for the bathroom.  Laura was back
by the time I finished undressing, and at my bidding, she was soon in bed,
where I eventually joined her.

We made slow passionate love, with me eventually entering her from behind
while Laura sang her breathless song of love.

Chapter 2

We arrived at the boat at around nine the next morning.  It had been easy to
find, parked in the marina next to the hotel.  'Kajira' was emblazoned on
the transom, and I wondered how many people knew what the name of the boat
actually meant.

The boat was fairly large, maybe fifty feet in length to my untrained eye.
It had a single mast and lots of rigging and looked to be in very good
condition.  There was no one to be seen.

"Ahoy!" I shouted with a grin, getting into the spirit of the occasion.

A door at the rear of the cabin opened and a head poked out.  It was Ben.

"Hi there, come aboard.  We were just finishing breakfast!"  We waved and
stepped aboard.  Ben came out onto the rear deck to meet us.  "Just the two
bags?" he asked.

"Yep, you said to travel light," I replied.

"Good.  You should have room for all your stuff in your cabin," he said with
a smile.  "Come on in!"

Laura and I followed Ben below into what turned out to be a very roomy area.
To our left was a booth with a table at which Ben and Amy had been eating,
on the right was a nook filled with dials and buttons, which I later found
out was for all the radios and navigation equipment.  There was also an
autopilot that could steer the boat, as well as a joystick that could copy
the action of the wheel out on the helm.

Down a few steps beyond the booth was the kitchen, or galley I should say,
and that was where Amy was.

Both Amy and Ben were in shorts and T-shirts, and both were barefoot.  They
made me feel over-dressed in my slacks and shirt, while Laura was back in
her bikini and wrap.

"Hi Don, hi Laura," Amy said, stacking food into a cupboard.

"Hi, nice place you have here!" I replied.

"Isn't it?" Ben agreed.  "I love this boat.  Come on, I'll give you a tour.
Amy!  You show Laura where they'll be sleeping, then you can finish cleaning
up!"

"Yes, Sir!" Amy said with a grin.

I watched for a moment as the two women greeted each other, and then
followed Ben forward into the bowels of his floating home.

He showed me the Master stateroom squeezed as far forward into the boat as
it could get.  It was surprisingly roomy, and had a full sized double bed
and lots of storage space.  It even had a private bathroom...sorry, head,
with a shower.  Aft of that were the galley and a seating area, and aft of
that up a few steps were the booth and navigation console I already told you
about.  He then took me aft past the steps we had used to enter the boat,
stepping down a couple more steps as we did so, and there was another head
shared by two more cabins.  One cabin was a single and would go unoccupied
this trip, the other had a double bed and would be ours.

It was small, but it didn't seem cramped at all.  I figured we wouldn't have
any problem staying here for a while.

One thing I was really glad for was the headroom.  At no time did I have to
duck my head, which made me happy.

Ben was very happy, showing off his toy.  I nodded and made polite remarks
as he told me where the engine was (under the floor of the booth, which was
why we had to go up and down steps to get from one end of the boat to the
other), how much fuel it carried, and how far we could go.  He showed me
every electronic toy he had, and when we went up on deck, he continued his
tour by showing me the wheel and controls, which he could use to pilot the
boat.  "What I really like about this model is that in bad weather I can
switch control of the boat to the controls inside and stay nice and dry.
The windows around the pilot house give me full visibility."

"Very nice," I said.  I was watching the women.  Laura and Amy were on the
foredeck, that is the deck in front of the mast and roof of the cabin and
pilothouse.  Laura was evidently getting her own tour.

"Amy!" Ben called out.  "I told you to finish cleaning up!"

"I just thought I'd give Laura a quick tour!" Amy called back.

"Did I say anything about giving Laura a tour?" Ben said seriously.

Amy's smile faded.  "No, Sir."

"Then get below, now!"

"Yes, Sir."  Amy turned and walked back to us, passing us without a word as
she headed below.

Laura stood where she was, looking a little unsure of what she should be
doing.  I decided to rescue her.  "Laura, why don't you go unpack us and
then go sit at the table when you're done."

"Yes, Sir," Laura said gratefully, and she quickly followed her sister in
servitude inside.

Ben smiled.  "I think Amy's enthusiasm is getting the better of her."

"I understand.  If you need to discipline her, don't feel you have to pull
back just because we're here," I replied.

"Don't worry, I won't.  Fancy a beer?"

"Sure!" I replied.

We went back below and Ben had me sit in the booth.  He went to the galley
and came back with a beer for me and a cola for himself.  I knew Ben was a
recovering alcoholic, and that he must have laid on the beer just for me.
It made me a little uncomfortable drinking it.

"Don't worry about it," Ben told me, reading my mind.  "If you having a beer
was going to bother me, I never would have brought any aboard."

"Thanks, Pal," I said.

We waited together as the women attended to their chores, talking about
nothing much until first Laura and then Amy joined us.

"Okay," Ben said.  "Now for a quick but serious lecture."

I sat back and waited to hear what our host had to say.

"First of all, thank you both again for taking the time to come with us.  I
know we're both really glad for this chance to finally meet you," said Ben.

Laura and I smiled and returned the sentiment.

"In a few minutes we'll be heading out, and we'll be on our own until we
return or hit a populated port.  Therefore, certain rules of the sea will
apply.  Don, while I would not presume to butt in on your special
relationship with Laura, there may be times when I will have to give her
commands that I will expect to have obeyed.  As the Captain of our little
crew, it's important that I have total command in certain situations where
the safety of us all is concerned.  This would also mean you yourself doing
what I ask, when I ask, when I need your help with the boat.  Do you agree?"

I had been thinking about this already, and had already decided on my
answer.  "Sure, Ben.  You can count on Laura and me.  In fact...Laura!  From
this point on, Ben is as much your Master as I am.  You obey him just like
you would obey me!"

Laura looked up at me for a moment, then gave Ben a nervous glance.  I could
tell she was both scared and excited at the prospect of being commanded by
another man.  She had done tasks for him before online, but this was
different.  Here she would be under his direct command in full view of him.
She nodded, nervously.

I looked at Ben, who had sat back at my announcement.  Ben and I had talked
about this online before committing to this trip and had decided to see how
things were going before taking such a step.  I could see he was surprised.

"That isn't necessary, you know," Ben said.

"I feel it is, Ben.  I trust you with her."

Ben nodded and looked over at Amy, who sat quietly watching us all.  I
decided to speak up.  "Don't feel you have to reciprocate right now.  Take
the time you want to, and if you both feel it is something you can't do,
then that's fine."  I smiled.

"I have a question, Sir," Amy said to me.

"Yes?"

"Will this arrangement include...sex?"

I hesitated before answering.  So far, Laura and I had never gone beyond
each other for sex, we had never seen the need to.

"I would rather it didn't," I said.  Laura smiled at me a little, relieved I
guessed.

Amy stared at Ben, who stared back at her.  I thought I perceived a small
nod on Amy's part.

"Don," Ben said.  "I'm not that comfortable right now with it.  But I will
allow her to serve you in non-sexual ways, and you are free to discipline
her as the need arises."

"That's fine," I said, meaning it.

"Maybe once we get to know each other better," Ben told me.

I nodded.

"Alright.  But back to my lecture, I want to make it clear that the final
decision about everything on this trip is mine.  Understood?"

We all said yes.

Ben smiled.  "Okay then.  Everybody on deck, and let's cast off!"

Laura and I followed our hosts outside and we sat at the stern next to the
pilot's console, watching Ben and Amy get the boat ready to sail.  Ben stood
at the wheel flipping switches, and I could hear fans blowing below
somewhere.  Amy was on the pier unplugging a power cord that ran to an
outlet box.

"Time to teach you a few things about running this boat in case you have to
do it yourself," Ben said to me.

"Sure!"

"Okay.  Now this is important.  These switches here are for the blowers,
fans in the engine compartment.  Unlike the engine of a car, which is open
underneath, the engine of a boat is in an enclosed compartment.  Fumes can
build up in that space, and if you were to start the engine, you might
ignite them and blow up the boat.  So always remember to run the blowers
first; they clear the air so you can start the engine safely."

I nodded.

Amy had by this time coiled up her power cord and had put it away somewhere.
Now she was in the process of untying each of the ropes that held us to the
pier.  Ben showed me how to start the engine, and there was a throaty roar
as the diesel started.

"If we have an engine, why do we have a mast?" Laura asked.

"Because, dear Laura, once we get out to sea I'll shut off the engine and
we'll go on under wind power.  The engine is only really used in places
where the sail is unmanageable, and to charge the batteries," Ben told her
with a smile.

Amy stood at the bow, a rope in hand.  "Ready to cast off Captain!" she
yelled with a grin.

"Cast off!" Ben yelled back.

With a clever flick of her wrist, Amy pulled the rope off the last stanchion
holding us to the pier and we started to drift away.

"Here we go!" said Ben, applying power.

Laura and I grinned at each other as the boat began to move.  It was going
to be an adventure for both of us, since neither of us had spent any real
time aboard a boat before.  For sure, neither of us had ever gone to sea.
Amy finished coiling ropes, and came and gave Ben a hug.

"Sir, may Laura come up front with me?" she asked me.  I nodded, and with a
smile, both women headed for the foredeck where a couple of low riding deck
chairs awaited.

I stood next to Ben and watched as he deftly handled the big boat, steering
it around other yachts that were either moored or moving like we were.  Soon
we were well clear of the shore and heading away from land.  I looked on
with interest as Ben piloted.  At his elbow was a chart with a few lines
drawn on it, our course?  He would glance down at it occasionally, but his
attention was split between the compass in front of him, the radar screen to
his left, and the sea around us.  As we got further out, he spent less time
looking around and more time looking at the radar.  He seemed satisfied
however, and he began to smile.

"I have the radar set at ten miles," he told me.  "There are just a couple
of other vessels in the area and they're heading in the other direction.  We
shouldn't get any closer to them than we are now."

I nodded, only barely able to tell what the blips on the screen could be.

He flipped a couple more switches and let go of the wheel.  "Now the
autopilot has it," he explained.  "It'll keep us on course.  I also have the
radar set to sound an alarm if it sees anything within five miles of us.
That's plenty for daylight.  We'll run on the engine for a few hours to make
sure the batteries get a good charge."

"You're the boss!" I said laughing.

Ben grinned.  "In that case..."  He stepped away from the wheel and leaned
forward against the roof of the pilothouse.

"Ladies!" he yelled.  "At sea uniform is now required!"

Laura looked back, confused, but Amy giggled.

"What's the at sea uniform?" I asked Ben.

"I think you'll like it," Ben said to me.

Amy stood up and glanced at me for a moment before reaching under her shirt
for her shorts.  She pulled them down to her ankles with one movement and
stepped out of them.  Then she reached for the hem of her shirt.  In
seconds, it was off her body and lying on the deck.  Amy now stood in
nothing but her gold collar, her arms wrapped around herself nervously.

"You're right," I said to Ben, who chuckled.

"Come on Laura, you're out of uniform!" I yelled.

Laura looked from Amy to me, and back again, and then stood up.  We were
going a pretty good pace and the wind blew her hair wonderfully.  She undid
her wrap and let it drop to the deck.  She took a deep breath and soon her
bikini followed.  Now both women were naked except for their collars.

"As I said before...beautiful," Ben said to me.  I agreed.  I also noticed
that neither woman had any real tan lines, so being outdoors nude was
nothing new to them.

The women stood in the breeze of the boat's passage hugging themselves,
staring at each other and at us men.  Then Laura began to giggle and she
relaxed her arms.  Her laughter was infectious and Amy began to join in.
Then to my surprise, Amy dropped her arms and did a little pirouette.  Laura
did one too, and the two women held hands, laughing at I don't know what,
the ice broken.

I grinned at Ben.  "I'm heading below to change out of these slacks," I said
to him.

He looked me up and down.  "Good.  And from now on, no shoes aboard the
'Kajira'."

I gave him a mock salute and went below.

Our cabin was neat, with no sign of our luggage.  I looked in a couple of
drawers and in the hanging locker (closet to you land folk) and discovered
where Laura had put all my stuff.

Most of the clothes were mine.  All we had brought for Laura to wear apart
from her bikini were some shorts and a couple of shirts, and her evening
dress.  I changed into shorts, deciding to go bare-chested, and then looked
for our second bag.  This bag was our toy bag, and I wanted a couple of
things from it.  I found what I was looking for and headed back up top.  I
padded barefoot along the teak deck to where Amy and Laura sat naked,
sunning themselves.  Amy saw me coming and her hands began to move to cover
herself up.  I understood her action, it would be a little while before she
got used to being nude around me.

"Laura, you comfortable?" I asked my wife.

"Oh yes, especially now!" she giggled, shaking her bare breasts at me.  Oh,
how I love it when she does that.

"Good," I said, pulling from behind my back what I had dug out of our toy
bag.

It was her leather cuffs, one for each ankle and wrist.  Laura smiled when
she saw them and then glanced at Amy with a guilty look.  Amy smiled.

"Come here," I ordered.

Laura got up and stood while I locked the cuffs on her.  I intended her to
wear them for the rest of the trip, but didn't tell her that.  Then I took a
small padlock from my pocket and connected her ankles together.

"I was wondering how long my freedom would last!" Laura said as I did this.

"I don't think you're going to have much freedom from now on," I said with a
grin.  Laura wrinkled her nose at me.

I helped her back into her chair and lifted her wrists over her head.  With
a second padlock, I locked them there to the chair and she was trapped.
"Now you can work on that tan," I told her.

"But what if another boat comes?" she asked me.

"I don't know, I guess we'll just hope they aren't pirates!"

"Donald!" she whined, wriggling deliciously.

I laughed and bent low to kiss her, letting my hands roam a little.  When I
broke the kiss, Laura looked over at Amy, red faced with embarrassment.  Amy
was watching us with a grin on her face.

"Amy.  Why don't you go get Laura and yourself something to drink?  I'd like
you to watch her and take care of her for a while.  If she gets too red from
the sun, help her turn over, I don't want her burnt," I said.

"Yes, Sir," she said with a grin and she jumped up and headed aft.

"You okay with all this?" I asked Laura once Amy had left.

Laura nodded.  "I'm a little scared, but it's easier than I thought it would
be."

"And if Ben wants to play?" I asked.

"I'll be okay with that, as long as you are."

I nodded and kissed her once more, then left her alone to head back to Ben.
We had traveled a good distance away from the coast by now and the ocean
swells had picked up a little.  Nothing big, but the 'Kajira' was certainly
rocking.  You could tell we were really at sea now.

I had to hang on to the rigging as I walked back to the stern.

"I saw you cuffing Laura," Ben said from his seat at the wheel.  He wasn't
actively steering anymore, but he was watching the autopilot.

"Yes, that's okay, isn't it?"

"Sure, but when she has to move, I suggest you let her hands stay free so
she can hold on to things.  Below, you can keep her cuffed up.  I don't want
her or Amy falling overboard."

"Sure!" I said, agreeing.

Amy came out on deck and made her way forward without holding onto anything.

She definitely had her sea legs, and what wonderful legs they were!  I
watched as she pulled her chair closer to Laura's and begin to share a drink
with her.

"You know," I said to Ben.  "I'm really looking forward to this trip!"

Ben smiled, and we watched our nude women as they began to renew their
online friendship.

Chapter 3

After a simple but good lunch prepared in the galley by our two beautiful
slave girls, Ben decided to shut off the engine and transfer to sail power.

Again, Laura and I watched from the stern as Ben and Amy unpacked a sail and
hoisted it to the sky.  Ben kept up a running commentary as he trimmed the
sail with various winches and he told me that next time I would be helping
instead of Amy.

That was fine by me.  I was anxious to learn all I could about running this
boat.

The boat felt different under sail than it did propelled by its diesel
engine.  The ride seemed smoother to me and we rocked less in the swells,
which had themselves calmed down.

There was also a slight list to one side as the wind pushed hard on our
bright colored sail.

It was exhilarating.

A short while later I was enjoying myself on the foredeck, seated in one of
the deck chairs with a beer in one hand.

I was now nude, my shorts left in our cabin after lunch, and thoroughly
enjoying the warm Caribbean sun on my skin.

Not that the sun could reach all of it however.  Kneeling on the deck
between my legs, her hands locked behind her, her feet cuffed to two chains
that were attached to the deck rail, was my wife.  She was in no position to
take in the view, for her head was buried in my crotch, her delicate tongue
lapping gently at the head of my penis, her lips moving up and down the
shaft.

The feelings were exquisite!

I watched the water as we sped over it, making a better speed with the wind
than we had with the engine.  A fine salt spray would come over the bow from
time to time as we plowed through the waves, keeping us cool in the warm
sun.

The combination of speed, sun, beer, and Laura's unceasing attention made
this a perfect moment.

Every so often, I would glance back at Ben who sat at the helm.  I could
just see his head and shoulders, and he looked very relaxed and in control
as he piloted his baby across the sea.  From talks with him, I knew that
being able to sail was his one big luxury, something he did to get away from
the pressures of his business.  He was in his element.

It also didn't hurt that he had someone like Amy to keep him company.  I
wasn't quite sure what their relationship actually was.  They weren't
married, yet in many ways they were.  I gathered that Ben had met her at a
party, and through circumstances beyond their control he had ended up taking
her home.  She had been there ever since, going on many years now.

I smiled.  I couldn't see Amy from where I was, but I knew she was there
with Ben.

He had bent her over the transom, the back of the boat, and tied her into
position.  All she could see was the water scant feet below her head rushing
out from under the rear of the boat as it sped along.  But all anyone could
see of her was her wide spread legs and naked ass as it stuck up high and
vulnerable.

Amy was within reach of where Ben sat, and I knew that he was keeping one
hand on her ass as much as he could, stroking it, and giving it little love
pats.  I knew he wouldn't hit it too hard though; he would spill his drink.

