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ON THE WATER
part 5 
 It was getting close to lunch time and I crept below to untie the women so they could prepare our food.
I was more than a little curious as to what they had been doing bound so tightly together.
 
 I peeked through the door to our cabin and saw them both as I had left them, bound face to face,
a crotch rope connected to their tightly bound hands, lying on the bunk, my wife's back to the door.
The only difference was the cloth gags they both wore, Ben's addition.
 
 It was apparent to me that while they had been left here to rest, they hadn't gotten any.
Laura was in the process of pulling on her crotch rope, making it move only an inch or so.
Then it was pulled back by Amy, the slack taken out.
 
 I had thought I had pulled the slack out of the rope,
but they had evidently found an inch and had put it to good use.
 
 The inside of the cleft at the top of my wife's thighs was soaked, as was the rope,
and the smell in the room told me that it wasn't urine.
The women had been slowly rubbing themselves silly with that inch of rope.
I don't know if they had been able to cum, but it looked like they had really tried.
 
 Laura was panting in her sing song way behind her gag, she was very turned on.
Amy was silent and since I didn't know her sexually, I had no idea what signals she gave,
except for how she closed her eyes.
 
I decided to make myself known.
I slammed open the door, making both women jump!
"What's going on in here!" I bellowed.

 Amy looked up guiltily while Laura craned her neck around to see me.
She began trying to talk through her gag but I ignored her.
Instead I stepped forward and slid my hand onto her crotch from behind.
It was sopping wet and I could feel her swollen labia very easily.
 
 "Did I TELL you that you had permission to pleasure yourself?" I asked her loudly.
Laura quit trying to speak, her eyes growing wide. In her head she was probably going 'oh shit'.
While I had never actually said anything to her about her sexual freedom,
we had over time drifted into her only being sexually stimulated when I wanted her to be.
Evidently she took the crotch rope for permission to play,
and now here I was yelling at her for doing just that.
She shook her head.
I looked over at Amy who looked like a frightened deer.
 
 I reached over and placed my hand between her legs, and found her in the same condition.
Amy held her breath at my touch, this was farther than I had ever gone with her, farther than I should.
"And you," I said to her, removing my hand and standing up,
"What do you think Ben would say if he saw this?"
   
 Amy shuddered. I knew from Ben that Amy WAS under a form of chastity enforcement.
I wondered myself what Ben would say, although he must have seen the crotch rope
and must have know what a temptation it would be to our slightly over sexed companions.
 
 I began to untie them in the reverse way I tied them. First their legs and ankles.
Then I helped them stand on rather shaky legs.
Then I undid their body ropes and elbows before tackling the crotch rope and their wrists.
 
 "Stand legs apart with your hands behind your heads." I ordered as the ropes came off.
Soon both women, sporting red lines from the ropes, were standing as instructed.
 
 They were both still obviously turned on, their labia clearly visible in their swollen state.
It must have taken a lot of rubbing to get that far.
Laura especially for she was a lot more swollen than Amy.
 
"Did either of you cum?" I asked them.
They shook their heads, the gags still on them.
"Don't lie to me." I warned them.
They both shook their heads harder.
"Okay. Wait here." I smiled and left them alone to ponder their fate, heading top side again.

Ben was at the helm, the sail up once more.
"How were they?" Ben asked me.
I laughed. "I'm surprised you cant smell them up here!"
"The crotch rope was that effective huh?" Ben asked, watching the sail with a smile.
"Oh they worked at it, but if you believe them they didn't cum."
"Oh, I'd believe them." Ben said.
"Amy knows the penalty for lying and she wouldn't lie for Laura either."
 
"Is Amy in trouble?" I asked, truly concerned.
"Yes, but I'm not going to make a big deal out of it.
It's not worth a caning so soon after her last one."
"Good." I said, relieved.
 
 "I'll just give her a quick spanking,
on top of those welts it will be enough." grinned Ben.
 Here, you take the wheel and I'll get them started on lunch."
I took the wheel and with a little difficulty managed to hold our course in the wind of the day.
 
At one point I heard a woman scream once but that was it, more of a yelp really than a scream.
Eventually Ben came back out, carrying a pillow and his cane.
"You okay?" he asked me.
"Yeah, the wind is tough today." I replied. "What about Amy?"
Ben shrugged. "A couple of bare handed spanks, that's all. Just a reminder."
 
 The deck had been tilted a few degrees due to the wind on the sail,
but at that moment it shifted even more.
Ben put down what he was carrying and, watching the sail and the horizon,
worked a winch until the boat's tilt evened out a little.
 
