On the Water part 20
"They didn't do anything to us!" Amy told us.
We were aboard the 'DreamBoat' eating breakfast in Townsend's private dining
room. We had all spent the night aboard at Townsend's insistence, not that we
had needed much urging. The 'Kajira' was not only without power but her
batteries had been stolen and her engine missing some vital parts. Except for
her sails she wasn't going anywhere without help.
Help she got in the form of some of Townsend's crew, working from the launch to
tow the 'Kajira' off the reef and into deeper water where the 'DreamBoat' lay
waiting. Now she was under tow behind us, an extension cord running between the
two boats so her bilge pumps could run and drain the hull.
We were told that she had suffered just slight damage banging around all that
coral and there was a small leak below the waterline. Townsend was taking us to
a dry dock facility where she could be repaired.
"Just a day's work!" he had told us. "I've called ahead and alerted my chaps.
Good fellows, they'll see you alright and back in the water by sun down."
Ben and I appreciated his help, we both figured we would have our hands full
dealing with the trauma our women suffered at the hands of their kidnappers,
only it worked out there wasn't much trauma to be dealt with.
It seemed that apart from a general scare they were fine.
"All they did was lock us up in our bedroom with our hands tied above us to the
rings in the ceiling," Amy went on saying as we all sat and ate, it was the
first time we had come together to talk about it, "then they gagged us with
those God awful cloth gags and went away!"
Laura picked up the narrative as she picked at her food. "Every once and a while
some one would come in and stare at us, and each time they did I would think
that this was it!
When they did eventually come in and take us down it was actually a relief
because we were practically hanging by our arms by that time, I knew I couldn't
stand on my toes any longer! But then as they carried us out I was afraid that
now they were going to rape us. Instead they tied us up in those very tight
hogties and threw us in the hold!"
"Bilge space." Ben corrected.
"What ever!" Laura snapped back.
Ben raised an eyebrow and Laura glanced at him. "Sorry." she said.
"I understand." Ben replied.
"Go on." I said to her.
Laura took a deep breath but it was Amy who went on. "At first it wasn't too
bad, I know I've certainly been tied up in worse. I heard the engine shut off
and the men messing with it for a while and the sound of another boat along
side. It was so dark in the bilges that it was like being blind folded, and you
know how that seems to make your hearing better."
Laura nodded.
"After a bit all the sounds of the men moving around slowly stopped and I heard
the boat go away, then all that remained was the sound of the ocean against the
hull and sometimes a thump from below. I figured they had left us some place
shallow which calmed me down. If we were by an island there was a much better
chance of being found."
"How did you find us?" Laura asked, and I told her about the plane spotting
them adrift.
"The only scary part was when the water began rising." Amy said. "I kept praying
and wishing for you to come. When I finally heard you come aboard I began
screaming but we were gagged so well you didn't hear us. I was never so glad in
my life to see Ben open that hatch cover!" Amy smiled broadly at Ben who hugged
her, kissing the top of her head.
I watched them, smiling as did Laura. We had our own tender reunion last night,
and knew just how they felt.
Ben caught my eye and I raised my eyebrows, a questioning look in my eyes. Ben
caught my meaning and nodded. Then, with a gallant motion, he slipped off his
chair onto one knee. "Amy, I've been thinking a lot about this already, and I
know that this is something we haven't really needed to do in the past, but it's
something I need to do...I want to do right now. Amy, will you marry me?"
Amy stared at Ben, a completely dumbfounded expression on her face. Beside me
Laura gasped and took my hand.
I smiled as Amy's face lit up and she dropped to the floor with Ben and gave him
a big kiss.
"Of course I'll marry you you big lug! Don't you know how long I've waited for
you to ask!"
Laura began to laugh, her happiness at the moment we had just witnessed pushing
the trauma of events past out of her mind. She went over to Amy and Ben and
hugged them both, kissing both of them with equal abandon.
I was just as happy, but a little more restrained in my show of affection. Ben
got a slap on the back and handshake, while Amy got a chaste kiss on the cheek.
In the back of my mind a little voice told me that this was the end of any
chance with Amy, I told it to shut up and stop being so selfish.