'Why would he spill his drink?' I hear you ask.  Well, after Ben tied Amy
down he showed me an interesting drink holder he had picked up someplace.
It looked like a regular plastic cup holder that you would buy for a car,
except that the mounting end had a large butt plug stuck to it.

Amy's position was perfect for its use.  All he had to do was grease it up
and insert it, then put his can of pop in it.

Very handy.

I don't know what Amy thought about her ass being used as a drink holder but
I couldn't wait to try it on Laura.

And so the afternoon went.

After a while, I took Laura below and we made love together in our bunk,
while Ben sat contented at the wheel.

Then later after a quick lesson from Ben, I relieved him while he took Amy
down, and I got my wish to try the cup holder on Laura.

Ben didn't seem to mind my being nude, although he made no move to join the
rest of us.  Amy smirked the first time she saw me.

--==*==--

It was an hour later when I first saw land.  Ben came up at that time and
took over the helm.

"Is that our destination?" I asked him.

He shook his head.  "Not yet, but close.  I have a special spot in mind for
us to anchor in tonight."

"Where are we?"

"The Bahamas, there are hundreds of small islands around here."

I nodded.  "Where's Amy?"

Ben grinned.  "Resting."

I smiled.

I watched as Ben guided us around the island I had spotted and headed in the
direction of another.  At one point, he sat back and absentmindedly put his
hand on Laura's butt, for she was still bound as Amy had been over the
transom.

He jerked his hand away and I smiled.  "Don't worry about it," I said to
him.

Ben chuckled and pinched one of Laura's butt cheeks, making her squeal.

He steered us around several more islands before speaking again.  "Don, can
you go below and get Amy for me, it's almost time to stow the sail."

"Sure," I said, eager to see how Amy was resting.

I found her in the Master Stateroom, hog-tied nude on the bed.  She was also
blindfolded and gagged with a ball gag, while ropes kept her centered on the
bed.

She looked delicious.

I crept up to her and ran a finger along her side.  She squealed and
wriggled, doing interesting things with her body.

I laughed and began undoing the ropes that held her to the bed, and her
hog-tie.  I took the blindfold off as well but left her gag in.  She was
supposed to be able to help with the sail, and I couldn't see why she had to
be able to talk.

When the blindfold came off, Amy seemed startled to see me and began to
blush.  I guess being bound nude with a nude man who wasn't your partner
would make a woman do that.

"It's okay, Amy.  I'm just here to untie you, Captain's orders."

Amy grinned behind her gag and allowed me to finish untying her.  Of course,
I couldn't help "accidentally" brushing a few strategic places on her body
as I did so.

We went back up on deck and Ben directed us both while he stayed at the
helm.

I worked the unfamiliar rigging and helped to fold the sail into its
container on the boom.  While we were stowing it away, Ben fired up the
engine and we continued under diesel power.

The islands were pretty close together here, and I was beginning to wonder
if Ben knew where he was going when he eventually guided us into a small bay
next to an island with a sandy beach.  He stopped the boat, and he used not
just one but two anchors spread wide apart to hold us in place.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ben said.

I had to agree, and I wondered what Laura thought of it.  Then I remembered
that from her position all she could see was the back of the boat.

I untied her and she stood up stiffly, rubbing her back, the ends of her
long hair wet from being dragged in the water.  I guess I had left her bound
like that a little too long.

She looked around and smiled though.  "Very romantic!" she said.

"It's private too.  The odds are against anyone else coming here tonight,"
Ben said.

"Have you been here before?" I asked.

"Every year for the past five," he answered.

"Do we get to go ashore?" Laura asked him.

Amy giggled.  "You tired of sea life already?"

"Oh no, I was just..." Laura looked worried, like she had said the wrong
thing.

"Don't worry Laura, we'll go ashore and have a picnic tonight.  In fact, why
don't you girls unpack the rowboat now." Ben ordered.

"Yes, Sir," said both women.

Ben winked at me.  "While the ladies labor, you fancy a swim?"

"Sure!" I answered.

Ben walked to the transom and undid a catch, allowing part of it to swing
down, revealing steps that led down to the water.

"Great!" I said, and I followed him into the lagoon.

The water was warm and felt great to my sweat soaked body.  We swam about
and were watched jealously by our women, who struggled to lift a rowboat off
the roof of the 'Kajira'.

"Shouldn't we help them?"  I asked Ben.

"They'll be fine." the big man replied.

They were.  Amy and Laura successfully moved the rowboat from the roof to
the water without sinking it.  Amy jumped into the water to push the boat
around to the rear, while Laura stood in all her naked glory on the deck,
her dark wrist and ankle cuffs in stark contrast to the rest of her skin.

"Come on in Laura, it's great!" I yelled.

Laura smiled and jumped in, and soon the four of us were swimming,
splashing, and having a great time.

Afterwards, Laura and I shared the deck hose for a shower while Ben and Amy
used their private shower inside.  Then the ladies gathered food and drink
and we all took the rowboat to shore.

Ben had removed his shorts when he showered, so now he was as naked as the
rest of us.  It seemed right somehow.

It was good to be on dry land again, even though the sand was hot to the
touch.  As soon as we hit the beach, Amy handed us a can of bug spray.

"Use lots," she told us so we did.

Ben and I then looked for firewood while the women set up the picnic, and as
the sun began to sink into the horizon, we had a good fire going.

It was peaceful and miles away from the busy hotel we were at only this
morning.  I loved it.

I sat next to Laura whose ankles I had locked together with a padlock before
we left the boat.  Amy was similarly bound and Ben and I enjoyed the fact
that our women would not be able to go a wondering tonight.

"So how did you like your first day at sea?" Ben asked after we had eaten.
He had Amy in his arms and was caressing her breasts gently with one hand.
They looked good snuggled together.

"Words fail me," I answered with a smile.

Everyone chuckled.

"How about you, Laura?"  Ben asked.

"Well, I didn't get to see much of it this afternoon," she said with a grin.

"Really?" said Amy, "Me neither!"

I laughed with the others.

"Perhaps well give you both a better view tomorrow," Ben said with a grin.

"I know that look," Amy said, playfully punching Ben.

"What?" Ben asked innocently.

"You have something planned, don't you." she asked him.

"Would it be any fun if I didn't?"

Amy smiled and looked a little guilty.  "No," she said.

"Are you going to tell us now or wait until later?" I asked.

"Oh, it's better to wait," Ben said.

Laura groaned.  "What is it with you guys and your surprises!" she said.

"Don't you like our surprises?" I asked her, squeezing a nipple.

"Ow!...well...yeah, but still!" she said almost giggling.

"Then you'll find out later."

Laura stuck out her tongue at me.

Ben looked at his watch; it was the only thing he wore.

"It's time, Amy," he said.

Amy's smile faded.

I was puzzled for a moment until I remembered part of what I had learned
about their relationship.

It was punishment time.

Ben had coached me about how to deal with punishment if ever the need arose.
He was a believer in strict discipline and the cane, and it seemed he was
not afraid to use it when he thought it necessary.  He and Amy had
established a punishment routine that Laura and I were talking about using
for ourselves.  At a certain time each day, punishment would be given out if
anything had happened during the day to warrant it.

I wondered what Amy could have done today to warrant being punished for.

Ben lifted her off him and she got to her knees on the sand.

"Sir...?" Amy said, glancing at us.

Ben looked at Laura and me for a moment.  "I think they should watch this,
Amy.  Considering how they are thinking of going the same route we did, it
will be good for them."

Amy didn't look so sure.  Online, Amy and I had talked a lot about her
punishments, and while she had always been enthusiastic about their
effectiveness, she had never said anything good about the act itself.
Neither had Ben.

"If she likes it, then it isn't a punishment," he had told me often enough.

Amy finally nodded and bent low, placing her head on the sand and grasping
her knees.  She faced away from us, her butt up high.

"This morning at the pier I asked you to do two simple things, show Laura
her cabin and then finish cleaning up.  You took it upon yourself to ignore
or delay my second order.  Think about that while I go get the cane."  Ben
told her.  He left the light of the campfire and went to the rowboat.

I looked at Laura, who had a worried expression on her face.

"Are you okay, Amy?" Laura asked.

"Hush, Laura," I whispered.

Ben came back, a rattan cane in his hand with a curved handle.

"Turn your head, Amy," he said to her.

Amy turned to face us.  Laura took my hand.

"Amy.  Anything to say?" he asked her.

Amy shook her head.

"Two strokes," he told her.

He took a stance and the cane fell.

Amy cried out, but didn't lose her grip on her knees.  Her face was screwed
up in pain.

Laura gripped me tightly but didn't take her eyes of Amy's face.  We both
watched in mute fascination as Ben struck again.

The sound the cane made as it went through the air was sharp, like a cartoon
sound effect, but there was nothing cartoony about how Amy cried out.  She
didn't break position though, and she sobbed gently in her butt-up position.

Laura moved as if to go to her.

"Stop," Ben said.  "Laura, you may go to her, but don't touch her or cause
her to break position.  I'll leave you my watch.  She has to stay this way
for fifteen minutes, understand?  Then you can touch her."

Laura nodded, but I could see she wasn't happy about it.  I knew the
compassionate woman I married was just aching to comfort someone who she saw
was in pain.  Just sitting idly by would be hard on her.

Ben took of his watch and handed it to her.

"Don, let's go for a walk," he said.

I got up and we left the fire behind.

For a few seconds I felt odd going for a nude stroll in the dark with
another man who was also nude.  But the thought was quickly pushed out of my
head by what I had just witnessed.

After all the talk of punishment we had gone through online, the reality of
it was a bit of a shock.

"You okay?" Ben asked.

"I'm fine."

"You seemed a little white."

"I'm fine, but I have an important question to ask you," I said; it was true
there was something I really needed to know.

"Ask away."

"Was what happened really necessary or was that just for our benefit?  I
mean it seemed like such a minor offense."

"Are you asking me if I'm the kind of guy that would whip a woman just to
show off?" Ben said evenly.

I thought about that for a moment.  "No, don't think you would," I said.

Ben sighed.  "Amy has a habit of occasionally picking and choosing which
tasks out of the ones I give her she wants to do.  Every once and a while I
have to punish something pretty minor in order to remind her that even the
small things are important.  Now for a while at least, she'll pay attention
to what I tell her to do, and she'll know that even the small tasks can mean
as much to me as the big ones."

We walked in silence for a bit.

"You do understand don't you?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I do.  It's just applying it to Laura I'm having a hard time coming
to terms with."

"I know," said Ben.  "That's what's been troubling you for a while."

"It's different now that I've seen it," I said.

"I know.  Just wait until you try it yourself."

"What?" I asked, looking up.

"Amy and I have been talking about this, and so I gather, have the girls.
One of the things we have planned to accomplish on this trip is deciding
once and for all if caning will work for the two of you."

"What do you mean, we?"

"We, as in Amy, Laura, and myself."

I stopped walking and turned to Ben.  "Are you telling me that the three of
you have been talking about this behind my back?"

"Hey, calm down.  Laura knows how difficult this is for you, and you can't
tell me that you haven't noticed how much of a masochist she is.  She's more
ready than you are to take this step."

"I don't know about that; she seemed pretty shaken up by it just now," I
told him.

Ben paused.  "Were you watching her hands, when I was striking Amy?" he
asked me.

I shook my head.  "No, but she was holding onto me."

"With one hand, yes," Ben agreed.  "But I noticed in the fire light that her
other hand was tucked between her legs."

--==*==--

We walked the whole way around the tiny island, not saying much after that.
At least I didn't.  Ben used the walk to reveal the master plan that they
had put together.

When Laura and I were ready, Ben was going to hand me his cane and teach me
personally how to use it.  I would use it on Laura, who Ben said felt she
needed to find out how it truly felt, and I would use it on Amy, the next
time she screwed up.  In fact, all caning for the rest of the trip would be
done by me unless I chose to refuse.  But to refuse here meant not going
back to it at all.  If I couldn't bring myself to whip Laura or Amy here
under the best of conditions, then it was best that I left that side of BDSM
alone.

As we walked, I asked myself the question that had been bothering me for a
year now.  Why was I so nervous about this?

There was no clear answer.

We finally arrived back at the fire and found Amy and Laura sitting
together.  Amy was actually on her knees; I expected her butt was too sore
to sit on.

Ben went directly to Amy and helped her to her feet.  He bent low and hugged
her to him.

Laura and I watched quietly as Ben and Amy whispered together, an intimate
moment that touched us both.  It was then that I saw just how deeply in love
Ben and Amy were with each other, as they healed any possible resentment
over the caning with that brief but powerful embrace.

I hoped that Laura and I had that kind of love.

We gathered our things and loaded the rowboat, Ben and I carrying our women
to the boat as we had earlier carried them from it.

Ben rowed us back and I sat staring at Laura in the dark.  Was she really
that eager to taste the cane?

As we snuggled in our bunk a little while later, I asked her.

"You're not mad are you?" she asked me.

"A little.  You know I don't like things done behind my back.  But I want to
hear the truth from you now.  Do you want us to use the cane as your
punishment from now on?"

"I want us to try; I want to see how it feels.  It has to be better than
your brooding and the way you ignore me when you're mad at me."

"So you want a BETTER punishment?" I asked.

"You know what I mean.  I want something quick, something that will be over
with quickly instead of the way things drag on right now."

I held my wife against me, her soft bare skin warm against my own.

"Okay, we'll try it.  But like it or not, I'm the one that chooses whether
or not we keep doing it!"

"Yes...Master," she said with a shudder.

I held her tightly and we fell asleep.

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning alone, something that was very unusual for me.
Normally Laura is there when I wake, still in her sleeping cuffs, which are
locked behind her back.  She has slept like this for over a year now; I
wondered where she had got to.

I got up and quickly used the head before pulling on a pair of shorts.  I
didn't feel comfortable enough with Laura gone to walk around nude.

I headed forward and found Ben sitting in the booth, the remains of
breakfast in front of him.

"Hey!" he said with a smile.  "There should still be toast left, and you can
help yourself to whatever from the galley.  There's coffee in the machine."

"Where's Laura?" I asked.

Ben smiled.  "Go up top, but don't disturb them, they have work to do.
Another rule of the sea."

"Ah," I said with a nod, wondering what was going on.

I padded up on deck and looked about for the women but didn't see them at
first.  It was only when I walked over to the port (left) side of the boat
that I found one of them.

She was on her knees, a bucket behind her, scrubbing the deck with a small
brush.  Her ankles were hobbled with a stiff spreader bar about a foot long,
to which a chain was attached that went up and across the roof of the boat.
 From the dark stripes on her ass, I assumed this was Amy, for I couldn't see
her head in her bent over position.  What I could see was nice though, and I
spent a quiet minute just watching the naked woman working.

The spell was broken when she sat up and dunked her brush in the bucket.
She saw me and immediately began to blush.

I put my finger to my lips and motioned for her to stay quiet.

I left her and walked to the other side of the boat, noting that the chain
was wrapped around the mast, locked and then continued on to the other side
of the boat.

There I found my wife, in the same position as Amy, doing the same job, and
chained the same way with a short bar locked between her ankles.

She looked as sexy as hell scrubbing the deck nude, and I felt like taking
her then and there.  But I decided to heed Ben's request instead.

I left her alone and went back downstairs.

"Rule of the sea?" I asked him, pouring myself a cup of coffee.

"Yep!  Every morning I expect the deck scrubbed before the slave girl can
have breakfast, and now that there are two of them, I figured they should
both be put to work."

"Makes sense to me," I said, nodding.  The coffee was good.

"It's just a little reminder to them that while we men are on vacation, they
aren't.  I like any action that reinforces their role."

I grinned.  "As I said.  It sounds good to me.  How long have they been at
it?"

Ben looked at his watch.  "About an hour and a half now.  An alarm clock
wakes us up and I undo whatever bondage Amy might be in, then she starts her
day.  I had her go wake Laura up right away.  I had to cut open the padlock
you used last night, though.  Sorry."

"I was wondering," I said.

"From now on, why don't you use ours?  They're kept in a drawer in the
forward locker.  I'll give you a master key that will open all of them," Ben
offered.

"Suits me.  Have they been scrubbing the deck all this time?"

"Nope.  First duty is cooking breakfast, which they can't eat.  Then it's up
on deck polishing the rails and washing anything that isn't deck.  Scrubbing
the deck comes last.  It's usually a three-hour job for Amy alone, but with
Laura's help, I see them getting it done in two this morning.  With a bit
more practice, that time will come down some more."

"I bet they'll be hungry when they're done," I said with a grin.

"Oh yeah.  But first they shower and then they eat.  I was thinking
though..."

"What?"

"Well, since they will be getting the job done twice as fast as normal, I
thought that maybe they should do it twice a day.  Once before breakfast and
once after lunch.  Unless you feel we can keep them occupied with other
tasks?"

I sat back and thought about it for a second.  "I'm sure we could keep them
occupied, but I like the idea of them doing basic work like this.  When does
Amy usually clean the inside of the boat?"

"When it needs doing, usually," Ben answered.

"Well, why not make it an everyday thing then for this cruise.  Mornings are
for the outside of the boat and afternoons for the inside."

Ben held out his hand.  "Deal."

We shook and Ben moved over to the navigation nook.  "You'll have to excuse
me for a few minutes," he said.

"What's up?"

"I have to check the weather for today.  It's good to always know what's
going on when you take to the sea.  Weather is a big deal when you're out on
a boat."

I nodded and ate my food, watching Ben as he played with his radios.  The
weather report sounded good to both of us, and once Ben was done, we both
went up on deck.

The women were on the foredeck now, scrubbing away with their heads down.  I
could hear them chatting as they worked, and thought about whether or not
they should have been gagged first.  Just to be interesting.