"Keeping the sail in trim is half the battle." he said to me.
I nodded, wondering why he had brought up his cane.
He picked up the pillow and with some rope lashed it to a deck railing.
Then he picked up the cane and took a few practice strikes on the pillow.

 "Time to teach you how to use this." he said.
"What, now?" I asked, a little worried about steering the boat.
He walked over and took the wheel, handing me the cane.
 
It was the first time I had ever held one.
It was about three feet long, made of a dark wood with a curled handle.
It was about as thick as my little finger and flexible enough to almost bend double.

I was surprised at the weight. It was heavier than I thought it would be.
"You like?" Ben asked me. I shook my head.
"Good." he said. "Then you wont be tempted to use it without true cause."
"I don't know if I want to use it at all!" I said honestly.
"I understand. But you wont know for sure until you try.
I want you to practice on that pillow."

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

 "What are you going to hit?" Ben asked me.
"This pillow?" I said, a little confused by the question.
"No, that's Laura right there.
It's never a pillow, and when you do get around to using the cane on Laura,
don't think of her as a pillow or anything to make it easier to hit her.
 
 Her safety depends on you always keeping her in your mind. Got that?"
I nodded, staring at the pillow,
imagining it was my wife bound over the railing of the speeding boat,
her bare upturned buttocks completely open to the cane.
I could also see her eyes staring at me, imploring me to untie her and take her into my arms.
 
 I closed my eyes and cleared my head,
resolving to have her wear a blindfold when we did this for real.
Ben kept on talking.
 
 "You will want to strike the fleshiest part of her rump on down,
never up, not with a cane.
You can cause serious bruising if you hit her tail bone.
If you have to miss try to make it miss low, not high.
   
 Use the outer half of the cane to strike with, not the end, not the middle.
If you use the end you run the risk of gouging her flesh with the tip of the cane,
cutting it deeply into her.
If you use the middle then the end of the cane can curl around
and strike her on the side over the hip bone, or even curl underneath.
 
 If you hit her thighs, again make it the back of her thighs,
where the muscle is thickest, not the sides and definitely not the insides
unless you are a sadist which I know you aren't."
I nodded again.
 
"Pick a spot, and take a swing." he ordered.
I took a stance and gave the pillow (Laura) a whack. I was high.
"Try again." Ben said gently from his place at the wheel.
I did and over corrected coming in low.

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

 "Hows your aim?" Ben asked me shortly.
"You look like you're coming down at the same spot each time."
"Pretty good I think." I said, my arm a little tired.
"Okay, now we go for force. You have to start hitting harder."
 
"Harder?" I asked, looking at him for the first time since we started.
"Yes. Do you remember the sound the cane made when I punished Amy on the beach?"
Did I! THAT sound will stay with me.
I nodded.
 
 "Try to find that sound. It may be hard in this wind but try."
I turned back to the pillow and after taking a deep breath I began to strike it again.
Each time I went a little harder thinking that this time it HAD to be hard enough.
After a half dozen strikes was I slightly getting close to the whistling sound
the cane made when Ben used it earlier.
 
 I was still on target though, which actually made me feel good.
After a particularly hard hit on target I looked up with a thin smile at Ben
and saw Laura standing in the cabin stairwell.
 
She was watching me with a scared look on her face,
her hands cuffed together and attached by a short chain to her collar.
My smile instantly dissolved.
 
 "Lunch is ready." she said, just audible over the wind.
I said nothing, I just stared at her.
"Laura, have Amy bring me my food out here. I don't want to leave the wheel." Ben told her.
"Yes Sir." Laura said, and she ducked down inside.
I turned to Ben. "How long was she standing there?"
"Long enough to see that you could do it!" Ben answered.
I put the cane down and went below.
The rest of the afternoon went by without my saying much.
 
 Ben and I took turns at the helm while below the women cleaned.
When they were done we let them enjoy their free time sunning themselves on the fore deck.
 
 Ben kept up a rambling story about his business while I thought mainly about punishment.
I really needed something to take my mind off it.
 
 "Laura!" I called out from the stern, making my wife turn around.
I waved her over and she padded over to me, naked but for her leather wrist and ankle cuffs.
 
 "Ben, if you don't mind, my wife and I are going below for some conjugal bliss." I said.
Ben grinned. "Have a good time!"
Laura blushed and smiled.
Below I led her to our cabin and began to undress. She must have sensed my mood.
 
 "Are you okay?" she asked me.  I nodded.
Laura gave me that look, you know the one.
The look women give men when they believe they're been treated like idiots.
"Do you want to talk about it, Donald?" Laura asked.
"No. I want to do the opposite of talking right now. Get on the bed!"
 