In the midst of our celebrating Townsend came in, looking rather puzzled at us
all. Ben announced the good news and our host began to beam.
"If you don't feel like waiting I'm sure our Captain will be honored to perform
the ceremony!" he said with a grin.
Ben chuckled. "No offense Phil, but we're going to do this one right back home.
I think we can wait for a while longer."
Townsend laughed. "Well if you get the urge you know where the bridge is."
As Townsend joined us to eat we all talked more about the wedding, the happy
couple trying to decide a date. One firm decision was made on the spot though,
Laura and I would be Maid of Honor and Best Man respectively.
The honor was truly ours.
Eventually the women begged to leave to go explore the yacht a little and so
only us men remained. The jovial atmosphere went with them for Ben had a
question for our host.
"Phil, now that the women are safe, I feel I can devote some energy into finding
out what I'm about to ask you."
"What's that, Dear Boy?" Townsend replied, sipping at a tea cup.
"How did they know where to find us?"
Townsend put his cup down. "Yes, I was wondering when you were going to ask
that." he said.
"Well?" Ben asked, not looking at our host but with an air of menace that seemed
to come out of nowhere. Well, perhaps not nowhere. I remembered Kiri's words
about Ben being a powerful man, and my time alone with him trapped on that
island had allowed me to see some of this power charge up.
"I have some theories, but nothing concrete." said Townsend.
"Try me!" Ben ordered. "I called you. You named the meeting spot. No one on
my boat talked to anyone else, not that they knew the spot until we got there
anyway. It had to be someone on your side!"
"Not necessarily, Mr Lane. You did talk to me via your cell phone, and those
can be monitored with the right equipment."
"You're telling me our white slavers are running around like James Bond tapping
phones?"
"It's one possibility, Sir." Townsend answered.
I could see that Ben was quite angry, and to be honest I was curious myself as
to how we had been found, although I hadn't really given it any thought up to
now, being more concerned with the well being of my wife.
Ben looked at me, then at Townsend.
"Don, could you leave us alone for a while? I have some private business to
discuss with Phil here." Ben said to me.
"Sure." I said, wondering what private business he was talking about.
I got up and left the two men alone together.
Now at a loose end, I wondered where the women were. Probably in one of our
cabins chatting about wedding plans I thought.
I wandered along a few passageways, debating on whether I wanted to go outside,
when I came across the cabin that had been converted into a school room.
Wanting a closer look I went in and marveled at the detail. The desks looked
old and very authentic, with the carvings of what looked like generations of
kids covering most of the surfaces. On the walls were various maps and posters,
none of which were out of place in this stern setting. In one corner was a
clothes rack with an English teacher's gown (similar to an American graduation
gown) hanging on it. On the Teacher's desk at the front of the class lay a
cane, longer than Ben's it looked smooth from a lot of use and I wondered how
many bottoms it had serviced over the years.
In one corner of the room was a set of double doors and I opened them, curious
to see where they led.
It was a walk in closet. One side had shelves filled with books, the other side
had various bondage toys hanging from hooks. Not exactly standard in most
schools I thought.
I looked at the books and discovered multiple copies of a lot of different
titles, these were obviously used as text books for the various "classes" that
were held here. Some were standard texts, Geography, French, Latin, Poetry, all
in fairly good condition although some were rather old. Other books would not
have been found in any class of my youth, except perhaps hidden deep out of
sight of the teacher. There were copies of the Karma Sutra and other Sex Ed
publications, along with fictional erotic literature with a definite BDSM bent.
I ran my fingers past copies of "The Story of O" and the collected works of
PeterLoaf. There was also a full collection by some hack who called himself
Leviticus', I've read him, terrible stuff. Oddly enough, there were no copies of
any of the John Norman "Gor" novels, whoever stocked this cupboard had some
taste at least.
I DID smile with satisfaction at an old favorite, "Tessa, the Beckoning Breeze"
by Lyn Davenport. It had been the first BDSM novel I had ever read, and
continued to be a favorite (A real book and author, check it out!).
I had sat down on a stack of big encyclopedias to page through a copy when I
heard the outer door open. I had only opened one of the double doors to come in
and a gust of air must have pushed it because it swung slowly closed, stopping
short of shutting completely. From where I sat in the now dark closet I could
still see most of the front portion of the room, but not toward the doorway
where the new comers were.