I mentioned it to Ben.  "Call me evil, but they sound too happy to me.
Should they be happy while they're working?"

Ben laughed.  "How about we see if it becomes a discipline problem first."

I smiled, but at his mention of discipline, I thought about the marks on
Amy's ass and the caning we witnessed the night before.  Could I do that?

Ben began an inspection of the boat, checking to see how clean everything
was.  He looked the part of the pirate Captain as he gazed with a critical
eye on his vessel and the lowly slaves that strove to make it sparkle.

The women eventually made it to the end of the deck and they stood up
carefully in their hobbles.  Laura was about to pick up her bucket, but she
stopped when she saw Amy stand quietly with her head down.  I watched Laura
look up at us for a second before copying what Amy was doing.

Ben went and stood before them, I hung back a little.  I could see that a
little drama was about to be played out.

"Who cleaned the starboard outboard rail?" he barked.

Laura looked up.  "Me, Sir."

"Eyes down, slave girl." growled Ben in a deep voice.  He was really getting
into character.

Laura looked back at the deck.

"The section next to the helm needs to be done again," he ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Laura said, and began to move.

"Wait until I tell you to leave!" Ben said.

Laura froze.

"Amy, how many ropes are supposed to be in the port locker?" he asked.

"Four, Sir," Amy whispered.

"I counted only three.  Find the fourth and recoil the whole locker
properly!"

"Yes, Sir."

"When done, put away your cleaning stuff and shower."

"Yes, Sir," said both women.

Ben turned and grinned at me before turning back to the women.

"Go!" he barked.

Both women began shuffling as best they could in their hobbles, and I
watched, rather amused, as they navigated around the boat.  Their breasts
jiggled wonderfully as they moved, a sight I always enjoy.  I also saw why
the spreader bars were so short; the deck around the cabin roof was not much
wider than the space they needed to get by.

Ben came up to me.  "I usually try to find something wrong," he said, "if I
don't, it means I haven't done MY job right."

I nodded and watched the women work.  It didn't take them long, and soon Amy
led Laura onto the rear deck, where they used the shower hose to wash
themselves down.  The locker the hose was kept in also contained soap and
shampoo, and Amy used it without a thought.  Laura was a little hesitant,
not being used to showering in full view of God and the world, but she dug
in.

They had to share the showerhead, handing it back and forth and holding it
for one another.  I thought it was a wonderful way for them to get to know
each other, getting clean together.

I wondered, as guys are apt to do, if the two women would develop a
relationship of sorts with each other.  I knew that Laura had experimented
in college, but somehow the subject had never come up in my talks with Amy
online.

I had no idea if she swung that way.

That was when I realized that if they did, I wouldn't be bothered about it.
I still had reservations about any sexual contact between Ben and my wife,
but found no such reservations toward Amy.

What is it about us guys, that we find it so easy to imagine the women
around us in lesbian fantasies?

Do women think about us men the same way?

Ben went below for a moment and came back up with a key on a chain.  "Here,
a master key.  You can wear it around your neck."

"Thanks," I said, taking it.

The women finished up and Ben and I unlocked the chain that held them to the
mast.  Still in their hobbles but otherwise free, Laura and Amy went below
to eat, Laura blowing me a kiss as she went.

"Come on, let's prepare to get underway," Ben said to me.

--==*==--

 "You can't be serious!" Laura said to me.

We were standing on the roof next to the mast.  The women were standing on
opposite sides, their backs to the mast.  I had just finished fastening a
set of suspension cuffs to Laura's wrists while Ben did the same to Amy.

Laura had just guessed what the 'something special' was that Ben had
mentioned last night.

"You'll be fine, trust me," I said.  Ben told me earlier what his plan was,
and I had asked him the same question.

"But..." Laura began to say.

I put my hand over her mouth.  "Hush.  That's an order."

Laura looked scared, but she did as I asked.

I hooked her cuffs to the line hanging over her head as Ben had shown me and
then checked the line attached to her spreader bar.  All was in readiness.

"Good here!" I said to Ben.

The big man nodded and walked over to a winch.  I gave my wife a kiss and
did the same.

Ben nodded and we both started cranking.

Laura cried out when the rope pulled up on her cuffs, but otherwise stayed
silent.  She looked at me with her big blue eyes as I kept on cranking,
lifting her off the deck to hang by her arms.

Behind her, Amy was already off her feet, and Ben and I kept cranking until
both women were almost to the top of the mast thirty feet above the deck.

"That's good," Ben yelled and we locked the winches down.

We grabbed the lines coming down from the spreader bars and tethered them to
cleats at the base of the mast.  Now the women wouldn't swing about.

I looked up and saw both women in their naked glory, visible for miles
around and totally unable to do anything about it.

I loved it.

"You sure it will hold?" I asked Ben.

"The mast and the lines have to deal a lot more stress than that when the
sail is up," he said to me.

I figured they did.

"Take the helm," Ben ordered.  "Start the engines and watch me, not the
women.  I need to bring in the anchors.  When I wave, advance the throttle
just enough to get us moving."

"Aye Sir!" I said, saluting him.

Ben laughed and headed for the bow.

Sitting at the helm, I saw that Ben had already started the blowers.  I
started the engine and waited for Ben's signal.  I am rather proud in saying
that I managed the boat quite well, as Ben was able to pull the anchors up
without any problems.

He came back to me and we gazed at our women high overhead.

"We'll try to go as smooth as we can," Ben told me.  "Our movements are
magnified up there and the top of the mast swings back and forth a lot.  As
we sail, they'll find themselves suspended over water a lot.  All that
rocking will give them motion sickness, and I wouldn't be surprised if one
of them throws up."

"Great!" I said sarcastically.  "And this is supposed to be fun?"

"Well, fun for us!" Ben said with a grin.  I laughed.

Ben wouldn't take the helm, instead he instructed me in piloting the boat
out of the lagoon and out into open water.

I handled the boat very carefully but soon grew in confidence.  I really
enjoyed the experience of driving something so large.

Every so often, I would look up at Laura and wonder how she was doing.  Was
she enjoying her time up there or was she praying for it to end?

I figured the latter.

We left them up there for an hour and then we brought them down, the
autopilot running the boat.

Laura collapsed in my arms until I could get her freed from the lines, then
she pushed me aside and dove for the deck rail.  I held her as she threw up
over the side and helped her to sit on he deck.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried.

"Yeah, just seasick.  God, that was wild!" she said.

"You liked it?"

"It was holy terror being up there; most of the time I couldn't even see the
boat, and I felt that I was just hanging out in space, spread out for the
world to see.  It had to be the most terrifying exhibitionist stunt I've
ever done!"

"I'm sorry," I said.

"What for?  I loved it!  But I don't ever want to do it again!"

Women, go figure.

I helped her up and took her below to clean up.  Then, because she was still
sick, I gave her some Dramamine and put her to bed to rest for a while.

On deck, Amy had fared better; at least she hadn't tossed her cookies.  She
was kneeling on the deck next to Ben who sat at the helm.  She was still in
her hobble, and she knelt because her butt was still too sore to sit on
comfortably.

"Everybody okay?" I asked.

Amy gave me a brave smile.

"Where's Laura?"  Ben asked.

"I put her to bed for a while."

"Could you do the same for Amy?  She might as well get some rest too."

"Sure, put her in your bed?" I asked.

"Oh please, can I share with Laura?" Amy asked.  "It will give us a chance
to talk."

"I think you ought to be resting, not talking," Ben said.

"Oh please, Sir!" Amy pleaded.

Ben relented.  "See that they rest," he said to me.

I smiled.

I led Amy to our cabin.  I had just connected Laura's hobble to the bunk
with a short chain, but I felt with both women there, a little more was
needed.

I undid Laura's chain, and with the Master key Ben had given me, I removed
both women's hobbles.

"Stand face to face," I said.

Both women looked at each other nervously, but did as I asked.  They stood
facing each other only inches apart.

I got some rope out of our supplies and bound their wrists behind them.
Then I tied a length of rope to Laura's wrists.

I was about to see if a step could be taken here.

"Stand together," I said.

The women both looked at me, nervous expressions on both their faces.  Then
Laura looked away and stepped forward, pushing her breasts into Amy's.  Amy
looked like she was about to step back, but held her ground.

I tucked the rope I had tied between Laura's legs and then Amy's, bringing
the end up behind Amy and tying it to her wrists.  Amy gave a small cry as
the rope cut into her crotch, but otherwise said nothing.  While I was
behind her, I took the opportunity to examine her buttocks.  Two dark blue
lines crossed the lower half of her butt cheeks, broken in the middle by the
cleft of her butt.  I saw that the marks weren't just a change of color, but
actual raised welts.  The rest of her butt looked pale in comparison.

I reached out and brushed one of the welts with my fingers.  Amy yelped,
pulling at the ropes that bound her, which made Laura yelp as it dug into
her pussy.

"Sorry," I said.

"It's okay...Sir," Amy said softly.

I had many questions going through my head, but I held my tongue.  I knew
that Ben and I would talk about this soon enough.  Now was a time for more
pleasurable things.

I stood up and took a good look at the two bound beauties.  The two women
really were the same height, although Laura had a bigger bust than Amy did.

That made things simple.

I took some more rope and tied it around their waists, pulling them tightly
together.  This meant retying the crotch rope, which I pulled on hard before
tying it off, getting moans from both women.

"You trying to split us in two, Don?"  Laura asked me.

"I just don't want the two of you to forget what makes you so important to
us," I told her.

"Humph!  Is that ALL I am to you?" asked Laura in mock indignation.

"Of course not, sweetheart," I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Sometimes you're a pain in the butt, too!"

Laura turned her head away as if I had hurt her feelings, while Amy giggled.

I laughed and got another rope.  I used one end to tie Laura's elbows
together, then passed the rope around to do Amy's, before bringing it around
to secure the last of it to Laura again.  Both women kept shifting in their
bondage, attempting to find comfort in an uncomfortable situation.

"Get on the bed," I said.

The women carefully moved together until they fell on their sides on the
bed.  I pulled and tugged them until they were centered.  Then I tied their
ankles together and to the bottom of the bunk.

I tested all their ropes, pulling a little more on the crotch rope, and then
kissed Laura on the ass.

"Get some rest now," I told them with a laugh, and went up on deck.

"That took a while," Ben said.

"I had to make sure they were properly tucked in," I told him with a grin.
"You should go check on them."

Ben smiled a curious smile and did just that.

A short while later he came up with a beer for me and a soft drink for
himself.  "I had to change the bondage, it just wouldn't do," he told me
seriously.

"Why, what was wrong?" I asked.  Had I over stepped the mark?

"You didn't gag them, I figured they wouldn't get any rest yapping at each
other."

I laughed and sipped at my beer.  If Ben was okay with this, then who knew
what fun we could have in the future.

Chapter 5

It was getting close to lunchtime, and I crept below to untie the women so
they could prepare our food.  The reason I crept was that I was more than a
little curious as to what they had been doing, bound so tightly together.

I peeked through the door to our cabin and saw them both as I had left them,
bound face to face, a crotch rope connected to their tightly bound hands,
lying on the bunk, my wife's back to the door.

The only difference was the cloth gags they both wore, Ben's addition.

It was apparent to me that while they had been left here to rest, they
hadn't gotten any.  Laura was in the process of pulling on her crotch rope,
making it move only an inch or so.  Then it was pulled back by Amy, the
slack taken out.

I had thought I had pulled the slack out of the rope, but they had evidently
found an inch and had put it to good use.

The inside of the cleft at the top of my wife's thighs was soaked, as was
the rope, and the smell in the room told me that it wasn't urine.  The women
had been slowly rubbing themselves silly with that inch of rope.

I don't know if they had been able to cum, but it looked like they had
really tried.

Laura was panting in her singsong way behind her gag; she was very turned
on.  Amy was silent, and since I didn't know her sexually, I had no idea
what signals she gave off when she was close.

I decided to make myself known.  I slammed open the door, making both women
jump!

"What's going on in here!" I bellowed.

Amy looked up guiltily while Laura craned her neck around to see me.  She
began trying to talk through her gag but I ignored her.  Instead, I stepped
forward and slid my hand onto her crotch from behind.  It was sopping wet,
and I could feel her swollen labia very easily.

"Did I TELL you that you had permission to pleasure yourself?" I asked her
loudly.

Laura quit trying to speak, her eyes growing wide.  In her head, she was
probably going 'oh shit'.  While I had never actually said anything to her
about her sexual freedom, over time we had drifted into her only being
sexually stimulated when I wanted her to be.  Evidently, she took the crotch
rope for permission to play, and now here I was yelling at her for doing
just that.

She shook her head.

I looked over at Amy, who looked like a frightened deer.

I reached over, placed my hand between her legs, and found her in the same
condition.  Amy held her breath at my touch; this was farther than I had
ever gone with her, farther than I thought I should.

"And you," I said to her, removing my hand and standing up, "What do you
think Ben would say if he saw this?"

Amy shuddered.  I knew from Ben that Amy WAS under a form of chastity
enforcement.  I wondered myself what Ben would say, although he must have
seen the crotch rope and must have known what a temptation it would be to
our slightly over-sexed companions.

I began to untie them in the reverse way I tied them.  First, their legs and
ankles.  Then I helped them stand on rather shaky legs.  Then I undid their
body ropes and elbows before tackling the crotch rope and their wrists.

"Stand legs apart with your hands behind your heads," I ordered as the ropes
came off.  Soon both women, sporting red lines from the ropes, were standing
as instructed.

They were both still obviously turned on, their labia clearly visible in
their swollen state.  It must have taken a lot of rubbing to get that far.
Laura especially, for she was a lot more swollen than Amy.

"Did either of you cum?" I asked them.

They shook their heads, the gags still on them.

"Don't lie to me," I warned them.

They both shook their heads harder.

"Okay.  Wait here."  I smiled and left them alone to ponder their fate,
heading topside again.

Ben was at the helm, the sail up once more.

"How were they?" Ben asked me.

I laughed.  "I'm surprised you can't smell them up here!"

"The crotch rope was that effective, huh?" Ben asked, watching the sail with
a smile.

"Oh, they worked at it, but if you believe them, they didn't cum."

"Oh, I'd believe them," Ben said.  "Amy knows the penalty for lying, and she
wouldn't lie for Laura either."

"Is Amy in trouble?" I asked, truly concerned.

"Yes, but I'm not going to make a big deal out of it.  It's not worth a
caning so soon after her last one."

"Good," I said, relieved.

"I'll just give her a quick spanking, on top of those welts it will be
enough." grinned Ben.  "Here, you take the wheel and I'll get them started
on lunch."

I took the wheel, and with a little difficulty managed to hold our course in
the heavier wind of the day.

At one point, I heard a woman scream once, but that was it, more of a yelp
really than a scream.

Eventually Ben came back out, carrying a pillow and his cane.

"You okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah, the wind is tough today," I replied.  "What about Amy?"

Ben shrugged.  "A couple of bare-handed spanks, that's all.  Just a
reminder."

The deck had been tilted a few degrees due to the wind on the sail, but at
that moment it shifted even more.  Ben put down what he was carrying and,
watching the sail and the horizon, worked a winch until the boat's tilt
evened out a little.

"Keeping the sail in trim is half the battle," he said to me.

I nodded, wondering why he had brought up his cane.

He picked up the pillow and with some rope lashed it to a deck railing.
Then he picked up the cane and took a few practice strikes on the pillow.

"Time to teach you how to use this," he said.

"What, now?" I asked, a little worried about steering the boat.  Ben was
unconcerned.

He walked over and took the wheel, handing me the cane.

It was the first time I had ever held one.  It was about three feet long,
made of a dark wood with a curled handle.

It was about as thick as my little finger and flexible enough to bend almost
double.

I was surprised at the weight.  It was heavier than I thought it would be.

"You like?" Ben asked me.

I shook my head.

"Good," he said.  "Then you won't be tempted to use it without true cause."

"I don't know if I want to use it at all!" I said honestly.

"I understand.  But you won't know for sure until you try.  I want you to
practice on that pillow."

I stood without thought for a moment, and then moved to where I had seen Ben
stand when he used it on the pillow.

"What are you going to hit?" Ben asked me.

"This pillow?" I said, a little confused by the question.

"No, that's Laura right there.  It's never a pillow, and when you do get
around to using the cane on Laura, don't think of her as a pillow or
anything to make it easier to hit her.  Her safety depends on you always
keeping her in your mind.  Got that?"

I nodded, staring at the pillow, imagining it was my wife bound over the
railing of the speeding boat, her bare upturned buttocks completely open to
the cane.  I could also see her eyes staring at me, imploring me to untie
her and take her into my arms.

I closed my eyes and cleared my head, resolving to have her wear a blindfold
when we did this for real.

Ben kept on talking.

"You will want to strike the fleshiest part of her rump on down, never up,
not with a cane.  You can cause serious bruising if you hit her tailbone.
If you have to miss, try to make it miss low, not high.

"Use the outer half of the cane to strike with; not the end, not the middle.
If you use the end, you run the risk of gouging her flesh with the tip of
the cane, cutting it deeply into her.  If you use the middle, then the end
of the cane can curl around and strike her on the side over the hipbone, or
even curl underneath.

"If you hit her thighs, again make it the back of her thighs where the
muscle is thickest, not the sides and definitely not the insides unless you
are a sadist, which I know you aren't."

I nodded again.

"Pick a spot, and take a swing," he ordered.

I took a stance and gave the pillow (Laura) a whack.  I was high.

"Try again," Ben said gently from his place at the wheel.

I did, and overcorrected, coming in low.

At his urging, I continued to strike, quickly getting better with my aim as
I grew accustomed to the weight of the cane.

"How's your aim?" Ben asked me shortly.  "You look like you're coming down
at the same spot each time."