 Laura still looked concerned, but once I was naked she smiled and did as I bid.
I took her roughly, throwing her about the bunk.
I used ropes occasionally to tie down parts of her body,
but I was forever changing her position.
Through it all Laura puffed and moaned in her sing song way,
cuming together with me in mutual bliss.
 
Through sex I was able to put punishment out of my mind.
 
 We arrived at the island just before supper and I helped Ben stow the sail.
Unlike our previous overnight stop we would not be going ashore here.
The island wasn't much more than a craggy outcropping with steep cliffs and no beach,
but it did have a small sheltered cove in which we could anchor for the night.
Not the prettiest place I know, but it would do for our needs.
 
 The women as usual cooked and we ate in the booth.
Laura, Ben and I shared the bench seat with Laura in the middle,
while Amy stood or kneeled, still to sore to sit with any comfort.
 
 After dinner we went out and swam for a while in the warm water,
the four of us naked and playful.
 Ben produced a couple of sets of snorkels and fins and taught Laura and myself the basics.
We had a lot of fun swimming down among the fish that occupied the cove,
wary of the coral that could have cut us to shreds.
 
 It was a pleasant evening.

 We finished out the night on the boat, playing Monopoly of all things.
Just two couples enjoying a quiet evening together
with the only unusual aspect being both women being nude.
 
There was one other thing.
"Is that a boat?" Amy said, glancing out one of the pilot house.
It was dark outside now, certainly not a time to go sailing,
but when I looked up I saw lights off in the distance.
 
Ben stiffened, concerned, and gestured for me to follow him on deck.
"Get some clothes on and go wait in my cabin." Ben told the women.
Laura looked like she had a question but Amy touched her shoulder and shook her head.
 
I too had questions.
I followed Ben top side and watched as he pulled a set of binoculars from a cubby hole.
He focused them on the distant lights.
 
 "What's up?" I asked him.
He said nothing, he just kept watching.
"Ben, what's going on?" I urged.
"Sometimes, Don, it really pays to be careful." Ben said.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means you cant afford to be too comfortable about this area."
"Why not?"
 
I could just see Ben in the dim light, he turned and gave me a small smile. "Pirates."
"You're kidding right?"
He shook his head.
"You're talking about Yo-ho-ho-and-a-bottle-of-rum-Long-John-Silver types right?"
I asked him, thinking he was joking.

 "Not exactly." Ben replied.
"These aren't your Errol Flynn types but the trade is the same.
Modern boats, modern weapons,
half the time you wouldn't even recognize a pirate boat if you saw one!
They don't fly the Jolly Roger any more.
Forget your movie images of what pirates should be, they have!"
 
I laughed. "But in this day and age?"
"Don't laugh. It's true.
There are more people sailing these waters now than there have ever been,
rich pickings for those unscrupulous enough to want it!" Ben said very seriously.
 His attitude was serious enough that I began to think he wasn't having me on.
 
"Do you think that boat is a pirate ship?" I asked him.

 Ben shrugged. I doubt it.
But anything coming close to us that I cant identify I want to be careful of.
Especially with the women aboard."
 
I nodded and thought of my wife being taken by pirates. Not a pretty thought.
The boat was close enough now that we could hear it's engines.
I glanced up at the mast where a light shone.
 
"Ben, shouldn't we shut that off?" I said, pointing.
"No point. They will already have seen it and no doubt they have us on radar."
"Oh."

 We watched for a little longer and saw that the boat didn't come directly for us.
Instead it got about a couple of hundred yards away and shut off it's engines.
In the silence I could hear faint laughter and music floating across the water.
It was a bigger boat than ours by far, that much I could see without the binoculars.

"Sounds like a party." I said.
Ben nodded and handed me the glasses.
Putting them to my eyes I could clearly see the boat now.
 
 It looked like to me to be a large cabin cruiser,
one of those monsters with two or three interior decks and room for a band.
Part of the deck was lit up as was the entire interior from the look of the portholes.
There were also navigation lights galore.
If this boat was trying to sneak up on us they were doing it in a very weird way.
 
I saw a fair amount of movement inside and a lone man at the bow, probably setting the anchors.
I handed the glasses back.
 
"Pirates." I said with a laugh.
 Ben chuckled. "I guess not. They must be here for the same reason we are.
But it might be best if we keep an eye on them for a while."
"If you say so Ben. Shall I tell the ladies it's alright?"
 
"Sure. It's bed time anyway. I'll stay up for a few hours and then I'll come in.
You get the women and yourself settled for the night."
 
 "No Ben. You've been wrestling with this boat all day." I replied.
"You go get some sleep and I'll take the watch."
Ben looked at me and handed me the binoculars.
"Good man. Come get me if anything happens."
 