"So this is where it happened?" I heard a familiar voice say.
"Yeah, you should have been here, it would have been fun having you along side
me." replied the other voice I expected. It was of course Laura and Amy.
I was going to get up and let them know I was there but something kept me in my
seat. Call it curiosity if you must, but here was an opportunity I hadn't had
before. Ever since we had all got together online, conversation between these
two women had remained a private thing, and being the control freak I sometimes
am it was hard for me to sit back without knowing what was going on between
those two. Here on this trip they had had their private time together, but
still I felt curious about it.
Now here they were!
I know, I should have made a noise right away, but I didn't.
Instead I availed myself of the chance to eavesdrop.
"Oh I don't know," said Laura, "this is more your fantasy than mine, but you
know I like to share anything I can with you."
The women appeared in my field of view and I wondered if I was safe in my dark
shroud. Once again I found myself admiring them. Laura was in a short cotton
pleated skirt that fell to about mid thigh, and a bright yellow T-shirt that was
tight about her breasts and showed her belly. Amy wore a similar skirt and a
white halter top.
Both of them looked stunning, their collars complimenting their beauty.
"Yes," said Amy, almost too softly for me to hear, "sharing is fun."
"We've certainly shared a lot, you and I." Laura said with a smile.
I couldn't see if Amy smiled back, her back was too me, but she reached up and
hugged my wife and the two of them stood like that for a few moments.
"I'm glad it's over." Amy said, parting eventually.
"Me too. I wonder where Kiri is?"
Amy sighed. "Would you think me horrible if I said I really didn't care?"
"Yes, 'cos I know you do!" Laura replied.
Amy turned, and I could partially see her face. She gave a small smile. "Well,
I guess I do...a little. She has led such an awful life. At least we
volunteered to be who we are, but she didn't."
"Yeah, we volunteered." Laura said wistfully.
Amy watched my wife for a minute or two as she walked slowly about the room.
There were times where I couldn't see her myself but I knew where she was
because Amy sat on one of the desks in plain view and kept turning to face her.
"Laura, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Sweety!"
"Are you and Don...well after what we just went through...are you guys going to
keep doing it?"
"What?"
"You know. Are you going to go back to being his slave girl?"
"I would expect so, aren't you?" Laura asked her friend.
"Of course I am, you know I wouldn't want it any other way!"
"Then why did you ask me?"
"I just...wasn't sure. You guys aren't as deep into it as we are."
Laura appeared from one side and took her friend's hand. "We are committed to
this, just like you and Ben are. Even after been captured and almost drowned by
white slavers nothing changes that."
"Good, I'm glad."
Laura smiled and let go. "Besides, the whole thing was so ludicrous it was like
a badly plotted sex novel. I'd much rather just forget the whole thing and go
back to life as normal. And normal life, sister, is me at the feet of my
Master!"
They both laughed and I thought about what I had just heard. It really hadn't
occurred to me that there might be a question of our lives changing over this,
although I had done nothing to push anything BDSM related on Laura this morning.
She had even slept last night without any bondage at all, which was a very
unusual thing. Even what she wore right now was her own choice, although I had
noticed that she hadn't put on any underwear.
That she was willing to go on warmed my heart, I was proud of her strength
though I knew in private she would need my support as the memories of the past
few days echoed through our lives.
I tried to stay still, now was too late to reveal myself.
"It'll be hard to forget Kiri though." Amy said quietly.
Laura nodded.
"Do you think the men will go after her?"
Laura's eyes opened wide. "God I hope not. That's a job for the police not an
investor and a building contractor. Our involvement has ended, if they know
what's good for them!"
Amy chuckled. "Yeah, and if they are planning something we'll have to get them
to change their minds."
"We'll go on strike." Laura said with a grin.
"Er...do that and the only striking I can see happening are their canes on our
butts!"
"Ow!" Laura cried out, both women giggling.
"How is your butt anyway?" Amy asked.
Laura looked at her behind. "Not so bad. Still a little sore but not bad
really?"
Amy reached for Laura's skirt. "Mind if I check?"