"Pretty good, I think," I said, my arm a little tired.

"Okay, now we go for force.  You have to start hitting harder."

"Harder?" I asked, looking at him for the first time since we started.

"Yes.  Do you remember the sound the cane made when I punished Amy on the
beach?"

Did I!  THAT sound will stay with me.

I nodded.

"Try to find that sound.  It may be hard in this wind, but try."

I turned back to the pillow, and after taking a deep breath, I began to
strike it again.  Each time I went a little harder, thinking that this time
it HAD to be hard enough.  Only after a half dozen strikes was I even
slightly getting close to the whistling sound the cane made when Ben used it
earlier.

I was still on target though, which actually made me feel good.

After a particularly hard hit on target, I looked up with a thin smile at
Ben and saw Laura standing in the cabin stairwell.

She was watching me with a scared look on her face, her hands cuffed
together and attached by a short chain to her collar.

My smile instantly dissolved.

"Lunch is ready," she said, just audible over the wind.

I said nothing, I just stared at her.

"Laura, have Amy bring me my food out here.  I don't want to leave the
wheel," Ben told her.

"Yes, Sir," Laura said, and she ducked down inside.

I turned to Ben.  "How long was she standing there?"

"Long enough to see that you could do it!" Ben answered.

I put the cane down and went below.

--==*==--

The rest of the afternoon went by without my saying much.

Ben and I took turns at the helm while the women cleaned below.  When they
were done, we let them enjoy their free time sunning themselves on the
foredeck.

Ben kept up a rambling story about his business, while I thought mainly
about punishment.  I really needed something to take my mind off it.

"Laura!" I called out from the stern, making my wife turn around.  I waved
her over, and she padded over to me, naked but for her leather wrist and
ankle cuffs.

"Ben, if you don't mind, my wife and I are going below for some conjugal
bliss," I said.

Ben grinned.  "Have a good time!"

Laura blushed and smiled.

Below, I led her to our cabin and began to undress.  She must have sensed my
mood.

"Are you okay?" she asked me.

I nodded.

Laura gave me that look, you know the one.  The look women give men when
they believe they're been treated like idiots.

"Do you want to talk about it, Donald?"  Laura asked.

"No.  I want to do the opposite of talking right now.  Get on the bed!"

Laura still looked concerned, but once I was naked, she smiled and did as I
bid.

I took her roughly, throwing her about the bunk.  I used ropes occasionally
to tie down parts of her body, but I was forever changing her position.

Through it all, Laura puffed and moaned in her singsong way, cumming
together with me in mutual bliss.

Through sex, I was able to put punishment out of my mind.

--==*==--

We arrived at the island just before supper and I helped Ben stow the sail.
Unlike our previous overnight stop, we would not be going ashore here.  The
island wasn't much more than a craggy outcropping with steep cliffs and no
beach, but it did have a small sheltered cove in which we could anchor for
the night.

Not the prettiest place I know, but it would do for our needs.

The women, as usual, cooked and we ate in the booth.  Laura, Ben, and I
shared the bench seat with Laura in the middle, while Amy stood or kneeled,
still too sore to sit with any comfort.

After dinner, we went out and swam for a while in the warm water, the four
of us naked and playful.  Ben produced a couple of sets of snorkels and
fins, and taught Laura and me the basics.  We had a lot of fun swimming down
among the fish that occupied the cove, wary of the coral that could have cut
us to shreds.

It was a pleasant evening.

We finished out the night on the boat, playing Monopoly, of all things.
Just two couples enjoying a quiet evening together, with the only unusual
aspect being both women being nude.

There was one other thing.

"Is that a boat?" Amy said, glancing out one of the pilothouse windows that
surrounded the cabin area.

It was dark outside now, certainly not a time to go sailing, but when I
looked up, I saw lights off in the distance.

Ben stiffened, concerned, and gestured for me to follow him on deck.

"Get some clothes on and go wait in my cabin," Ben told the women.  Laura
looked like she had a question, but Amy touched her shoulder and shook her
head.

I too had questions.

I followed Ben topside and watched as he pulled a set of binoculars from a
cubbyhole.  He focused them on the distant lights.

"What's up?" I asked him.

He said nothing, he just kept watching.

"Ben, what's going on?" I urged.

"Sometimes, Don, it really pays to be careful," Ben said.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you can't afford to be too comfortable about this area."

"Why not?"

I could just see Ben in the dim light; he turned and gave me a small smile.
"Pirates."

"You're kidding, right?"

He shook his head.

"You're talking about Yo-ho-ho-and-a-bottle-of-rum-Long-John-Silver types,
right?" I asked him, thinking he was joking.

"Not exactly," Ben replied.  "These aren't your Errol Flynn types, but the
trade is the same.  Modern boats, modern weapons, half the time you wouldn't
even recognize a pirate boat if you saw one!  They don't fly the Jolly Roger
any more.  Forget your movie images of what pirates should be, they have!"

I laughed.  "But in this day and age?"

"Don't laugh.  It's true.  There are more people sailing these waters than
there have ever been, rich pickings for those unscrupulous enough to want
it!" Ben said very seriously.  His attitude was serious enough that I began
to think he wasn't having me on.

"Do you think that boat is a pirate ship?" I asked him.

Ben shrugged.  "I doubt it.  But anything coming close to us that I can't
identify, I want to be careful of.  Especially with the women aboard."

I nodded and thought of my wife being taken by pirates.  Not a pretty
thought.

The boat was close enough now that we could hear its engines.  I glanced up
at the mast where a light shone.

"Ben, shouldn't we shut that off?" I said, pointing.

"No point.  They will already have seen it, and no doubt they have us on
radar."

"Oh."

We watched for a little longer and saw that the boat didn't come directly
for us.  Instead, it got about a couple of hundred yards away and shut off
its engines.  In the silence, I could hear faint laughter and music floating
across the water.  It was a bigger boat than ours was by far, that much I
could see with the binoculars.

"Sounds like a party," I said.

Ben nodded and handed me the glasses.  Putting them to my eyes, I could
clearly see the boat now.

It looked like to me to be a large cabin cruiser, one of those monsters with
two or three interior decks and room for a band.  Part of the deck was lit
up, as was the entire interior from the look of the portholes.  There were
also navigation lights galore.  If this boat was trying to sneak up on us,
they were doing it in a very weird way.

I saw a fair amount of movement inside, and a lone man at the bow, probably
setting the anchors.  I handed the glasses back.

"Pirates," I said with a laugh.

Ben chuckled.  "I guess not.  They must be here for the same reason we are.
But it might be best if we keep an eye on them for a while."

"If you say so, Ben.  Shall I tell the ladies it's alright?"

"Sure.  It's bedtime anyway.  I'll stay up for a few hours and then I'll
come in.  You get the women and yourself settled for the night."

"No, Ben.  You've been wrestling with this boat all day," I replied.  "You
go get some sleep and I'll take the watch."

Ben looked at me and handed me the binoculars.  "Good man.  Come get me if
anything happens."

I smiled.  "Sure, at the first sign of an eye patch or a wooden leg, I'll be
knocking at your door."

I laughed, but Ben's smile was faint.  He pointed at a locker next to the
helm.  "There's a flare gun in there, just in case."

Leaving me wondering in case of what, Ben went below.

Chapter 6

Some watchdog I was.

I woke up feeling drops of water on my face.  I opened my eyes and saw that
it had started raining, a very light rain that made a pattering sound on the
water.

I sat up and quickly put the binoculars to my eyes.

The yacht was in the same place, although most of the lights on it were now
off.  The sound of music was also gone, as were the faint sounds of whatever
party they had been having.  Except for the rain, it was all quiet.

I cursed myself for having fallen asleep.  If the boat had meant pirates, we
could have been boarded and murdered without my ever knowing it.  I was
stupid, yet in my defense, standing guard was not exactly something I did
every day.

Still, it seemed quiet now.  I took one last look at the yacht, intending to
head to Laura and our bed, when I saw something that stopped me.

In the dim light, I could just make out two people coming out on deck.  I
heard laughter as one began running forward from the stern, the other giving
chase.  The runner passed under a bright light and I saw it was a woman,
topless, in just panties or bikini bottoms.  The man chasing her was in
boxers.

I watched as he caught her on the foredeck, turning her around and kissing
her.  She didn't struggle much; in fact, she reached around and held him to
her.  Evidently, there was nothing happening there that was forced in any
way.

"Pirates," I grumbled, thinking that Ben had to have been joking after all.

I went back inside out of the rain.

In our cabin, I stripped off my now wet clothes and dried off before
slipping into bed.  My wife was sleeping in a T-shirt, rather unusual,
because ever since I had known her, she had always slept nude.  She was also
unbound, not even wearing the cuffs I had put on her.

She woke as I climbed in next to her.

"Is everything okay?" she asked me sleepily.

"Yeah.  It's just a boat full of drunk party go-ers," I replied.

"Good," Laura said, and she struggled out of her shirt.

She shivered when our skins met, my body cooler from the night air and the
rain.

"I'm sorry I wore that shirt, but Ben told me it would be better if I had
something on...just in case." she whispered.

"It's okay," I said, yawning.

"He also cut the locks on my cuffs, says that you can replace them in the
morning, that he has plenty."

"I understand," I said, tired and wanting to sleep.

"Donny?" Laura said after a short while.

"Yeah?"

"Can you tie my hands?"  Laura pulled her wrists behind her.

I was a little surprised, thinking that she might like a break from always
sleeping like that.  But I guess after a year of sleeping the same way, you
get so used to it that any change is difficult.

I slid out of bed, and in the dark found some of the rope I had used on her
and Amy earlier.  I bound her hands behind her and then slipped back into
bed.

As I snuggled up against her back, Laura gripped my penis in one bound hand.
Like that, we both went to sleep.

--==*==--

I woke to the sound of the engine starting and to the sound of heavy rain
pounding the deck above the cabin.

Laura was gone, on her morning duties I assumed, so I got out of bed and
made a trip to the head.

Pulling on a pair of shorts, I headed forward and found Ben seated at the
navigation console.  He had a radio on giving him the weather, and he was
watching the radar.

"Hi!" I said.

"Hey!  I take it things were okay last night?" Ben said.

"Yeah, fine.  Where are the women?" I asked him

Ben pointed out the windows and I could see Amy and Laura out in the pouring
rain, nude, in their hobbles, scrubbing the boat like they had done the
morning before.

"Er...isn't that a little redundant?" I asked Ben.

"It's the work that's important, not so much the results," Ben said with a
grin.

I laughed.  "I would like to have seen their faces when you told them that
they had to go out there!"

"Oh, you would have loved it!" chuckled Ben.  "In fact, you get a chance to
see them right now.  I need you to go out and haul in the anchors."

"What, in that?"

"Sure.  Don't worry, the rain is somewhat warm.  Like taking a lukewarm
shower."

"Great," I said sarcastically.  "And where will you be?"

Ben patted the mass of electronics in front of him.  "Right here.  I can run
the boat from here and stay dry.  There isn't a reef to cross here, so I
don't really need to go up on deck."

I laughed and shook my head.  "I guess it's the rain for me!"

I padded up the stairs and through the hatch to the open deck.  The rain
actually did feel good, nothing like the cold rains of home.

It was coming down harder than it was the night before, and had drummed up a
mist that obscured the island from view.

It also almost hid the other boat in the cove, its outline only barely
visible.

I could see both women from where I was.  Amy was kneeling on the stern
deck, scrubbing with a brush, her feet held apart by her spreader bar.  Her
short hair looked like a helmet on her head, matted down by the rain.  She
looked up at me and smiled, and I smiled back.  She looked so sexy and
vulnerable down there.  She glanced over toward our neighbors and bent low
to her work.

I turned to Laura, who was standing beside the pilothouse.  She had her
cuffs locked back on her wrists and ankles, and was busy buffing the deck
rails, a hopeless job in the rain.  She had an eye on the boat just barely
visible in the distance.

I could tell from her body language that she wasn't too thrilled about being
out here.  I bet she was very uncomfortable with being nude out here with
the other yacht close by.

I smiled and headed forward.  When I got there, I waved at the windows in
the front of the pilothouse and the engine gunned, moving the boat forward.
It was a simple matter to pull up both anchors, and I left them on the deck
for Amy to put away.

Slipping out of my now wet shorts, I stopped at a locker before heading back
to my wife.

God, she looked beautiful, her very long blonde hair plastered to her back
like a single rope of gold.  Her skin was sleek and shiny from the warm
rain.

I have to admit I have a special fetish for wet women, especially for the
way their hair loses its shape and conforms to the body under it.  It's like
it brings out their natural beauty, giving them an innocence, an unspoiled
look exactly the way nature intended.  When wet, all women are beautiful.

Laura saw me walking naked up to her and paused, her eyes wide and betraying
her nervousness.  "Donny!" she said, giving the boat across the cove an
anxious look.

"Hush," I said as I approached.

She saw what I was carrying, rope from the locker.  "But..."

"Not another word!" I ordered.

I took her hands and had her hold on to the brass railing, tying them in
place with plenty of rope.  Then I bent low, and with the master key on the
chain about my neck, I unlocked her hobble.

As I stood, I saw Laura's eyes on me; she could see how aroused I was and
knew then that I wasn't to be stopped.

She looked over at the yacht, which could be seen a little clearer now that
we were moving.  Apparently, we had to pass a little closer to it in order
to leave the cove.

I didn't care.

I stood behind my wife and began to massage her breasts with one hand, her
sex with the other.  I could tell that it wasn't just the rain that had her
wet, my fingers slipped easily in and out of her.  I knew that dangerous sex
was a particular turn on for her, despite her protests, and that this
situation certainly counted.

She moaned at my touch, already in need, her eyes closing.

I lifted her by the hips, lowering her carefully onto me, feeling her warmth
envelop me.

It was oh so very sweet.

Laura wrapped her legs around, crossing her ankles behind me and holding on
as I knew she would.  Her weight was mostly taken by her arms, but she was
supported elsewhere now too.

Still, I knew that in this position she would quickly tire.

Using my own strength, I began pumping her hips, lifting them up and down as
she traveled the length of my dick.

Laura began her song once more as she worked her vaginal muscles, oblivious
to the fact that we were drawing closer to the other yacht.

I pumped harder and harder, my pleasure rising with each stroke, the rain
adding to that pleasure the same way it did when we made love in the shower.
Laura began to cry out, her grip on me tightening.

In a flash, I began to cum, pumping my seed deep into her, but I still kept
her moving and a moment later, I could feel Laura's own orgasm hammering at
her.

We stood stock still as we experienced the final high, locked together in
that intimate embrace, and then we relaxed.

I had closed my own eyes at that point, and when I opened them, I saw that
we were less than fifty yards from the other boat and pulling away, the name
on the stern now visible, 'Dreamboat'.  I watched it recede and wondered if
our actions had been witnessed.

It would have been interesting to know.

I slowly pulled out of my panting wife and lowered her feet to the deck.
She stood half hanging from her arms in post-coital bliss, her eyes still
closed, her hair now hanging down almost obscuring her face.

I helped her to stand and hugged her, giving her a kiss every now and then.

"I love you," I whispered into her ear.

Laura smiled a tired smile and giggled; she would be beyond words for a few
more minutes, I knew.

That was when I remembered that we had a witness after all.

Over on the stern deck, Amy had been watching us, on her knees, her cleaning
forgotten.  I looked up to see her kneeling upright, one hand down at her
sex.

She looked me in the eye and smiled, and I knew she had witnessed it all.

I chuckled, surprised at not finding myself embarrassed about it.  Kissing
Laura one last time, I left her alone, padding along the wet deck to the
cabin door.

"Let her go in a few minutes and then you guys can finish up," I told Amy.

"Yes, Sir!" she replied with a wink, and then she very deliberately looked
at my half hard penis.

Watching this little nymph looking at me stirred something inside me, for I
quickly grew hard again.  With a smile, I shook my finger at her and went in
out of the rain.

After drying off, again, and dressing, again, I went to the galley to find
some food.  As I passed Ben, he chuckled.

"Have fun?" he asked.

I looked over at him and realized that he must have seen us too.  In fact,
Laura's legs were visible in the window almost next to where Ben was
sitting.  He must have gotten an eyeful!

"Always," I replied and put together a plate from the breakfast leavings.

Ben laughed.

As I ate, I saw a second pair of bare legs join the first and wondered at
Laura's reaction to Amy having watched us.  I made a note to ask her later.
In moments Laura must have been freed, for she was soon moving along the
rail again, picking up on her delayed cleaning.

I sat at the booth for the next hour watching through the windows as Laura
and Amy cleaned the 'Kajira', and marveled at their beauty.

--==*==--

For a change, we didn't have a day's sailing ahead of us.  By lunchtime, a
large island had appeared on the horizon and was definitely our objective.

"Skirts and bikini tops, girls!" Ben yelled from the wheel.

It had stopped raining an hour before and the sky was slowly clearing, so
Ben resumed his place at the helm.

Amy and Laura had been wiping down the deck with mops, and moved quickly at
Ben's command.  Laura stopped though, concern on her face.

"Sir?" she said to Ben.  "I didn't bring a skirt."

Ben looked at me.  "It's true," I said.  "Shorts, swim suits, and one dress,
but no skirts."

Ben shrugged.  "Amy will lend you one," he said.

"Yes, Sir!" Laura answered, and she scampered off after her sister in
servitude.

"Are we going ashore here?" I asked him.

"Sure.  I fancy some real food!" he said with a smile.

We sailed into a wide bay dotted with other boats and Ben brought us smartly
up to a marina that jutted far out into the water.

An old man had walked out to meet us and caught the rope Amy tossed him with
ease, tying us smartly to the pier.

Ben jumped onto the pier while Amy and I finished securing the boat, and I
watched as Ben negotiated our stay.  The old man seemed amiable, and after
some cash changed hands, he went away smiling.