I smiled. "Sure, at the first sign of an eye patch or a wooden leg I'll be knocking at your door."
I laughed, but Ben's smile was faint. He pointed at a locker next to the helm.
"There's a flare gun in there, just in case."

Leaving me wondering in case of what, Ben went below.
 
End of Part 5

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on the water
chapter 6

Some watch dog I was.

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

 The yacht was in the same place although most of the lights on it were now off.
The sound of music was also gone as were the faint sounds of what ever party they had been having.
Except for the rain it was all quiet.
 
 I cursed myself for having fallen asleep.
If the boat had meant pirates we could have been boarded and murdered with out my ever knowing it.
I was stupid, yet in my defense standing guard was not exactly something I did every day.
 
 Still, it seemed quiet now. I took one last look at the yacht, intending to head to Laura and our bed,
when I saw something that stopped me.
 
 In the dim light I could just make out two people coming out on deck.
I heard laughter as one began running forward from the stern, the other giving chase.
The runner passed under a bright light and I saw it was a woman, topless, in panties or bikini bottoms.
The man chasing her was in boxers.
 
 I watched as he caught her on the fore deck, turning her around and kissing her.
She didn't struggle much, in fact she reached around and held him to her.
Evidently there was nothing happening there that was forced in any way.
 
"Pirates." I grumbled, thinking that Ben had to have been joking after all.
I went back inside out of the rain.

 In our cabin I stripped off my now wet clothes and dried off before slipping into bed.
My wife was sleeping in a T-shirt, rather unusual,
because ever since I had known her she had always slept nude.
She was also unbound, not even wearing the cuffs I had put on her.
 
She woke as I climbed in next to her.
"Is everything okay?" she asked me sleepily.
"Yeah. It's just a boat full of drunk party go-ers." I replied.
"Good." Laura said, and she struggled out of her shirt.
She shivered when our skins met, my body cooler from the night air and the rain.
 
 "I'm sorry I wore that shirt, but Ben told me it would be better if I had something on...
just in case."  she whispered.
"It's okay." I said, yawning.
"He also cut the locks on my cuffs, say that you can replace them in the morning, he has plenty."
"I understand." I said, tired and wanting to sleep.
 
 "Donny?" Laura said after a short while.
"Yeah?"
"Can you tie my hands?" Laura pulled her wrists behind her.
 
 I was a little surprised, thinking that she might like a break from always sleeping like that.
But I guess after a year of sleeping the same way you get so used to it that any change is difficult.
 
 I slid out of bed and in the dark found some of the rope I had used on her and Amy earlier.
I bound her hands behind her and then slipped back into bed.
As I snuggled up against her back Laura gripped my penis in one bound hand.
Like that we both went to sleep.
 
 I woke to the sound of the engine start and the sound of heavy rain pounding the deck above the cabin.
Laura was gone, on her morning duties I assumed, so I got out of bed and made a trip to the head.
 
Pulling on a pair of shorts I headed forward and found Ben seated at the navigation console.
He had a radio on giving him the weather and he was watching the radar.
"Hi!" I said.
"Hey! I take it things were okay last night!" Ben said.
"Yeah, fine. Where are the women?" I asked him
 
 Ben pointed out the windows and I could see Amy and Laura out in the pouring rain,
nude, in their hobbles, scrubbing the boat like they had done the morning before.
"Er...isn't that a little redundant?" I asked Ben.
"It's the work that's important, not so much the results." Ben said with a grin.

I laughed. "I would like to have seen their faces when you told them that they had to go out there!"
 
 "Oh you would have loved it!" chuckled Ben. "In fact, you get a chance to see them right now.
I need you to go out an haul in the anchors."
"What, in that?"
"Sure. Don't worry the rain is somewhat warm. Like taking a luke warm shower."
"Great." I said sarcastically. "And where will you be?"
 
 Ben patted the mass of electronics in front of him. "Right here.
I can run the boat from here and stay dry.
There isn't a reef to cross here so I don't really need to go up on deck."
 
 I laughed and shook my head. "I guess its the rain for me!"
I padded up the stairs and through the hatch to the open deck.
The rain actually did feel good, nothing like the cold rains of home.

 It was coming down harder than it was the night before,
and had drummed up a mist that obscured the island from view.
It also almost hid the other boat in the cove, it's outline only barely visible.
 
 I could see both women from where I was.
Amy was kneeling on the stern deck, scrubbing with a brush, her feet held apart by her spreader bar.
Her short hair looked like a helmet on her head, matted down by the rain.
She looked up at me and smiled and I smiled back. She looked so sexy and vulnerable down there.
She glanced over toward our neighbors and bent low to her work.
 