Laura smiled and turned slightly. Amy lifted the back of Laura's skirt with one
hand and ran her other hand slowly across Laura's bare buttocks. Still visible
were the strike marks from when I had caned her, yet Amy's touch caused my wife
no obvious discomfort.
"This vacation has made me aware of a lot of things." Laura said, both hands on
a desk as Amy rubbed her buttocks.
"What?" Amy said.
"I never would have thought myself attracted to another woman, I never would
have thought that I would have liked the feel of another woman caressing me
there, or even allowed it. Yet..."
"Yet what?" asked Amy, her face friendly and curious.
Laura took a deep breath. "Yet I do enjoy it, very much. I don't know if any
other woman would have this affect on me, but you definitely do."
Amy stopped rubbing. She got off her seat and walked around to face my wife.
Without a word she took Laura's face in both hands and kissed her slowly on the
mouth.
In my little closet I watched this open mouthed, a familiar stirring in my
shorts. Why does watching two women making out stir men so much? I hear that
the opposite does NOT have the same affect on most women!
I guess watching any two women do this would have excited me, but because it was
the two women that meant most to me in my life it affected me even more!
As the kiss continued I felt a pang of jealousy for a second, but I couldn't
figure out if I was jealous of my wife having such affection for another, or if
I was jealous of her being able to kiss Amy while I couldn't.
The kiss broke and both women looked at each other.
"I guess Kiri was right!" Laura said.
Amy nodded slowly. "Was she right about everything?"
"What do you mean?"
"You and Ben, do you really want him?"
"Of course I do, silly! Haven't we been fantasizing about each other's men for
ages?"
Amy shook her head. "No, seriously. Do you want Ben? Do you want to be with
him? Do you want to fuck him, to take him inside you, to be his sex slave and
obey EVERY order he gives you?"
Laura looked a little stunned but I was at a bad angle and couldn't see her
clearly. She was evidently breathing hard though, and she looked odd still
leaning on the desk with her skirt still lifted high off her butt.
There was a moment of silence, and Amy wasn't the only one eager to hear the
answer to this one.
"Yes." was all Laura said, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Somehow I felt I should have felt something, after all I had just heard my wife
declare her sexual want for another man.
Yet all I could feel was a little relief and happiness.
Why?
I know I had wanted us to trade, and I knew that Ben was in favor of it all.
Social conditioning was playing havoc with my own wants and beliefs. What man
is okay with his wife seeking satisfaction with another man?
One who is confident that his wife loves him and that such a coupling, while it
might contain affection of it's own, pales in comparison to that love.
Hey, it was the best I could come up with at the time in my little closet.
In the mean time things in the class room were still going on.
Amy had stood up straight, and so had Laura. Both faced each other like
gunslingers.
"Does that bother you?" Laura asked, eventually.
"A little." Amy said.
"Nothing has to come of it, Amy. Nothing will happen between Ben and I if you
don't want it to."
"That depends on the men don't you think?"
"They wont force us." Laura declared.
"I'm not too sure. That time they had us staked out on the sand it felt pretty
much that they had decided to swing right there! I'm still not sure who did
what to whom, and we all did get...very intimate."
"Yes, we did." Laura said with a faint smile. She was probably remembering how
Ben's penis had rubbed back and forth across her stomach while he applied sun
screen to her body.
"The way Don looks at me sometimes, like he wants to devour me." said Amy.
"I'll ask him to stop if you don't like that."
"No...don't say anything."
"DO you like it?" my wife asked her.
After a pause Amy nodded.
"Do you want him to...?"
"If I say yes there would be nothing keeping me from refusing you Ben!"
Laura studied her for a moment. "If you say no you'll be lying to both of us!"
"Can I think on it for a little while?"
"Sure. But I want to ask you this. If the men decide they've waited long
enough and order us to spend some time with the other, would you?"
"I always do what I'm ordered to do." said Amy with a small smile.
"Oh yeah?" Laura said, chuckling. Both women began to laugh quietly and I
realized the that the tension in the room was being broken.
Laura went over to the Teacher's desk and picked up the cane. It looked strange
in her hands for a moment.
"This looks well used." she said.
Amy smiled. "You look good with it, like a school mistress, but not in that
outfit."