"Okay folks, let's go!" Ben said, gathering his flock.

We locked the boat up and left it behind, Laura and I walking hand in hand.

Laura looked stunning.  She was wearing her red bikini top and a short blue
skirt that only came down to mid thigh.  It was made of cotton and seemed to
fly everywhere.  Laura had been very self-conscious about it when she first
showed it to me, since under it she wore nothing, but I told her it was fine
and that she had no reason to fiddle with it.

Amy also looked the part with her red bikini top and a green skirt even
shorter than Laura's.  Amy looked a little nervous but resisted pulling down
on the skirt by holding her hands behind her.  I liked the way she looked.
Both women were barefoot, and in fact, I hadn't even brought any shoes for
Laura along at all!

"Laura," I said to my wife.

"Yes, Donald?"

"See how Amy is walking.  I want you to hold your hands behind your back
whenever you are not actually using them for anything."

Laura looked into my eyes and then did as I asked, knowing a command when
she heard one.

"You look fantastic!" I said to her, and she smiled, blushing a little.

We got to the beach and the town beyond, a typical tourist town for the
area.  Lots of bars, restaurants, and gift shops fronting the bay side.
Past all the glitter I figured the real town lay, where people actually
lived and worked.

Ben led us to a restaurant with tables and chairs out on the sidewalk and we
found a table.

"Butts directly on the chairs, ladies!" I said with a smile, getting groans
from both of them.  But they did as I asked, flipping the backs of their
skirts up at the last second so that they sat bare-assed on the seats, Amy
shifting a little uncomfortably because of the welts on her ass.

Ben grinned as did I when we noticed that a few of the hundreds of people
that were on this busy street stopped and stared.  It wasn't by accident
that the women had their backs to the street.

"Benjamin!  How nice to see you again!" cried our host when he appeared in
the doorway of the restaurant.  A rather fat man in a white suit, he made a
striking sight.

He came straight over, dancing past the other patrons with ease before
stopping at Ben's side and taking his hand.

"It's been a year already?" he asked.  "It can't be!"

"Hello, Leo.  How have you been?"

"The same the same.  The doctor tells me to cut back on cigars and fatty
foods but the man is bigger than I am, so who is he to talk?" he said with a
laugh.  "Ah...little one, you are still as thin as ever!" he said moving on
to Amy, who smiled sweetly at him.  "This man isn't feeding you enough, I
know!"

Amy giggled.  "Hi Leo.  How's Belle?"

Leo threw up his arms.  "That woman is driving me to drink and not stopping
for any red lights!"  Amy laughed, apparently having heard this one before.

"Leo," Ben said, "Let me introduce you to some very good friends of ours.
This is Don and his wife Laura."

Leo came and shook my hand.  "It is a pleasure to meet you, any friend of
Benjamin is always welcome here!"

"Thank you, Leo," I said with a smile.

Leo moved on to my wife, who had watched all this with an open mouth.

"Little Amy.  See here, this woman does not starve herself.  She has beauty
and grace and does not look like she has been through a famine!"

"Oh Leo," Amy replied.

"Benjamin, leave the little one with me for a week and you will have her
back with some meat on her bones!"  Leo said with a grin.

Ben chuckled.  "Maybe next time."

Leo threw up his hands again, then bent low to my wife.

"Beautiful Laura.  You take care of the little one, huh?  Make her eat and
become perfect like you!"

Laura was blushing.  "I'll...try," she said with a smile.

"Good!" Leo said, and he took her hand and kissed her knuckles.  "Now, to
food!"  Leo stood up straight.  "Your usual, Benjamin?"

"That's right Leo, for four."

"For four, yes.  You may send the ladies in any time!"

"They'll be along real soon!" Ben said.

Leo smiled broadly, and with a cheeky wink at my wife, he danced his way
back into his restaurant.

"I like him," Laura said, "But I'm not sure whether to take him calling me
fat a compliment or not!"

Amy laughed.  "He wasn't calling you fat, he was saying I'm too thin!" Amy
said with a giggle.

It was true.  Laura certainly wasn't fat, but she also wasn't skinny like a
lot of the women you saw on TV these days.  Laura was very well
proportioned, with just enough padding all over to prevent her skeleton from
being her most striking feature.

And while Laura might gripe about her weight a lot, I wouldn't have her lose
any more for the world!

"Oh, Leo is a one of a kind," Ben said.

"Don't worry about it my love," I told her, taking her hand, "You're
perfect.  Leo said so!"

We all laughed and managed to get a smile out of Laura.

I turned to Ben.  "What's the usual?" I asked, hungry and curious.

"You'll see," said Ben, waving over another waiter.

"Why do we have to go inside?" Laura asked Amy.

"Er...I'll let Ben tell you," Amy answered.

We looked at Ben for an explanation but he was busy ordering our drinks.
When the waiter left, Ben leaned forward.

"A quick explanation.  Leo runs an unusual operation here.  His staff is
quite accustomed to doing things somewhat differently than you would find in
most other restaurants.  To the casual patron there is nothing different
about this place though, because the real differences are in the kitchen and
beyond.  You see, our loud and genial host is also a patron of the art of
BDSM, and his staff all serve him and Belle as more than employees!"

"A BDSM restaurant?" I said, giving the place another look.

"Only in the way it is run," Ben said.

"So why do we have to go inside?" Laura asked again.

"Because he knows it is your duty to serve us our food, not the duty of his
own...staff.  In a second, you will both go into the kitchen and wait there
until our food is ready, then you will bring it out to us."

"What?" Laura asked paling a little.

"It's okay, Laura.  Nothing will happen to us!" Amy said with a smile.  "Leo
is a big cuddly Bear and we trust him implicitly.  All we will do is go in
and kneel in a corner until the food is done, that's all."

Laura looked at me.

"I trust Ben and Amy, don't you?" I asked her.

Laura nodded.

"Okay then, off with the pair of you, and remember...Leo really is Master of
his kitchen, so behave!"  Ben ordered.

The girls got up, flashing the street again, and Amy led Laura inside.

Our drinks showed up and I took a swig at my beer, wondering what they were
going to see!

Part 7

Here is what Ben and I were told about what happened in the restaurant.

Amy led Laura through the normal looking dining area to a set of double
doors in the back wall.  Laura was feeling rather nervous about the whole
thing, her lack of real clothing, the unknown situation in front of her, and
that for a while I would be out of earshot of her.

For the first time, she would really be dependent on her friend Amy, a
prospect that both scared her and yet thrilled her completely.  Talk about
roller coaster emotions!

They passed through two sets of swinging double doors before they reached
the kitchen, and Laura's mouth dropped open.

"Laura, over here!" Amy said with a grin, knowing full well what this place
looked like to someone new.

Laura followed Amy to a corner and they both dropped to their knees on the
hard tile.  Laura and Amy were both used to kneeling on such a hard surface,
having had plenty of practice at our hands.  Amy placed her hands behind her
head and pulled her elbows back, lifting her small bust, her nipples very
visible under the thin layer of cloth covering them.  Laura did the same and
thrust her tits out without much thought, her mind still on the contents of
the room.

"Spread your knees a little more!" Amy hissed, which did catch Laura's
attention.

"But...?" she said, quite aware that in her short skirt her pussy might be
revealed.

"Do it, or you'll be punished!" Amy said, her own thighs spread, her skirt
riding up dangerously.

Laura was a little panic-stricken; she just couldn't do it.  Pushing her
breasts out was one thing, but to purposely run the risk of exposing herself
down THERE!

Amy sighed, knowing personally the risk Laura was taking.  She turned to
face the room.

The kitchen was set up like any restaurant kitchen, a couple of large
commercial stoves, several ovens, lots of counter space for meal
preparation.  There were four women and two men working the kitchen, and it
was them that Laura was gawking at, for they all appeared naked.

Appeared was the word, for technically they really weren't nude at all.  All
of them had on rubber or plastic outfits that covered them from neck to toe,
protecting them from the dangers of working in a kitchen, and also keeping
the kitchen itself hygienic.  But the outfits were all transparent, and the
bodies of the kitchen staff were all very very visible.

All of them were dark and well built, no skeletons among this crowd, and
Laura was particularly captivated by one young man working at a meat
counter.  He was facing the two women, and his manhood was something that
certainly caught the eye, falling to halfway down his thigh in its relaxed
state.  Laura found herself wondering what it was like erect!

She had always been, for want of a better description, a penis girl.
Marveling at the variety that nature had to offer, although she had never
personally seen one that large.

 From time to time, she would watch the others doing their jobs, seemingly
oblivious to the fact that their bodies were on display, but her eyes would
always be drawn back to the young meat cutter.

At one point, the young man caught Laura's eyes with his own and he gave her
a big smile, knowing full well what she was staring at.  Laura blushed
furiously but returned his smile.

A waiter came in and deposited his tray on a counter.  He immediately lifted
the smart apron that was part of his outfit to reveal that the portion of
his pants that covered his genitals was cut away.  As he waited for ordered
meals to be placed on his tray, one of the women dropped to her knees and
began sucking him to hardness, only getting up again when he was fully
erect.  The waiter moaned a little but dropped his apron and picked up his
now loaded tray, scooting quickly out the door.

Laura wondered if that happened every time, and if the poor man had to spend
his entire shift hard.

Leo came in and glanced about with a smile, a smile that faded slightly when
he saw Laura.

"Laura, my perfect one!" he said dancing over.  "Did not the little one show
you how I wish you to kneel when in my kitchen?"

Startled, Laura looked down, unable to face him for some reason.

"Well?" he asked again, a little harder.  Laura heard something in his voice
this time, something that told her that Leo wasn't quite the flake that he
appeared to be on the surface.

"Yes, Sir," Laura said.

"Then assume the position asked of you," Leo said evenly.

Amy noticed that the kitchen staff was all watching, even though none of
them had stopped working.

Laura was a little afraid, and very embarrassed.  For some reason she just
couldn't move.

Leo stood watching her for a moment, before turning to Amy.

"Little one, you did tell her that she would be punished didn't you?" he
said to Amy.

"Yes, Sir, I told her," Amy replied.

"Very well."  He stepped back and snapped his fingers.  Immediately the two
male cooks hurried over.  One dropped to his hands and knees while the
other, Laura's friend the meat man, sat down on the back of his friend.

"Go to him!" Leo ordered Laura.

"What?"

"I said go to him.  I won't say it again."

Laura looked anxiously at Amy.

"Go," said Amy.  "Even if the men were here, you would still have to.  This
is Leo's kitchen, and in here he rules.  We are just his guests."

"But, what...?" Laura started to ask.

"Hurry!  While it can still be settled here!" Amy cried out.  Her biggest
concern was that Leo would bring in Ben and me, for then we would have a say
in Laura's punishment.

"Trust me!" Amy whispered.

Laura managed to stand, taking her hands away from her head.

"Don't remove your hands," Leo said quietly, so Laura put them back, this
time very aware of what the position did to her body.  She padded over on
her bare feet to the two naked in plastic men.

"Now place yourself across the lap of Alfonse there to receive your
spanking," Leo told her.

Laura's heart was beating fast, but she did as she was told, bending over
and resting on the lap of the seated cook.

She was aware of so many different things at that moment, the feel of the
warm tile against her toes, the feel of her silver collar tight around her
neck, the strange feeling of the plastic outfit on her bare midriff, her
fast pumping heart, something large moving slowly under her stomach, pushing
up at her, a warm hand on her back, another hand taking the hem of her skirt
and flipping it up, the movement of air on her now naked bottom, the fact
that what she had tried to conceal was now very visible to the entire room.

All this and a sexual stirring too!

Laura's breathing got faster.

"I think twenty hard ones should do," Leo said.

Without giving Laura time to think about the number she had just heard,
Alfonse began spanking her.  He spanked her hard and fast, each blow coming
down before Laura had time to react to the previous one.  She cried out at
the increasing pain, but in moments it was over.

"Go back to your place now, Perfect One!" Leo said with a gentle smile.

With tears in her eyes Laura stood, her skirt falling back to cover her
reddening buttocks.  The pain flowed through her, but wasn't as bad as she
thought it was going to be, giving her a sexual stir.  She fought the urge
to bring her hands down to rub her butt, guessing correctly that such an
action would be frowned on.

Leo gestured to where Amy still knelt, and Laura resumed her place, this
time spreading her knees.  Leo grinned and went back out to the dining area,
the two male cooks returning to their work after washing their hands.

"You okay?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, it was okay," Laura said, surprised to find that it was true.

Amy giggled.  "You look like you enjoyed it!"

Laura blushed, and hoped her sexual arousal wasn't too visible.  That
thought went out of her head when she looked down to see her nipples almost
popping her top off, as well as the wetness between her legs.

She knelt and enjoyed the warmth spreading through her from her butt.

--==*==--

Ben and I found out about all this when the women came back with our food.
They sat somewhat uncomfortably on their seats and told us the whole story.

I was interested in seeing this kitchen for myself, but I was also disturbed
at Laura being spanked bare-assed without anyone even consulting me first.

Ben tried to explain the rules.

"It's his kitchen and he's within his rights to administer a simple spanking
for such an offense.  His group is very strict on that."

"His group?" I asked.

"Yes.  There is a large BDSM group operating in private here in the islands.
We don't have much to do with them ourselves, but we've been coming here
enough for them to treat us like their own."

"Ah," I said, still a little miffed but willing to learn as long as Laura
wasn't in any real danger.  She certainly hadn't really suffered from the
experience, as she confessed to me later.  "Are we going to have any more to
do with them this trip?"

"I wasn't planning on it," Ben said.

Leo showed up with a grin on his face.  "How is the food, Gentlemen,
Ladies?"

We all mumbled good things about the food, which turned out to be large
hamburgers with many different cheeses and a red spicy sauce.  I thought it
was an unusual dish to have in an island paradise, but one bite convinced me
that paradise was where this burger belonged.  The sauce was heaven!

"Ah, Little One, you have eaten it all!  Good!" smiled Leo, patting Amy on
the head.

Amy grinned up at him.  "Would I dare not eat your wonderful food, Leo?" Amy
said.

Leo's grin got wider and he shook his finger at her.  "Very smart!"  He and
Amy both laughed and he turned his attention to my wife.

"Beautiful Laura, I hope there are no hard feelings from inside?" he said,
taking her hand.

"No, none, Sir," Laura said with a smile of her own.

"Good!  And dear lady, out here it is Leo, in there...it is Sir."  He kissed
her hand and stood up straight, turning his attention to me.  "Sir, your
wife is a pearl among pearls, but her discipline..." he shook his hand in
that seesaw way.  "I trust my corrections met with your approval?"

I looked at my wife, who sat uncomfortably on her seat, her butt evidently
too sore for her to sit still on.  "You were quite correct to punish her,
Leo.  Ben trusts you, which means so do I!"

Leo nodded in satisfaction and stuck his chin out at Ben.  "Benjamin!  Three
days!  Kopachi's villa!  Bring your friend and the young ladies!  I won't
take no for an answer!"

Ben laughed.  "We'll see."

"You will be there, or next time I make you pay for your food!" Leo
proclaimed, and he danced away.

"Kopachi's villa?" I asked.

Ben chuckled.  "Another group member.  Evidently having a party or
something."

"Will we go?"

"Do you want to?  These kinds of parties can get rather weird and a little
explicit.  That's why we usually avoid them."

Laura and I looked at each other.  We had been on our own with our BDSM kink
until coming out here to meet Ben and Amy, our home not exactly receptive to
much that wasn't "normal."  The prospect of meeting others, if only this
once, was attractive to both of us.  Laura gave me a small nod.

"Yeah, we do," I said to Ben.

He nodded.  "Okay, I guess we're going to a party."

The next couple of hours were spent touring the shops that lined the bay.
We gave Laura and Amy some money and sent them off on their own, Ben and I
both veterans of shopping with women.

We spent more time in the sports shops and I watched while Ben purchased
some scuba gear and had it sent to the 'Kajira'.  We then stopped at a
grocery store and had some foodstuffs delivered as well.  We also spent a
little time in a bar, and he got me talking about our lives at home, pretty
dull stuff.

Eventually we spied our lovely companions walking down the street, arms
laden with bags.  We went out to meet them.

"What did you guys spend all our money on?" I asked them with a laugh.

"Stuff for the party," Laura said.  "But you guys aren't allowed to see it
yet."

"Oh really?" I asked.

Laura smiled.  "You wouldn't want to spoil a surprise would you?"

"I guess not!"

Ben grinned.  "I think we can allow them this one privacy," he agreed.

We all laughed and headed back to the boat.

Once aboard, the women stowed their purchases in the single cabin and
immediately stripped.  It was time for their interior cleaning duties.  I
stopped Laura for a moment, running my hand over her bright red buttocks.
She winced but that was all, so I let her go.

Ben got them chained up, and while they cleaned, Ben and I pulled the cover
off the engine compartment, and I watched while he checked the engine over.

Laura and I played privately for a while after that, bouncing around our
small cabin like two energetic puppies!  The sex was great, and this time
Laura gave as good as she got, as she twisted ME into some rather unusual
positions.  She would have to be spanked before sex more often!

That evening we ate in town again, a fancier restaurant than Leo's this
time, but with a very uninteresting kitchen.  We still had our fun though,
as once more the women wore the remote controlled vibrators, and again Ben
and I kept secret who controlled whom.

After dinner, we went to a club next door, and danced and talked, and danced
some more.

I found myself dancing with Amy a lot, and enjoyed the chance to be with
her.  Online we had talked a great deal, but so far this trip, we hadn't
really communicated.

She felt good in my arms though, and I really enjoyed dancing with her.  We
chatted about many things as we danced, but it wasn't until we were together
for a very slow number that our talk got serious.