 I turned to Laura who was standing beside the pilot house.
She had her cuffs locked back on her wrists and ankles and was busy buffing the deck rails,
a hopeless job in the rain. She had an eye on the boat just barely visible in the distance.
 
 I could tell from her body language that she wasn't too thrilled about being out here.
I bet she was very uncomfortable with being nude out here with the other yacht close by.
 
 I smiled and headed forward.
When I got there I waved at the windows in the front of the pilot house and the engine gunned,
moving the boat forward.
It was a simple matter to pull up both anchors and I left them on the deck for Amy to put away.
 
Slipping out of my now wet shorts I stopped at a locker before heading back to my wife.
God she looked beautiful, her very long blonde hair plastered to her back like a single rope of gold.
Her skin sleek and shiny from the warm rain.

 I have to admit I have a special fetish for wet women,
especially for the way their hair looses its shape and conforms to the body under it.
It's like it brings out their natural beauty, giving them an innocence,
an unspoiled look exactly the way nature intended.
 When wet, all women are beautiful.
 
 Laura saw me walking naked up to her and paused, her eyes wide and betraying her nervousness.
 "Donny!" she said, giving the boat across the cove an anxious look.

"Hush." I said as I approached.
She saw what I was carrying, rope from the locker. "But..."
"Not another word!" I ordered.
I took her hands and had her hold on to the brass railing, tying them in place with plenty of rope.
Then I bent low and with the master key on the chain about my neck I unlocked her hobble.
 
As I stood I saw Laura's eyes on me, she could see how aroused I was
and knew then that I wasn't to be stopped.
She looked over at the yacht which could be seen a little clearer now that we were moving.
Apparently we had to pass a little closer to it in order to leave the cove.
 
I didn't care.

 I stood behind my wife and began to massage her breasts with one hand, her sex with the other.
I could tell that it wasn't just the rain that had her wet,
my fingers slipped easily in and out of her.
I knew that dangerous sex was a particular turn on for her,
despite her protests and that this situation certainly counted.
 
She moaned at my touch, already in need, her eyes closing.
I lifted her by the hips, lowering her carefully onto me, feeling her warmth envelop me.
It was oh so very sweet.
Laura wrapped her legs around, crossing her ankles behind me and holding on as I knew she would.
Her weight was mostly taken by her arms but she was supported elsewhere now too.
 
Still I knew that in this position she would quickly tire.
Using my own strength, I began pumping her hips,
lifting them up and down as she traveled the length of my dick.
 
Laura began her song once more as she worked her vaginal muscles,
oblivious to the fact that we were drawing closer to the other yacht.
 
I pumped harder and harder, my pleasure rising with each stroke,
the rain adding to that pleasure the same way it did when we made love in the shower.
Laura began to cry out, her grip on me tightening.
In a flash I began to cum, pumping my seed deep into her,
but I still kept her moving and a moment later I could feel Laura's own orgasm hammering at her.
 
 We stood stock still as we experienced the final high,
locked together in that intimate embrace, and then we relaxed.
 
I had closed my own eyes at that point and when I opened them I saw that we were
less than fifty yards from the other boat and pulling away,
the name on the stern now visible, 'Dreamboat'.
I watched it recede and wondered if our actions had been witnessed.
 
It would have been interesting to know.

 I slowly pulled out of my panting wife and lowered her feet to the deck.
She stood half hanging from her arms in post-coital bliss, her eyes still closed,
her hair now hanging down almost obscuring her face.
 
I helped her to stand and hugged her, giving her a kiss every now and then.
"I love you." I whispered into her ear.
Laura smiled a tired smile and giggled, she would be beyond words for a few more minutes.
That was when I remembered that we had a witness after all.
 
Over on the stern deck Amy had been watching us, on her knees, her cleaning forgotten.
I looked up to see her kneeling up right, one hand down at her sex.
She looked me in the eye and smiled, and I knew she had witnessed it all.
I chuckled, surprised at not finding myself embarrassed about it.
Kissing Laura one last time I left her alone, padding along the wet deck to the cabin door.
 
"Let her go in a few minutes and then you guys can finish up." I told Amy.
"Yes Sir!" she replied with a wink, and then she deliberately looked at my half hard penis.
 
 Watching this little nymph looking at me stirred something inside me,
for I quickly grew hard again.
With a smile I shook my finger at her and went in out of the rain.
 
 After drying off, again, and dressing, again, I went to the galley to find some food.
As I passed Ben he chuckled. "Have fun?" he asked.

 I looked over at him and realized that he must have seen us too.
In fact Laura's legs were visible in the window almost next to where Ben was sitting.
He must have gotten an eyeful!
"Always." I replied and put together a plate from the breakfast leavings.
Ben laughed.
 
