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  "ON THE WATER"  is a fantasy adventure, in 29 chapters.
 Original fiction from a famous writer, using the alias "Leviticus" .
 
 The novel as I found it (Years ago), had a few impossible details,
and several technical errors, and many lines longer as a meter( 3 feet ),
all repaired now (I hope!),
 And the lines are now max. a little longer as half my 28" screen.
 
Personal "description" :
 
The story is slow starter,  with UNneccessary much technical details.
But once it start for actions - it develop Quickly to a readable story.
 
 For a Man's eyes :
A LOT of exciting, inspiring, erotic BDSM-actions, all nice well written.
 
For a woman's eyes ( at least mine ) :
 Boring, and sometimes very dangerous "actions". 
 par example
 - What girl would sit with her bare ass on an unknown public restaurant-chair?! -
 - How dare You, two girls locked in chains, while steering a boat alone, between reefs! -
 - Stupido idea - Anchor a Yacht in pirate area, without a good gun at hand. -
 
 About the "setting: I am looking for a "cruise_invitation" like this, for myself.
 But then a bit more inspiring and respectfully heavy and some safety.
 
 Good luck, with reading this 29 chapters, Take Your time !  Its worth it.
 
  Regards,
 
Rosalynn
 
NB.  I have NO idea if copyright is still valid ( after some 20 Years ).
 
 R.

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 On te WATER
by Leviticus
 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,
who's 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 and watched other hotel guests getting 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.
 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 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 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 like 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 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 the luxury of continuing 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,
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 this friendly couple who shared our kink.
We began to slowly share our lives with each other, first in 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 others 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 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 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 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 wont 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 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, 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.
Lets keep them guessing as to who is playing with them."
 
Ben chuckled. "I always like 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 breaths 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 cant 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 when ever 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 sing song 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 joined her.
We made slow passionate love,
with me eventually entering her, while Laura sang her breathless song of love.
 
End of Part 1.

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on the water 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 been 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 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 State room 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 was 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 head room.
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,
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 a 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 pilot house.
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 wont. 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 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 me and Laura.
 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 wanted, and if you both feel it is something you cant do 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 lent forward against the roof of the pilot house.
"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 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 on to 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.

End of Part 2

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ON the WATER
 Part 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 it's 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 fore deck, 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, doing 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 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 it. 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 drinks 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, hogtied 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 hogtie.
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 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 woman who struggled to lift a row boat off the roof.
"Shouldn't we help them?" I asked Ben.
"They'll be fine." the big man replied.
 They were.
 Amy and Laura successfully moved the row boat 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 and 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 row boat 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 fire wood 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 camp fire and went to the row boat.

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 loose 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 off 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, I 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 cant 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. "Where you watching her hands, when I was striking Amy?" he asked me.
I shook my head. "No, but she was holding on to 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 choose 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 row boat,
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.
 
End of Part 3

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  On The WATER  chapter 4
by Leviticus
 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 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 us 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 draw 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 cant eat.
 Then its 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 every day 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 fore deck 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 shower head, 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 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, lets prepare to get underway." Ben said to me.
 
 "You cant 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 he 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 as well as the boat.
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 sea sick. 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 to 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 pail in comparison.
 
I reached out and brushed one of the welts with my fingers and 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.

End of Part 4

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