She was against my chest, her head turned and resting just below my chin.  I
had one hand on her bare back, no corset under this dress!

I think I may have been a little drunk, for without thinking I was running
my hand up and down her spine, almost sending it down over her buttocks.

Amy evidently noticed.

"Any lower with that hand, Don, and your fingers will be coming out the
bottom of my dress!" she said to me.

"Oh...sorry," I whispered.

Amy giggled.  "It's okay, it feels good."

I smiled.

"I'm really glad you guys are here," Amy said.

"So am I," I replied.

"No, I really mean it.  I was a little afraid that when we met you, things
would go sour.  But instead it has been one of the highlights of my life!"

I chuckled and she punched me lightly.  "I'm serious now.  Laura has always
been as good as a sister to me online, and I'm really happy that we get
along just as well in person!"

"Well," I said to her.  "I know that Laura thinks a great deal of you too.
I told you how excited she was when we first started talking about this
trip.  She was looking forward to getting closer to you."

Amy smiled.  "Well, she certainly got her chance to get close to me!"

Now it was my turn to smile again as I remembered how I had bound the two
women together.  "I hope you didn't mind spending time with Laura like
that?"

"No, I didn't mind.  I kinda liked it!"  Amy blushed a little, or was that
just the lighting.

"I thought I might have gone too far with you though, you know, touching you
where I did," I said slowly.  Now Amy definitely blushed.

"That was...okay too.  Did Laura mind?"

"No, she didn't, but I think she was on too much of a sexual high to really
care at the time."

Amy paused.  "You know that Laura loves you very much."

"I know.  She would be crazy to put up with what I ask of her if she didn't
love me," I said.

"Well, from where I'm looking, you guys have the perfect relationship!"

"Thanks, and is this observation based on what you saw this morning?"

Amy giggled, a delightful sound, her body rippling against mine.
"Well...you were doing it right in front of me!"

"Were you shocked?"

"No...yes...not really..."  Amy said something else, her voice so low I
couldn't catch it over the music.

"What was that?"

"I said that watching you both today really aroused me," she whispered.

I smiled again.  "Good.  But I have to say that watching you run around
naked does wonders for my libido too!"

I could see Amy blush again, and her arms tightened behind me for a second.

"You really are a beautiful woman," I said, meaning it.

"Thank you," Amy said quietly.  "I enjoy watching you too!"

I chuckled and bent low, kissing her lightly on the mouth.

She responded for just a second or two before pulling back.

"Oh hell, I'm sorry," I said.

"It's okay.  Really.  I understand," Amy said, letting go of me.

The song ended and we parted.  Ben and Laura had been on the dance floor as
well, and they collected us on the way back to our table.  Neither of them
noticed that Amy and I hardly said anything to each other the rest of the
night.

Part 8

We were at sea again by early the next morning.  Ben told me that we had a
lot of distance to cover in order to make the next stop before dark, so we
were all up with the birds.

We were under sail almost as soon as we cleared the island, and with the
wind at our backs, we made good time.

The women went back to their at-sea uniform and their at-sea duties, and I
continued my education under Ben's tutelage as he taught me how to handle
both the boat and the cane.

I was thrilled at the prospect of handling one, and still wondering how I
felt about the other.

It wasn't all work though.

We took the time to give the women a lesson about pirates, the pirates of
old that is.  Amy and Laura spent a couple of hours gagged and bent over the
deck railings at the foredeck, Amy to port and Laura to starboard.  They
didn't stay bent over because they liked it (well maybe a little), but
because Ben and I had used plenty of rope to lash them into position.

Their legs were spread, their butts high (Laura's still red from her
spanking the day before, Amy's with two fading stripes), their heads low.
All they could do was watch the water speeding past them only a few feet
below their heads.

Ben told me that long ago, female captives who were not of any ransom value
were bound just like this on the rails of pirate vessels for the amusement
of the crew.

Well, they certainly amused THIS crew as Ben and I took turns ravishing our
maids and satisfying our lustful needs!

I was pretty sure we satisfied their needs too, for there were no sounds of
protest from either of them!

Fun was had by all!

Despite our early start though, the sun was grazing the horizon before we
sighted land, and it was completely dark by the time we reached it.  Ben
took us in as close as he dared but anchored us well away from the beach.

"There's a reef I don't want to cross in the dark," he said to us.

That evening after supper, Ben and I decided to have a bondage contest.
That is to say, we were going to watch as Amy and Laura competed against
each other.

The women listened wide-eyed as we told them the rules we had decided upon
earlier that day.

"Okay girls," Ben said.  "Here's how it goes.  Each of you will take a turn
tying up the other with this six-foot length of rope.  The girl who is tied
then has to make her way from our cabin door to the steps by the booth,
about twelve feet.  Not very much, but then this is a small boat.  The
object for the one doing the tying is to prevent the other from making it,
or at least slow them down.  The winner is the girl who makes the distance
in the fastest time."

Amy and Laura looked at each other, then back at us.

"Does it matter how we tie each other, Sir?" Amy asked.

"Nope!  But you only get the one rope to do it with, and the rope can't be
cut," Ben answered.

"What do we win...Sir?" Laura asked.

"What do you want?" I asked her.

Laura looked at Amy for a moment.

"Sir, could Amy and I have a few minutes together to decide on something?"
Laura asked.

"Sure!" I said, after getting a nod from Ben.

Amy and Laura hurried into the forward cabin for a few minutes.

"Any idea what they might come up with?" I asked Ben.

He nodded.  "I think so, I'd be surprised if you didn't."

I was about to ask what he meant when the women came back out.  They knelt
at our feet.

"Sirs," said Laura.  "We have decided that what we want is a few hours alone
together to play, the winner being in charge of the loser."

Ben chuckled, but I was surprised.  I had kinda hoped that our ladies would
want to experiment this way, but I had really considered it just a male
fantasy.  Yet here they were!

I looked over at Ben who winked at me.  THIS was what he had been talking
about.

"I assume you mean privately?" I asked.

Laura nodded, her expression anxious.

"Well...I don't know about leaving the two of you alone, I would think that
we would need to keep an eye on you!" I said, joking.

Their faces fell, it was almost comical.  I wondered if they would still do
it if we demanded that we had to watch.  But I wasn't that mean.

"I'm joking, ladies," I said, bringing relieved smiles to their faces.

"Then can we?" Laura asked.

"Sure," Ben said.  "I don't mind if Don doesn't."

I nodded.  "Okay, you win.  But I want to see an honest struggle to win from
both of you.  If I feel that either one of you is going slow just to be
dominated later, then you both lose and you don't get your time together."

I didn't know if they HAD made such an arrangement, but I wanted it covered.
I wouldn't put it past Laura to let Amy win for such a prize.

"Don, I agree," Ben said.  "In fact I'm upping the ante.  If I see either of
you not doing your best to win, then you get to be Don's first victim of the
cane.  He gets one strike."

This surprised us all.

"Why?" I asked him.

"You can only do so much with a pillow, Don.  There will come a time when
you will need to strike flesh.  I think this is a fair way of deciding
whose, unless a reason for punishment comes up."

I looked at the stunned women on the floor.  "Do you agree?"

"Yes, Sir," Amy said with a gulp.  Laura nodded, but with a little fear in
her eyes.

"Let's get started," Ben said.  He stood up and took a coin out of his
pocket.  "Laura, call it!" he said and flipped it up into the air.

"Heads!" Laura said.

Ben caught it and slammed in onto the back of his hand.  "Tails.  Amy goes
first."  He handed Amy the section of rope we had prepared.

"Better tie her up by the door," I suggested.

Ben and I settled back in our seats in the booth while Amy and Laura slowly
made their way to the door to the forward cabin.

"How do you want to do this?" Laura asked her.

"A hog-tie, I think.  Get down on your front," Amy said.

Laura did as she was asked, and Amy took the nude woman's arms and pulled
them together behind her back.  She then used one end of the rope to tie
Laura's elbows together.

"Ow!" Laura said as the single strand tightened around her.

"Sorry.  Do you want me to stop?" Amy asked, concerned.

"No, it's okay.  I've taken worse," Laura replied, smiling.  As Amy
continued, Laura stuck her tongue out at me, knowing I heard her comment.  I
smiled back.

Amy passed the rope down to Laura's wrists and made a single figure-eight
loop around them, pulling them tight together.  She then reached for Laura's
feet, crossing them and bringing up to meet Laura's hands.  Deftly, she made
a couple of loops around each ankle and tied them in place, passing what was
left of the free end up again, past Laura's wrists and up to the elbow tie.
She then tied off the remainder of the rope at that point.

"There you go!" Amy said, patting Laura on the butt.

Laura twisted a little, settling into the bondage.  I thought it an
interesting tie, none of the knots were available for Laura to reach, and I
wondered how well Laura would be able to move.

"Come here, Amy," Ben said, and Amy padded over to kneel at Ben's feet.  He
had his watch out.  "Ready Laura?"

Laura nodded.

"Go!"

Laura immediately began wriggling, attempting to find purchase on the hard
wood floor.  She looked great as her naked body wriggled from side to side
in the narrow walkway, slowly inching forward toward us.  Her breasts were
pressed and lifted as she moved, alternately exposed and hidden, her hips
and legs shifting back and forth, the glint of her collar shining through
her hair, which quickly began to get in the way.

Amy had made a good choice in crossing Laura's ankles; in the confines of
the cabin, it spread Laura's knees and gave her less room to work with.  I
was impressed.

Eventually Laura made her goal after a lot of puffing and moaning, and Ben
called time while Amy untied her friend.

Laura had deep red lines on her elbows, wrists and ankles, evidence of the
rope biting in.

"I think you did your best," I told her, relief in her eyes.

Now it was Amy's turn.  "Be gentle," Amy said with a smile.

"Yeah, right!" Laura said grinning.

Laura led Amy back to the door and used the rope to bind her hands together
behind her back.  She used the middle of the rope, leaving the ends
dangling.  Then Laura pushed Amy to the wall.  At about the height of their
heads was a wall mounted light fixture.  Laura took the free ends of the
rope and pulled upwards, bending Amy forward in the process.  She began to
tie the ends to the light fixture.

Amy protested.  "Hey!  You can't tie me to anything!"

"They didn't say I couldn't!" Laura said with a smile.

"This isn't fair!" Amy cried out.  "Ben, tell her!"

Ben just chuckled.  "She's right, Amy, we didn't say anything about not
tying to solid objects."

"Maybe next time," I added.

"But..." Amy said.

"Stop complaining," Ben ordered, and Amy shut her mouth.

Laura finished binding Amy and stood back to admire her work.  Amy was
standing half bent over, her arms pulled up behind her, attached to the
fixture at the wrists.  The knots holding her were well out of her reach.

She looked wonderful, up on her toes to take the weight of her arms, the
muscles of her legs standing out well defined, her small breasts dangling.

"Ready?  Go!" Ben said.

"How am I supposed to get to you like this?" Amy said.

"Didn't I tell you to stop complaining?" Ben said to her.

Amy paled and began struggling.  I motioned to Laura to come to me and she
came over and knelt down.

"That was a dirty trick," I whispered to her.

"Yeah, well, my butt was on the line," Laura whispered back.

We watched as Amy fruitlessly pulled and tugged at the rope that held her,
but the awkward position didn't give her much leverage and I would think
that she would also be afraid of pulling the fixture off the wall.  Who knew
what Ben would do if she damaged his boat?

Ben let her struggle until we passed Laura's time and then he called it
quits.  "Go untie her, Laura," he ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Laura said and she went over to the sulking Amy.

"I think Amy did her best to win!" I said, hoping to save Amy's butt.

"I agree," Ben said.  "But she also complained after I told her to stop, so
she gets the cane anyway, just as a reminder."

I was going to protest, but I saw his point.  She HAD disobeyed him and I
did agree that he had to discipline her.

I turned back to the women in silence.

As Laura untied Amy, she spoke softly, and whatever it was she said seemed
to mend any hard feelings Amy might have had for her.  They hugged briefly
once Amy was free and then they both came back to us.

"Well, Laura, it seems you won your prize," Ben said smiling.  "Amy, you
will receive yours when I feel that Don is ready to give it to you."

Amy glanced at me and them lowered her eyes.  I wasn't sure how I'd feel
caning her, certainly not happy.

Ben looked at me.  "Anything else before we let them play?" he asked.

"Yeah, one thing.  Wait here."  I got up and went to my cabin, coming back
with a length of chain and a couple of leather cuffs.  I locked a cuff on
each girl's left ankle and then locked one end of the eight-foot chain to
Laura's cuff.

"Which cabin?" I asked Ben.

"They can use ours," Ben said.

"Okay ladies!" I said, and the women got up and went to the forward cabin.
I had them climb on the bed and I passed the end of the chain through a
metal loop mounted to the base of the bed (funny, there were a lot of those
hoops all over the boat, I wonder why :) and locked it to Amy's ankle cuff.

I looked around.  "There should be enough toys in here for you guys to have
fun!" I said grinning.

Both women smiled.

I went to Laura.  "You sure about this?" I asked quietly.

Laura nodded.  "Amy and I have been talking about this ever since you tied
us together, this isn't a quick decision."

"Okay," I said, and I left them alone, closing the door behind me.

Ben had moved to the Navigation nook and had turned on the weather radio.
"I'll meet you up top," he said.

I nodded and grabbed a beer.

I sat down on one of the built in seats at the stern and gazed up at the
stars, wondering what was going on in the forward cabin.  The stars seemed
so clear and sharp, like I could just reach up and touch them if I cared to.

The gentle rocking of the boat made them swing back and forth above me, a
beautiful sight.

Ben came out and collapsed next to me, and I saw him pull a pipe out.

"I didn't know you smoked," I said.

"Oh, just every once in a while I treat myself to a pipe.  Just when I feel
the need."

"And you need it now?" I asked.

Ben didn't answer.  Instead, I watched as he slowly coaxed the pipe to life,
before settling back.

"I could tell you were surprised by their request," Ben said to me
eventually.

"I was.  But not totally.  I mean, what guys wouldn't wonder if their women
wouldn't get together if they were like ours?  We do subscribe to a pretty
sexually oriented lifestyle."

"I know.  It's only natural to wonder."

"Why weren't YOU surprised?" I asked him.

"Amy told me earlier what she and Laura discussed."

"She what?"

Ben chuckled.  "It's okay, she wasn't reporting to me or anything like that,
it's just that over time Amy has learned to open herself verbally to me,
confessing sins and generally keeping me informed about everything that she
does.  I doubt now there is a thought in her head that she doesn't pass on
to me in some way."

"Oh," I said, wondering what other thoughts she may have passed on.

"To be honest, we have had conversations about her and Laura since before we
planned this trip.  As you say, it's normal to wonder, and Amy has always
had a powerful fantasy life."

"I see."

Ben sat quietly for a while, puffing on his pipe while I sipped at my beer,
the both of us gazing at the stars and the huge black shadow of the island
next to us.

"She also gave voice to some other thoughts," Ben said, and I thought, here
it comes.

"I take it that you have given her reason to think that you might want to be
involved with her," Ben said quietly.

I said nothing, for a minute, I just looked down at the deck.  "Like I said,
our chosen lifestyles open up those possibilities."

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Ben snarled.  "You're not some horny teenager
scouting the web for unsuspecting women!  You aren't some geek who thinks
that all we do in this LIFESTYLE is tie our women down, whip them until they
pass out, and then fuck them!  You know better than that.  So don't give me
this LIFESTYLE crap, Don, and tell me how you feel!  I won't get mad."

"You sound mad already!" I said.

"No, Don, just frustrated.  As much as you know about bondage and
submission, you still seem to think in terms of owner and property
sometimes.  You figure that once you decide to follow a set of rules, that
all that should matter ARE the rules.  Don't forget that below are two real
people that we love.  REAL PEOPLE, Don!  That they have chosen to live with
us, be with us, in a role that places them in a submissive position to us is
the greatest gift we will ever get.  The GREATEST gift we will ever see.  It
is NOT something to treat casually, not that you do, Don.  I know that.  But
there are times you seem to put Laura second to the process.  It's something
I've noticed talking with you online, as well as out here on this trip."

I said nothing, realizing the truth in his words yet wondering where he was
heading.

"Don, let me ask you something.  If Laura came up to you and said that she
wanted to stop, that she felt that she no longer needed to play the part of
your submissive, and that she wanted to live with you as a vanilla husband
and wife, what would you do?"

"That's a hell of a question, Ben," I said to him.

"Can you answer it, and be confident that your answer is the right one?"

Could I?

I sat for a bit, considering the question he had posed.  If Laura really
wanted to drop all the bondage, all the rules, and the comfortable routine
we had developed, the LIFESTYLE, could I?

"Ben, I can't honestly answer that," I said.

"Why not?"

"Something like that is too important not to discuss, and the only person I
could discuss it with is Laura."

Ben nodded.  "Good.  If you had given me any other answer, I'd have made you
walk the plank."

I laughed.

"I'm not joking," he said with a smile I could only see by the light of his
pipe and the faint light from the top of the mast.  "I think I have a plank
somewhere."

I chuckled.

"You're a good man, Don, but you still have a lot to learn."

"Glad you're here to teach me, Ben," I answered.

"Hey, it's only fair.  You've taught Amy and me a lot about deep bondage and
its many varied forms.  Introduced us to new pleasures."

I shrugged.

"So Don, will you tell me what's really on your mind concerning Amy?" Ben
asked.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure," I said.  "Given the fact that she and
Laura both spend so much time running around in front of us naked, it's hard
to think with the head on my shoulders instead of the other one sometimes."

Ben laughed.  "I know what you mean."

"I know that when we discussed mutual play at the beginning of the trip, we
decided to leave out any sexual play.  But frankly, I have to tell you that,
given the opportunity," I looked directly at him, "and the permission, I
wouldn't feel guilty about playing with Amy that way."