 As I ate I saw a second pair of bare legs join the first and wondered at Laura's reaction
to Amy having watched us. I made a note to ask her later.
In moments Laura must have been freed for she was soon moving along the rail again,
picking up on her delayed cleaning.
 
 I sat at the booth for the next hour watching through the windows
as Laura and Amy cleaned the 'Kajira', and marveled at their beauty.
 
 For a change we didn't have a day's sailing ahead of us.
By lunch time a large island had appeared on the horizon and was definitely our objective.
 
"Skirts and bikini tops girls!" Ben yelled from the wheel.
It had stopped raining an hour before and the sky was slowly clearing,
so Ben resumed his place at the helm.
 
 Amy and Laura had been wiping down the deck with mops and moved quickly at Ben's command.
Laura stopped though, concern on her face.
"Sir?" she said to Ben. "I didn't bring a skirt."
Ben looked at me. "It's true." I said. "Shorts, swim suits and one dress, but no skirts."
Ben shrugged. "Amy will lend you one." he said.

"Yes Sir!" Laura answered, and she scampered off after her sister in servitude.
"Are we going ashore here?" I asked him.
"Sure. I fancy some real food!" he said with a smile.
 We sailed into a wide bay dotted with other boats and Ben brought us smartly up
to a marina that jutted far out into the water.
 
 An old man had walked out to meet us and caught the rope Amy tossed him with ease,
tying us smartly to the pier.
Ben jumped onto the pier while Amy and I finished securing the boat,
and I watched as Ben negotiated our stay.
The old man seemed amiable and after some cash changed hands he went away smiling.
 
 "Okay folks, lets go!" Ben said, gathering his flock.
We locked the boat up and left it behind, Laura and I walking hand in hand.
 
 Laura looked stunning. She was wearing her red bikini top and a short blue skirt
that only came down to mid thigh. It was made of cotton and seemed to fly everywhere.
Laura had been very self conscious about it when she first showed it to me
since under it she wore nothing,
but I told her it was fine and that she had no reason to fiddle with it.
 
 Amy also looked the part with her red bikini top and a green skirt even shorter than Laura's.
Amy looked a little nervous but resisted pulling down on the skirt by holding her hands behind her.
I liked the way she looked.
Both women were barefoot and in fact I hadn't even brought any shoes for Laura along at all!
 
"Laura." I said to my wife.
"Yes, Donald?"
"See how Amy is walking.
I want you to hold your hands behind your back when ever you are not using them for anything."
Laura looked into my eyes and then did as I asked, knowing a command when she heard one.
 
 "You look fantastic!" I said to her, and she smiled, blushing a little.
We got to the beach and the town beyond, a typical tourist town for the area.
Lots of bars and restaurants and gift shops fronting the bay side.
Past all the glitter I figured the real town lay, where people actually lived and worked.
 
 Ben led us to a restaurant with tables and chairs out on the sidewalk and we found a table.
"Butts directly on the chairs ladies!" I said with a smile, getting groans from both of them.
But they did as I asked, flipping the backs of their skirts up at the last second
so that they sat bare assed on the seats,
Amy shifting a little uncomfortably because of the welts on her ass.
 
Ben grinned as did I when we noticed that a few of the hundreds of people on this busy street
stopped and stared. It wasn't by accident that the women had their backs to the street.
 
"Benjamin! How nice to see you again!"
cried our host when he appeared in the restaurant's doorway.
A rather fat man in a white suit, he made a striking sight.
He came straight over, dancing past the other patrons with ease
before stopping at Ben's side and taking his hand.
 
 "It's been a year already?" he asked. "It can't be!"
Hello Leo. How have you been?"
"The same the same. The doctor tells me to cut back on cigars and fatty foods
but the man is bigger than I am so who is he to talk!" he said with a laugh.
"Ah...little one, you are still as thin as ever!" he said moving on to Amy,
who smiled sweetly at him. "This man isn't feeding you enough I know!"

 Amy giggled. "Hi Leo. How's Belle?"
Leo threw up his arms. "That woman is driving me to drink and not stopping for any red lights!"
Amy laughed, apparently having heard this one before.
 
 "Leo," Ben said, "Let me introduce you to some very good friends of ours.
This is Don and his wife Laura."
Leo came and shook my hand.
 "It is a pleasure to meet you, any friend of Benjamin is always welcome here!"
 "Thank you Leo." I said with a smile.

 Leo moved on to my wife who had watched all this with an open mouth.
"Little Amy. See here, this woman does not starve herself.
She has beauty and grace and does not look like she has been through a famine!"
"Oh Leo." Amy replied.