Laura looked over at the clothes rack and took down the gown, slipping it over
her head. It hid her brief sexy clothing and gave her some authority.
"That's better, Maam." Amy said with a big smile.
Laura looked stern and brought the cane down sharply on the desk, making both me
and Amy jump.
"Sit!" she said, trying to keep a straight face.
With a giggle Amy picked a desk and sat down.
"And wipe that smile from your face!" Laura yelled.
"Sorry, Maam."
"You will be young lady! I'm tired of you coming late into my classroom and
disrupting the other students!"
Amy looked like she was about to say that she was the only student, but thought
better of it. Instead she sunk down a little in her seat.
"Sorry, Maam. It wont happen again."
"That's what you said last time. Did you at least bring me an apple? You know,
an apple for the teacher?"
Amy looked up bewildered.
"No Maam?"
Laura smiled. She sat back against her desk and put her feet up on the desks in
front of her. Pulling up the gown she revealed her pantyless state to the entire
room.
"Then I expect you will have to get into my good graces another way!"
Amy stared at Laura for a few seconds, and Laura tapped her pussy with the cane.
This made Amy grin. "Yes Maam. This low girl will do what ever she has to to
get back in your good graces!"
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
I watched amazed, as Amy got up and knelt between the legs of my wife. With
barely any hesitation she began to use her tongue and mouth on her pussy.
Laura reached down with both hands and ran her fingers through Amy's hair. "No
matter what our men decide, I do love you." she said.
Amy paused and looked up. "I love you too, Maam. But then you always knew that
didn't you."
Laura nodded and Amy went back to work.
Feeling very aroused myself I watched breathlessly as Laura was slowly brought
to orgasm, her eyes tight shut and her familiar sing song way of panting when
close to orgasm clearly audible.
There was one more surprise though. As Laura came she opened her eyes and just
happened to be staring my way. Her eyes grew wide as the orgasm hit full force
and it took a second for me to realize she had spotted me in the closet.
I put a finger to my lips in the hope that she understood that I didn't want Amy
to know.
Laura stayed silent but didn't look away until the orgasm faded.
"That was...quite sufficient." Laura said to her friend.
Amy knelt back, a big smile on her face while Laura stood up and made herself
presentable.
"That was fun, Laura, you make a good Domme." Amy said.
"The game isn't over yet!" Laura said with authority, and Amy grinned some
more.
Laura went over to the black board, catching her breath. She found a piece of
chalk and held it out to her 'student'.
"One hundred lines. 'I must not forget Miss Laura's apple'!"
"What?" Amy said.
Laura used the cane to make her point, smacking another desk. "Lines, girl!"
Flushed, Amy took the chalk and, glancing at Laura, began to write on the black
board.
"Don't turn around until you are done!" Laura said, and she slowly drifted over
to where I was hiding. She opened the door slightly and came in.
"What are you doing here?" she whispered.
"I was here first." I whispered back. "Can you keep her distracted while I get
out?"
"Yes, Sir. Don, did you hear everything?"
"I heard and SAW everything!"
"Oh God!" Laura said blushing.
"Go back out, make sure she doesn't turn around...oh, and have her raise the
back of her skirt!"
"What? You men!" Laura said with a smile.
I chuckled and Laura stepped back into the room.
She walked casually over to where Amy stood and watched her write for a moment.
"That's awfully sloppy hand writing."
"Sorry, Maam. I'm not used to chalk."
"Excuses are for lazy people!" Laura said with some authority. "Reach back and
raise your skirt!"
Without a word Amy did so, tucking the skirt up into the waist band and
revealing that she too wore no underwear.
Laura took the can and placed in on Amy's bare cheeks, as if measuring for a
strike.
Amy froze.
"Did I tell you to stop writing?" Laura said sweetly.
"No, Maam." Amy said, picking up the chalk and resuming where she had left off.
Laura tapped Amy's butt with the cane and Amy's legs shifted, spreading a little
wider.
Laura looked down and with a finger, wiped between the other girl's thighs.
With a glance at me, Laura licked the finger and smiled.
I would have stayed to see what happened next, but I was in desperate need of
relief myself. So reluctantly I tip toed across the room and out the door, and
headed straight for our cabin!
End of Part 20