Ben looked me in the eye, then looked back up at the sky.

"Well, that's honest enough.  Thank you, Don," he said.

I watched him for a minute, but when he didn't say anything, I sat back and
looked out at the water.  I figured he needed time to think about what I had
said.  Me, I couldn't believe I had just told him what I had.  What was I
thinking!

"You know," Ben said after a while, "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't
entertained the same thoughts about your wife."

I looked at him.

"She is a very beautiful lady, and with her nude all the time, it is hard to
concentrate."  He smiled behind his pipe.

"So what are you suggesting," I said.  "That we make them dress?"

"I don't think we need to go THAT far, do you?"

"It would diminish the beauty of this cruise," I said.

"Exactly," replied Ben, and we laughed quietly.  "But I think we do need to
be aware of each other's intentions, Don."

I agreed.

"Don.  Right now, I have no intentions toward Laura, but I'm not closing my
mind to the possibility that in the future that might change.  It's just
that right now, Amy is all I need."

I nodded, a little sad for some reason.

"We've only been together a few days, Don.  We still have a couple of weeks
ahead of us.  Let's not rush things right now.  I'd rather you didn't
involve yourself with Amy at the moment, at least, any more than you already
have.  I know where your hands have been," he chuckled.  "It might be good
for her if you kept those hands at work on her at odd moments, keep her
guessing that is, so feel free to allow them to roam a little from time to
time.  But otherwise leave her be."

"Okay."

"We'll talk again about this."

"We'd better, or I'm asking my travel agent for a refund!" I replied,
grateful that Ben hadn't bitten my head off for making moves on his woman.

Ben laughed and held out his hand.  "Friends?"

"You got it!" I said, and we shook.

We sat back and looked at the perfect sky again.

"I wonder what they're doing down there?" I asked.

"Let's leave them their privacy, shall we?" Ben said.

I nodded, and wondered if Amy would tell him all about it afterward.

"How do you feel about them, being together like that?" I asked him.

"I know how much they feel for each other," he answered.

It seemed all the answer he was prepared to give.

We sat together for a couple of hours, just staring at the sky and talking
of inconsequential things, before sleep started to take over.  It was late,
and we thought it time the games ended.

We walked quietly below and to the forward cabin.  I knocked on the door and
after a moment opened it.

What we saw made us pause.

Amy and Laura lay together on the bed, arms and legs twisted and wrapped
about each other.  A considerable number of chains had been added to the
single chain I had left them with, and I saw places where ankles were
connected to wrists and other combinations.

But what made us pause was that they were asleep.

Their heads were close together, and the light in the room reflected off the
collars they always wore, silver for Laura and gold for Amy.  In their
slumber, this made them look even more vulnerable and in need of our
protection.

They looked beautiful.

I glanced at Ben who backed up.  I moved back and shut the door.

"Should we let them sleep?" I asked quietly.

Ben nodded.  "I wouldn't want to disturb that," he said.

"They truly are beauties, aren't they?"

Ben put a hand on my shoulder.  "We are very lucky men."  He moved past me.
"I'll sleep in the single berth, but I have to get a few things first.  I'll
leave them a key.  Everything they locked onto each other, they used with
the knowledge that we would have to unlock them.  Well, they have duties to
perform in the morning and I'm not going to get up to free them."

I laughed.

He stepped forward into the cabin for a minute and came out with a small
bag, his toiletries I assumed.

"Good night, Don," he said.

"Good night, Ben," I replied.

I went to my cabin and climbed alone into bed.

As I fell asleep, I wondered what Laura and Amy had done together, and what
we all might do together in the future.

Part 9

The next morning, Ben moved the boat through the reef and we anchored in a
small bay.  The island was nothing like the last one; it was full of lush
tropical growth and had a long sandy beach.

It was beautiful.

The women were already at work cleaning the boat, and Ben and I ate the
breakfast they had prepared on deck, so we could watch them.  So far, they
had said nothing about their night together, and Ben had warned me not to
press.  "Laura will tell you in her own good time."

We did notice that both women sported a few new marks.  Amy's butt and
thighs had fine red lines on them, and Laura had more lines on her breasts
and groin.  It didn't take a genius to see that they were whip marks, but
not heavy ones.  These marks were created in pleasure, not in punishment.
It made me that much more curious.

After they finished their chores, got cleaned up, and ate, we helped the
ladies unpack the rowboat and the four of us went ashore.  Ben and I wore
shorts and shirts while the ladies were suitably attired in just their
collars and chains.

"This place is wonderful!" Laura said as we stepped on the beach.

"Just wait!" Amy said grinning from ear to ear.

I watched them both with admiration; they looked so cute.

They each had their hands cuffed behind them and their ankles were hobbled
with twelve-inch chains.  From their collars hung leashes, and it was with
pride that I took my wife's.  She smiled at me and I kissed her.

"Let's have some fun," she said to me.

"I plan on it, Babe!" I replied.

Ben grinned at us both and picked up Amy's leash, attaching it to the back
of Laura's collar.

"I'd always wanted a coffle of slave girls!" he said.

"Oh really?" Amy asked, her eyebrows raised.

"But of course all I ever needed was you!" Ben said hurriedly.

"I bet!" Amy replied with a giggle.

"I really think that a coffle needs more than two girls to count," I said.

"Well, maybe we can pick up a few more later on," Ben said.

Both women protested.

"Noisy, isn't it?" I said, pulling a couple of gags from my bag.

Laura's eyes opened wide.  "We'll be quiet!" she said.

"I know you will," I replied, placing the gag in her mouth.

Laura gave me a hurt look as I buckled the penis gag in, and then I turned
to Amy.  She grinned and opened her mouth, never taking her eyes off mine as
I gagged her as well.

"Did you want to take them?" I asked Ben.

"Sure!  Come on!" he replied, taking Laura's leash.

He led them off and I followed behind.  I have to tell you that the sight of
these two naked and bound women being led through the jungle was one of the
high points of the trip for me.  It all seemed so basic, so natural.  The
women in their natural state in a setting about as raw as you can find on
earth.  That they were completely helpless in this environment was a big
plus.  I couldn't help but admire them.  Amy's tight little ass, the muscles
so well defined.  Laura's long blond hair swinging softly back and forth.

When Laura's hair grew to reach her butt, she told me that it added a whole
new dimension to walking around nude, for the ends of her hair would caress
her butt cheeks, another constant reminder of her nudity.

I loved it.

As I followed Ben and the women, I couldn't help thinking how lucky I was.

We walked for about a half an hour, going uphill most of that time until we
broke out of the brush and into a clearing.

On our side, we could see down into the bay where the 'Kajira' lay at
anchor.  It looked so small.

There was a steep cliff on the other side of the clearing that blended into
the mountain that towered over the island, and down the face of the cliff
flowed water.  It wasn't exactly a waterfall, more like a water dribble.
But over time, it had carved out a deep pool of water at its base, and it
was here where we stopped.

"I like it!" I said.

"Yeah.  This is a great spot.  Let's get the women put away and then we can
set up the camp," said Ben.

Ben unhooked Amy's leash from Laura and led her over to a tree.

"Wait, I have an idea," I said.

"Okay," Ben replied.

I led Laura over to Amy and pushed them together face to face.  Using rope
from the bag, I bound them together, relocking their arms around each other.
I caught Laura grinning behind her gag.  Their leashes we tied above them to
a tree limb.

"Be good!" I said.

Ben stepped up and examined my handiwork.  "Very nice," he said, and gave
both women's butts a squeeze.  It was the first time I had known him
purposely touch my wife other than to bind her, I found it interesting,
considering our conversation last night.

We left the gear we had brought next to the pool and began the walk back to
the 'Kajira'.  The plan was to stay on the island for a couple of days, and
we needed to bring ashore our food and the rest of our camping gear.

"They'll be safe there, right?" I asked Ben.

"As long as they don't fall over!" Ben said.

They didn't.  It took us about an hour to make the round trip, and when we
got back, the women were as we left them, wide-eyed and helplessly together.

Ben and I set up the camp while the women watched.  Two tents, a fireplace,
and a latrine area behind some bushes.  Only then did we let them go, and
they finished unpacking while we relaxed.

When done, they came and knelt beside us.

"You are SO beautiful," I told them, making them both smile.

"Let's swim," Ben said.  So we did.

The pool was deep and warm from the sun, and had a semi sandy bottom that
made it easy on the feet.

Amy swam to the far side of the pool and began to climb the rocks that the
water poured down.  Again, I was struck by how beautiful wet women were!

She found a spot where she could stand and have the water pour directly on
her, and she turned this way and that, posing shamelessly, her golden collar
shining in the sunlight.

"Tease!" Ben yelled at her, making her laugh.

Laura swam up to me; she had evidently noticed my staring.

"You like to watch her, don't you?" Laura said.

"I like to watch you both," I said honestly.

Laura turned to look at Amy, who was giggling as Ben splashed her with
water.  "Are you planning anything?" she asked me.

"What do you mean?"

"With her."  Laura turned back to me.

"And if I was?" I asked.

Laura didn't answer.  We had talked about this before the trip, the
possibility of us having an encounter of some sort with each other's
partners.  At the time, we had decided to just wait and see if there was a
possibility of it happening before agonizing over it.  Evidently, Laura had
begun to agonize.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Then let's do it tonight, let's just enjoy the day now.  Okay?"

She nodded again and I took her in my arms, kissing her deeply.  We were
both naked in the water and I could feel my erection brushing her between
her legs, always an enjoyable feeling.

"I love you," I told her.

"Oh shut up!" she replied with a smile, her personal code for the same
words.

As we embraced, I noticed that Amy had come down from the rocks, and she and
Ben were facing each other in a similar embrace.

We watched as they kissed, and Ben lifted his nymph-like companion out of
the water.  As he lowered her back down, both Laura and I knew what he had
done, and we watched quietly as the couple made love there in the pool.

I held on to Laura from behind, my hands on her breasts as Ben and Amy
slowly fucked.  To Laura's surprise, I lifted her suddenly by the hips and
she plunged effortlessly onto my penis, engulfing it in her warmth.

Laura and I began to work ourselves up to a wonderful orgasm, the water
giving us a buoyancy that made things a lot easier.

I was able to keep both hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples between
my fingers.

Laura closed her eyes as she usually does, but I watched Ben and Amy.  Amy's
head was bent forward, obscuring Ben's face from view.  Her arms were
wrapped around him, the rest of them hidden in the water.  Amy was panting
and moaning, as was Laura in front of me, but Amy lacked Laura's musical
talent.  Her cries were primal, basic, and loud!

Ben HAD to have been gagging her on the boat when they made love, for we
surely would have heard her otherwise at our end.

Laura came first, but her cries of passion were drowned out by Amy, who
almost screamed!  As they slowed down, Amy glanced over at us, very
red-faced.  I smiled.

Ben lifted her off him and looked rather embarrassed himself until he saw
what Laura and I were doing.  I doubt he even heard us over Amy screaming in
his ears.

Laura looked up and laughed, and Amy followed suit.  Ben and I joined in,
and the clearing was filled with our joy.

Life was good.

I grabbed Laura, and much to her embarrassment, I carried her out of the
water still impaled on me, only slipping out of her when I put her down.

She turned and kissed me.

I returned the kiss and then reached down for a chain Ben and I had
positioned earlier.  Connected to a tree, the chain was long enough to reach
all parts of the campsite; the other end would connect to Laura's leg.
Another chain connected to a different tree was waiting for Amy.  Ben
brought her out to it and locked it upon her.

"I'm hungry," he said.  "I think it's time the slave girls made lunch."

"How typically male!" Laura said, making us laugh.

"Yeah, some sex, some food, that's all it takes to make them happy," Amy
added with a giggle.

"We also like silence!" I said, picking up their gags.

"You wouldn't dare," Laura said, with a smile.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" I said, and I made a playful move toward her.  Laura
screamed and began moving backward across the sand that surrounded the pool,
and laughing, I followed.

She came up short at the end of her chain and tried to dodge left, laughing
as much as I was, but I grabbed a foot.

In seconds I was on top of her, and with our wriggling naked bodies
entwined, I managed to get the gag in her and buckled.

I looked over at Ben, who tossed over a padlock.  Surprisingly I caught it,
and Laura was now irrevocably gagged.

She glared at me, but I could tell she wasn't really mad.  We play these
games all the time.

Ben was laughing as he pulled on a pair of shorts, and Amy smiled where she
knelt.

I got up and stood over my wife.  "Dust me off, woman!" I ordered.  Laura
gave me that look again, and she began to pat me down, brushing the sand off
my skin.  I'm sure she slapped me a little harder then was needed, but I
wasn't going to spoil her fun.

"Very good!" I said when I was reasonably clean.  "Now go help with lunch.
And stay on your knees, walking is out for you for a while!" I told her.

Laura whined, but did as I asked, crawling over the warm sand to the
campsite, her ankle chain pulled behind her.

I walked with her, giving her a small spank to hurry her up.

I love to watch her crawl, her suspended breasts swaying slightly from side
to side, her sex visible between her legs.  Again, it was that natural state
thing.

"She looks good like that!" Ben said.

"Yes she does, in fact she does this a lot more at home.  She's been kinda
spoiled out here."

"I know what you mean," he said, looking at Amy, who was busy unpacking a
hamper full of food.

"What she needs is a day of deep discipline," I told Ben, pulling on my own
shorts.

"Sounds good.  Amy could use one too.  Let's make it today, shall we?"

"Yes, let's," I said, looking at him.  He inclined his head in my direction.
I was in charge.

"Okay, Women!  Kneel!"

Amy and Laura stopped what they were doing and knelt.  Laura snapped to and
knelt with her hands behind her head, her knees spread, her eyes on her
breasts.  Amy knelt as she normally did until she saw how Laura knelt.  She
hesitantly changed positions to match.

"That's right, Amy," Ben said.  "Today you watch Laura and do what she
does."

"Yes, Sir," Amy said, stifling a grin.  We had told her about the times when
once a week Laura went 'Total Slave', and I think she was eager to see what
it was like.

"Good!" I said, smiling.  "No talking among yourselves, no talking to us
unless it is something important.  You keep your eyes on your work or your
breasts or our dicks, nothing else.  No touching yourselves, although you
can touch each other if you wish, and no walking unless we tell you
otherwise.  Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," Amy replied as Laura nodded.

"Anything to add?" I asked Ben.

He shook his head.

"Very well, prepare lunch, for two, large portions."

As the women bent to their tasks, I grabbed a beer from the cooler, and Ben
and I stood nearby and watched them.

We spoke about them as if they weren't there, talking about how they looked
and how they performed as sex partners.

Ben quickly caught on that the purpose of our loud conversation was to
embarrass the hell out of them, and while our language never dropped to
anything crude, we still got them both red with humiliation.

Amy would look our way from time to time, whenever one of said something
particularly cutting, but Laura worked without looking at us at all.  We
kept the game up until the women were ready, kneeling in place with their
hands behind their heads.

Ben and I casually made our way back and began to eat.  The women knelt
quietly next to us, their heads down, but I knew that they were wondering if
they were going to be fed.

Eventually I took off Laura's gag, and I picked up some cut up cold cuts and
held them in front of her mouth.  She picked the food from my fingers, her
teeth never touching me.

I then did the same for Amy.  Amy glanced at Ben.

"Don't look at him!" I told her.  Amy looked down at my fingers full of
meat, and did as Laura did, but she used her teeth.  "Next time, I don't
want to feel your teeth," I ordered.  Amy sighed.

Ben watched with interest.

"Having them only use their lips helps them develop their dexterity," I
explained to Ben.

"Ah, I see.  That would come in handy," he said.

We continued to feed our beautiful ladies, then made them clean up.

"We won't need them for a while, will we?" I said.

"No, there's something we can do, but we won't need them until later," Ben
answered.

"Okay."  I reached into the toy bag and pulled out some metal stakes and a
hammer.  Ben helped me pound them into the ground, and soon we had Laura and
Amy staked spread-eagled on the sand, face down, side by side.  We gagged
them both, and Ben tossed me a tube of sunscreen.

"I'll let you do the honors," he said.  "I'm going to take a nap."

I smiled.  We had positioned them so that their open legs faced the
campsite, and Ben settled into a camp chair with a perfect view of their int
imate places.

I stripped off my shorts, squeezed some lotion on my hands, and began work
on Amy, rubbing the gooey mess all over her skin.  She almost looked up at
me, but instead watched my penis, which I made sure she could see.

I let my hands roam her back and her buttocks, coming close but not touching
her pussy.  Then I did her legs and feet, enjoying their hardness.

"Oops, missed a spot," I said, and went back to apply a dollop to her pussy.
"Tut tut, guess it's covered in lotion already!" I said, making her blush
even more than I had with the rub down.  I worked her wetness into the
surrounding skin.

As I did, I caught Laura's eye.  She was watching me carefully, with perhaps
a hint of jealousy?

"Don't worry, Laura," I said to the gagged woman.  "You're next!"

My rubbing had definitely had its affect on Amy, and I kept going until I
heard her begin to pant.  I bet she was surprised when I got up suddenly.  I
walked over to Ben and tossed him the lotion.  "I'm tired.  Can you do
Laura?"

Ben smiled.  "Sure," he said.

I pulled on my shorts and settled down in the chair Ben vacated.  He really
had a great view.

Ben pulled off his shorts as I had done and crouched near Laura's head.  I
knew that she had to have a real close look at Ben's manhood from that
angle, and I bet she enjoyed the view, knowing how interested in men's
equipment she was.

Ben began rubbing her down and I wondered what Amy thought of it.  Did she
have that slight look of jealously in her eyes?

I wanted to know, but I thought it best to stay where I was.

Instead, I admired the two bright pink flowers splayed open before me, one I
knew so well and one I...well, that might come eventually.