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

Leo threw up his hands again, then bent low to my wife.
"Beautiful Laura. You take care of the little one, huh?
Make her eat and become perfect like you!"
Laura was blushing. "I'll...try." she said with a smile.
 
 "Good!" Leo said and he took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
"Now, to food!" Leo stood up straight. "Your usual, Benjamin?"
"That's right Leo, for four."
"For four, yes. You may send the ladies in any time!"
"They'll be along real soon!" Ben said.
Leo smiled broadly and, with a cheeky wink at my wife,
he danced his way back into his restaurant.

 "I like him." Laura said,
"But I'm not sure whether to take him calling me fat a compliment or not!"
Amy laughed. "He wasn't calling you fat,
he was saying I'm too thin!" Amy said with a giggle.
 
 It was true. Laura certainly wasn't fat
but she also wasnt skinny like a lot of the women you saw on TV these days.
Laura was very well proportioned with just enough padding all over
to prevent her skeleton from being her most striking feature.
 
 And while Laura might gripe about her weight, I wouldn't have her lose any more for the world!
"Oh Leo is a one of a kind." Ben said.
"Don't worry about it my love." I told her, taking her hand, "You're perfect. Leo said so!"
We all laughed and managed to get a smile out of Laura.

 I turned to Ben. "What's the usual?" I asked, hungry and curious.
"You'll see." said Ben, waving over another waiter.
"Why do we have to go inside?" Laura asked Amy.
"Er...I'll let Ben tell you." Amy answered.
We looked at Ben for an explanation but he was busy ordering our drinks.
When the waiter left Ben leaned forward.

 "A quick explanation. Leo runs an unusual operation here.
His staff is quite accustomed to doing things somewhat differently
than you would find in most other restaurants.
To the casual patron there is nothing different about this place though,
because the real differences are in the kitchen and beyond.
 
 You see, our loud and genial host is also a patron of the art of BDSM,
and his staff all serve him and Belle as more than employees!"
"A BDSM restaurant?" I said, giving the place another look.
"Only in the way it is run." Ben said.
"So why do we have to go inside?" Laura asked again.

 "Because he knows it is your duty to serve us our food, not the duty of his own...staff.
In a second you will both go into the kitchen and wait there until our food is ready,
then you will bring it out to us."
"What?" Laura asked paling a little.
"It's okay, Laura. Nothing will happen to us!" Amy said with a smile.
"Leo is a big cuddly Bear and we trust him implicitly.
 
 All we will do is go in and kneel in a corner until the food is done, that's all."
 Laura looked at me.
"I trust Ben and Amy, don't you?" I asked her.
Laura nodded.
 "Okay then, off with the pair of you, and remember...
Leo really is Master of his kitchen so behave!" Ben ordered.
 
 The girls got up, flashing the street again and Amy led Laura inside.
Our drinks showed up and I took a swig at my beer, wondering what they were going to see!
 

End of Part 6

cocomink:

on the water
 fiction by Leviticus
   Chapter 7

 Amy led Laura through the normal looking dining area to a set of double doors in the back wall.
Laura was feeling rather nervous about the whole thing, her lack of real clothing,
the unknown situation in front of her and that for a while I would be out of earshot of her.
 
 For the first time she would really be dependent on her friend Amy,
a prospect that both scared her and yet thrilled her completely.
Talk about roller coaster emotions!
 
 They passed through two sets of swinging double doors before they reached the kitchen,
and Laura's mouth dropped open.
 
"Laura, over here!" Amy said with a grin, knowing full well what this place looked like to someone new.
Laura followed Amy to a corner and they both dropped to their knees on the hard tile.
Laura and Amy were both used to kneeling on such a hard surface,
having had plenty of practice at our hands.
 
 Amy placed her hands behind her head an pulled her elbows back, lifting her small bust,
her nipples very visible under the thin layer of cloth covering them.
Laura did same and thrust her tits out without much thought,
her mind still on the contents of the room.
 
 "Spread you knees a little more!" Amy hissed, which did catch Laura's attention.
"But...?" she said, quite aware that in her short skirt her pussy might be revealed.
"Do it, or you'll be punished!"
Amy said, her own thighs spread, her skirt riding up dangerously.
Laura was a little panic stricken, she just couldn't do it.
Pushing her breasts out was one thing,
but to purposely run the risk of exposing herself down THERE!
 
Amy sighed, knowing personally the risk Laura was taking.
She turned to face the room.
 
 The kitchen was set up like any restaurant kitchen, a couple of large commercial stoves,
several ovens, lots of counter space for meal preparation.
There were four women and two men working the kitchen,
and it was them that Laura was gawking at, for they all appeared naked.
 