Ben took his time rubbing lotion into my wife, and I doubted there was a
spot of exposed skin that he missed.

Well there was one.  He had avoided touching my wife's pussy.

He looked up at me and I nodded.  I could already see that she was excited.

He began to rub her slowly and didn't stop until Laura began to moan.  As he
rubbed, he moved over where he could reach Amy and rubbed her too.  He soon
had both women panting and moaning, and then with a grin he stopped and
stood up.

Both women moaned louder, but he ignored them.  He pulled his shorts on and
then went into the water.

I joined him and we swam for a little while.

"So, you had something planned?" I asked him.

"Yes, but we have to go back to the boat," he replied.

"What for?"  I thought we had brought all we needed.

"You'll see."

We got out of the water, and Ben went to the bag of toys and pulled out the
remote controlled vibrators.  He handed me one.

"This will keep them occupied while we're gone," he said with a grin.  Then
he quickly dug in the bag and pulled out some blindfolds.

He took everything and walked to where the women could see him.

"Ladies.  Don and I are going for a walk.  In the meantime, we are going to
put these in you."  He showed them the vibrator he was carrying.

He dropped to his knees and put a blindfold on each woman, then motioned me
over.  "Walk around them," he said.

Puzzled, I did as he asked, the both of us walking around and over them for
a few minutes.  Then he dropped down between Amy's legs and motioned for me
to do the same with Laura.

That was when I got it.  The women would know someone was behind them, but
would have no idea who.

Ben turned on the vibrator and began to push it into Amy, and I did the same
with Laura.

Laura moaned as it went in, her pussy still moist and inflamed.

Ben stepped back and I joined him.

"Those vibrators had better be where we left them when we come back!" he
warned.

I chuckled and we left the clearing, heading back to the boat.

"You're a devious S.O.B," I told him once the women were out of earshot."

"I learned it from you.  The erotic use of confusion, I think you called
it."

I laughed.  "Yeah, and I hope we can keep it up for the rest of the trip!"

Ben chuckled.

A half-hour later, we made it to the rowboat and made our way out to the
'Kajira'.  Once onboard, I found out what we had come back for.

His cane.

Part 10

The sun had been popping in and out from behind small cotton puff clouds all
day, but it was still strong enough to burn, as Ben and I discovered when we
got back to the campsite.

The women, trapped on their fronts with their intimate parts fully exposed,
were turning just a slight shade of pink despite the large amount of
sunscreen we had lovingly applied.  Their coloring brought out the marks
from the light whips they had used on each other the night before.

They were also both moaning a little from the actions of the vibrators we
had left running in them, and both their asses were shifting from side to
side as they tried to cope.

They looked very wet and ready, and I found myself growing quite hard at the
sight of them.

Ben and I padded silently to our women, and as one, we placed our hands on
their pussies.

They both jumped, not having heard us, and they squealed as we began pumping
them with the vibrators.

At a signal from Ben, we pulled the vibrators out with an audible plop and
got moans of frustration out of both of women.

My wife raised her hips toward me, her very erect labia searching for more
stimulation.  I smiled and bent low, kissing those soft wet lips before
standing again.

Ben went and hid the cane under a blanket while I undid the bonds that held
the women down and took off their blindfolds.  They got stiffly to their
knees, and I told them to crawl over to the latrine area and use it.

They looked at each other, both realizing that I had just ordered them to
use the bathroom together.  Amy looked over at Ben for conformation,
something that I found a little annoying, to be honest.  If she knew Ben
trusted me enough to give these kinds of orders, then why was she
questioning them by waiting for Ben to confirm them?

"I told you not to look at him!" I said sharply to her.

Amy jerked her head back and looked me in the eye for a second before
looking down at her chest.

"Go," I ordered, and both women began to crawl slowly toward the bushes we
had staked out.

I walked over to Ben.  "Ben, what are we going to do about that?" I asked
him.  While I felt confident enough with the control aspects of our chosen
lifestyle, I still tended to turn to Ben for the punishment side.

"About what?  The way they hesitated?" Ben asked.

"Well, there's that too, I guess.  But I'm really talking about the way Amy
watches you to see if she has to do something I ask!"

"Don, don't take it personally.  What we have here is a very intimate
situation, and I would imagine that both Amy and Laura are as nervous as
hell right now," Ben said.  "It's only natural that Amy will look to me for
a little security, as I expect Laura would you if I was the one giving them
the orders.

"Remember, Pal, not to put the system over the people.  They may have agreed
to be ours, but that didn't take anything away from the people they are
inside.  Just relax, and once they both settle some more, I'm sure Amy will
trust you enough to stop looking to me and vice versa with Laura."

I nodded, relaxing a bit.  Ben made a lot of sense and I told him so.

"Good," he said with a smile.  "But there is that other matter.  They both
should have acted a little faster on your command, shouldn't they?  I don't
want to get into the habit of having to repeat orders, and I doubt you do
either."

"No, I don't!" I said grinning.

"Well then, here's what we'll do..."

When the women finally crawled back into the clearing, both a little red
faced, I ordered them back to their spots within the stakes.

We bound them again, this time face up.

"We're going to have to put you to work later," I told them as I pulled off
my shorts.  "All this lying around you get to do is going to make you lazy!"

Both women stared at me over their gags.  Laura with a concerned smile and
Amy with a nervous one.

Ben tossed me the sunscreen and settled naked into one of the chairs.

Again, I rubbed sunscreen into Amy's skin, taking my time as I made sure to
reach each part of her exposed body.  As I did her breasts, I couldn't help
feeling a little disappointed.  With her arms outstretched, her breasts were
almost pulled back into her chest, just little tan mounds topped with some
very erect nipples.  A friend told me once that anything more than a handful
was a waste; well excuse me for liking a bit of waste.

Her nipples looked divine though, and I had to resist the urge to nibble on
them.

I did most of the work on her body from a position between her legs, and I
was well aware of how my naked body moved over hers, not touching yet very
close indeed.  Amy kept her eyes on me, though she managed to avoid looking
in my eyes.  Her body was tense under my hands, but I did feel her begin to
relax when I massaged more cream onto her sex.

A couple of times she did jump however, when the tip of my penis grazed her
skin as I reached across her body.

I quite enjoyed it.

When I was done, I looked over at Laura to find her watching me.  She looked
away quickly but I could see that she was terribly concerned.  I wondered
how much longer Ben and I could keep this game up before one of them safe
worded.

I got up and went over to Ben, handing him the sunscreen, and he applied it
to my wife in much the same manner as I had to Amy.  Only then did I realize
how my position had shown him my ass, and to be honest Ben in the same
position was not a pretty picture.  I had to laugh.

Ben took his time, and was a little more successful at exciting Laura, for
she was moaning a little by the time he was done.  He also took the time to
give Amy a little massage before getting up.

I saw a few times when Ben's impressive member brushed Laura's skin, and
there was one point as he did her shoulders that his dick rubbed against her
smooth flat tummy quite a lot!  I hoped he enjoyed it, and wondered how
Laura was taking it.

It didn't occur to me until much later that day that I hadn't been concerned
at all about the intimate contact between Ben and my wife.

I just watched them with a smile until Ben was done.

By now I was so hard I was aching.

Ben put their blindfolds on, and I got up and went over, bringing the
vibrators.  We walked around them for a few minutes and got down between
their legs.

Silently we played with our women, using the vibrators and our intimate
knowledge of just how much they could take to drive them toward a sexual
peak.  I was really glad when Ben gave the signal and we pulled away the
vibrators and replaced them with ourselves.

Under me, Laura bucked and shuddered as my entry triggered her first orgasm.
I came not long after, and then she came again.

The muscles of her body were in sharp relief as she strained against her
bonds, and she looked and felt fantastic.  It was a tremendous fuck!

Next to us, Amy was expressing her own passions that the gag she wore could
barely contain.  Ben, who must have outweighed his woman by almost a hundred
pounds, was being lifted into the air like a bronco on a bull.  I didn't
know Amy had that much strength in her.

Ben had this huge grin on his face that I'm sure matched mine as we both
rode our women to exhaustion, and soon the four of us were lying still on
the warm sand, completely done in.

I pulled out of my wife and moved away, not acknowledging who I was,
although I would have been surprised if she hadn't known.  After a moment,
Ben joined me and we went for a swim to clean up.  On the other side, we
talked.

"Wow!" I said.

Ben laughed.  "Don, I have to tell you that I never expected to be able to
perform like that with Amy with anyone as close to us as you and Laura were
just now."

"Me too.  I guess we're breaking down a few taboos today, aren't we!"

"I guess we are," Ben agreed.

"So...time for the next stage?" I asked.

"Let's give them some water first," Ben said.

We went back, and I unlocked the women's gags while Ben got some water
bottles out of the cooler.  He also brought some salt tablets, for the women
had been sweating a lot as they lay there in the sun.

"No talking, either of you," I said as I pulled Laura's gag out.

Her mouth stayed open, her tongue snaking past her drying lips.  I gave her
a little water, and then when she was ready, I let her take the salt tablet.
Ben did the same with Amy, and we stayed with them until they had each
finished their bottle of water before replacing the gags.

Ben and I went over to the chairs and I lay back on a blanket, drinking my
own bottle of water.

"Ready?" Ben asked me.

I nodded, feeling a little nervous.

Ben took a blanket, folded it up into a pillow-sized bundle, and walked over
to a fallen log at the edge of the clearing.  I dug the cane out from where
Ben had hid it and followed him.

Ben laid the blanket over the log.  "This is about the right height for
using the cane when there isn't anything for her to bend over," Ben said to
me.

I nodded without saying a word.

"You saw how we did it the other night, with Amy on her knees.  The angle is
different but not too bad.  Give it a go!"

He stepped aside and I got into position to strike the blanket with the
cane.  I don't know if the ladies had heard Ben talking, but they certainly
heard the swish of the cane traveling through the air and the thump of its
landing.

Two heads appeared above four tanned breasts, even though they couldn't see
anything with their blindfolds on.

 From our angle, they looked a little comical as their heads bobbed back and
forth over the splendor that was their nude forms.

I watched them until they put their heads down again, and used the cane
again.  This time I didn't watch the women, I concentrated on my task.  I
was hitting high, but I soon corrected that.  I struck again and again at a
steady pace that wouldn't tire me out, until I felt I could close my eyes
and hit the same spot.

Ben told me that it was important I practice.  "Muscle memory," he called
it.  "It's the same with any repetitive task.  Do it enough times and your
body remembers the moves so well you don't have to really think about it any
more.  You are able to focus more on the result than the action itself.
It's like driving, in a way.  You don't really think about how you steer or
use the pedals, instead your focus is on where you're going and how to get
there safely."

I hadn't really understood when he had told me that at first, but after a
while I knew what he was talking about.

I no longer had to think about how high to raise the cane or how hard to
bring it down, instead I just concentrated on placing it exactly where I
wanted it and with the correct angle.

"You're ready to try one for real," he said to me.

I swallowed and nodded, my throat dry.

We went back to the ladies, both of them lying silent and still.  They had
evidently heard Ben's last statement.

Ben unlocked and took off Amy's blindfold and gag while I did the same with
Laura.  She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and her expression was a
little anxious.  I leaned forward and kissed her softly.  "Be brave," I
whispered.

She nodded.

"Amy," Ben said.  "It's time for that punishment I promised you.  Don is
going to be the one to give it to you.  Will you be okay with that?"

Amy looked at me, then at Ben.  "I hope you trained him right," she said
with a slight smile.

Ben smiled and gave her a brief hug.  "Since when do I do anything
half-assed!" he growled gently.

I was a little relieved that Amy could smile; I wished I could.

Ben undid her bonds and let Amy kneel on the sand for a moment as she worked
out the stiffness in her arms.  I could tell she wanted to talk, but she
kept her peace as ordered.  There would be plenty of time for talking later.

I went and stood next to her, and she looked over at me, naked except for my
watch and the cane in my hand.

"Position," I said, as Ben had instructed me.

Amy quickly bent low, as she had on a beach on another island miles from
here.  Her head and shoulders to the ground while she grabbed her ankles
with her hands.  She turned her head to look away from me, for which I was
glad.

"Wait," Ben said.  He prodded Amy until she moved slightly, her ass pointed
at my wife, who was still staked out spread eagled on the sand.  Laura of
course was watching all this with wide eyes.

"Okay," Ben said.

I took my position.

"You sure?" I asked Ben.

"Aren't you?" he asked me, raising an eyebrow.

After a moment, I nodded, and he inclined his head toward Amy.

"Amy," I said.  "For disobeying a direct order to stop complaining when told
to, one strike."

I didn't hesitate.  I simply raised the cane and brought it down, muscle
memory taking over.

The cane hit just where I had aimed it, between her two previous strokes in
an almost perfect even line.

Amy yelped but otherwise made no sound.

I had brought the cane back right away, and got my first real look at the
mark one of these things would leave behind.

An angry red line with very white flesh surrounding it crossed her buttocks
from cheek to cheek.  As I watched, the red began to change color, turning a
little multicolored.  The edges of the line looked like they were beginning
to swell and rise up just slightly.  I resisted the urge to reach out and
touch them.

"Okay, Amy?" Ben asked.  He was standing where he could see both my strike
zone and her face.  The back of Amy's head moved, and I guessed that she
nodded.

"Don?" he asked me.

"I'm fine," I whispered.

Ben watched me for a moment.  "That looked pretty good to me, Don, just like
you practiced it.  But Amy here is going to be the final judge.  Amy,
compared to mine, how was that?"

"Sir," Amy said after a moment, "it...wasn't as hard as yours, but close."

"Hear that, Don?" Ben said.

I nodded, hating the next bit.

Amy hadn't moved from her position, I knew that she would hold it until
ordered otherwise despite the pain she felt.

She had shifted her knees though, spreading her legs a little.  Her sex was
more exposed than it had been earlier, and I didn't know if she had shifted
for sexual reasons or just for better purchase.

Ben had told me long ago that Amy found the cane and the pain to be arousing
unless applied with enough force to override the pleasure centers of her
brain.

I wondered if I had hit her hard enough.

Well, I was about to find out.

"Amy.  For not obeying my order to go use the latrine area until I ordered
you a second time.  One strike," I said.

This made Laura gasp and Amy turn her head.  She looked at me and then
turned to face Ben again.

Ben stood unmoving, purposely not giving her any encouragement or security.
We had worked out earlier that this moment was between Amy and myself.
Would she trust me or break discipline to seek Ben's council.

She shifted on her knees, then became still.  She had made her decision.

I swung again, a little off but not enough to count.  I caught her on her
lower cheeks, below the previous marks left by Ben a few nights before.

My stroke was harder, faster, and Amy cried out louder.

The welt the strike had left behind developed like the one before it.

I could hear a slight sobbing and saw that it was Laura.  She stopped when I
looked at her.

Ben walked over and began to undo Laura's bondage.  I stood and waited while
he did so.

When Laura was free, she knelt as Amy had done and worked her muscles to
reduce any stiffness she felt.  She didn't look at me, instead focusing on
Amy who still held her position.

I pointed with the cane to a spot next to Amy.  Laura looked up at me then.

I wonder what kind of a picture we made.  Laura on her knees, naked, her
eyes wide and her posture submissive.  While I was standing, also nude but
with the cane in my hand, my expression dark and my posture anything but
submissive.

Our tableau lasted only a couple of seconds before Laura moved where I had
directed her.

"Position," I said.

Laura assumed the same bent over posture that Amy had, her face turned
toward me.

"Laura, for making me order you twice to use the latrine area with Amy, and
because Ben and I feel you need to taste the cane at least once before we
decide if it is for us, one strike."

"Sir," she said quietly.  "Can this humble girl make a request?"  Her
language told me that she had slipped into her deeper submissive mode, a
place she only really went during our 'Total Slave' days when she had really
been worked hard.  It was a sort of subspace for her, but one she could
still function in.  Normally she didn't use third person to refer to
herself, feeling it a little demeaning.

It only came out in this state.

"Go ahead," I said.

"Sir, please bind and gag this slave so that she will not embarrass you."

"Very well," I said after a moment.  I tend to make my speech a little more
formal during these times as well.  It's as if we become two different
people, I guess.

Ben turned to fetch some rope, and I stood back a little.

Laura and I didn't break eye contact while Ben bound her forearms to her
knees and put her gag back in.

I had to motion for her to turn her head before she would stop looking at
me.

I remembered how hard I had hit Amy the second time, and this was the
strength I used on Laura.

She yelled into her gag and pulled at her ropes for a moment before becoming
still and silent.

A welt just like the ones on Amy began slowly to appear.  I did see
something new this time.  Unlike Amy, Laura's butt has a little more
padding, and as I struck, I noticed a slight ripple flow away across her
flesh.  It just seemed unusual enough to mention.

As the two women knelt together, I walked over to Ben and handed him the
cane.  "Thank you," I said to him.

We left the women alone for about fifteen minutes before going to them
again.  Ben led Amy over to the pool while I undid the ropes that bound
Laura and took off her gag.

I helped her to her feet and we joined our friends in the water.

"Whatever you do, don't touch your ass," I told Laura as she reached behind
herself.

She stopped and held on to me instead.

Once we were chest deep in the water, she hugged me and began to cry a
little, and I gave her what comfort I could.  She soon calmed down and began
to smile, which made me feel a lot better.

"It really hurts, you know?" she said to me.

"I know," I replied.

"I do NOT want you to ever use that thing on me again," she said.

"I hope I never have to, babe!" I said, hugging her close.

She was silent for a moment.  "You're going to get a cane, aren't you."  It
was a statement of fact, not a question.

"Yes," I replied.

We held on to each other, naked in a jungle pool on an uninhabited island in
the middle of the Atlantic somewhere.

Alone together, yet more in touch with each other than ever before.