 Appeared was the word, for technically they really weren't nude at all.
All of them had on rubber or plastic outfits that covered them from neck to toe,
protecting them from the dangers of working in a kitchen,
 and also keeping the kitchen itself hygienic.
But the outfits were all transparent
and the bodies of the kitchen staff were all very very visible.
 
 All of them were dark and well built, no skeletons among this crowd,
and Laura was particularly captivated by one young man working at a meat counter.
He was facing the two women and his manhood was something that certainly caught the eye,
falling to half way down his thigh in it's relaxed state.
Laura found herself wondering what it was like erect!
 
 She had always been, for want of a better description, a penis girl.
Marveling at the variety that nature had to offer,
although she had never personally seen one that large.
 
 From time to time she would watch the others doing their jobs,
seemingly oblivious to the fact that their bodies were on display,
but her eyes would always be drawn back to the young meat cutter.
 
 At one point the young man caught Laura's eyes with his own and he gave her a big smile,
knowing full well what she was staring at.
Laura blushed furiously but returned his smile.
 
 A waiter came in and deposited his tray on a counter.
He immediately lifted the smart apron that was part of his outfit
to reveal that the portion of his pants that covered his genitals was cut away.
 
 As he waited for ordered meals to be placed on his tray,
one of the women dropped to her knees and began sucking him to hardness,
only getting up again when he was fully erect.
 
 The waiter moaned a little but dropped his apron and picked up his now loaded tray,
scooting quickly out the door.
Laura wondered if that happened every time,
and if the poor man had to spend his entire shift hard.
 
 Leo came in and glanced about with a smile, a smile that faded slightly when he saw Laura.
"Laura, my perfect one!" he said dancing over.
"Did not the little one show you how I wish you to kneel when in my kitchen?"
Startled, Laura looked down, unable to face him for some reason.
 
"Well?" he asked again, a little harder. Laura heard something in his voice this time,
something that told her that Leo wasn't quite the flake that he appeared to be on the surface.
"Yes, Sir." Laura said.
"Then assume the position asked of you." Leo said evenly.
 
 Amy noticed that the kitchen staff were all watching,
even though none of them had stopped working.
Laura was a little afraid, and very embarrassed. For some reason she just couldn't move.
Leo stood watching her for a moment, before turning to Amy.
"Little one, you did tell her that she would be punished didn't you?" he said to Amy.
"Yes Sir, I told her." Amy replied.

 "Very well." He stepped back and snapped his fingers.
Immediately the two male cooks hurried over.
One dropped to his hands and knees while the other, Laura's friend the meat man,
sat down on the back of his friend.
 
"Go to him!" Leo ordered Laura.
"What?"
"I said go to him. I wont say it again."
Laura looked anxiously at Amy.
"Go," said Amy. "Even if the men were here you would still have to.
This is Leo's kitchen and in here he rules. We are just his guests."
 
"But, what...?" Laura started to ask.
"Hurry! While it can still be settled here!" Amy cried out.
Her biggest concern was that Leo would bring in Ben and myself,
for then we would have a say in Laura's punishment.
 
 "Trust me!" Amy whispered.
Laura managed to stand, taking her hands away from her head.

 "Don't remove your hands." Leo said quietly, so Laura put them back,
this time very aware of what the position did to her body.
She padded over on her bare feet to the two naked in plastic men.
 
 "Now place yourself across the lap of Alfonse there to receive your spanking."
Laura's heart was beating fast, but she did as she was told,
bending over and resting on the lap of the seated cook.
 
 She was aware of so many different things at that moment,
the feel of the warm tile against her toes,
the feel of her silver collar tight around her neck,
the strange feeling of the plastic outfit on her bare midriff,
her fast pumping heart,
something large moving slowly under her stomach pushing up at her,
a warm hand on her back,
another hand taking the hem of her skirt and flipping it up,
the movement of air on her now naked bottom,
the fact that what she had tried to conceal was now very visible to the entire room.
 All this and a sexual stirring too!
 
Laura's breathing got faster.
"I think twenty hard ones should do." Leo said.
 
 Without giving Laura time to think about the number she had just heard,
Alfonse began spanking her. He spanked her hard and fast,
each blow coming down before Laura had time to react to the previous one.
She cried out at the increasing pain but in moments it was over.
 
 "Go back to your place now, Perfect One!" Leo said with a gentle smile.
With tears in her eyes Laura stood,
her skirt falling back to cover her reddening buttocks.
The pain flowed through her but wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be,
giving her a sexual stir.
She fought the urge to bring her hands down to rub her butt,
guessing correctly that such an action would be frowned on.
 
 Leo gestured to where Amy still knelt and Laura resumed her place,
this time spreading her knees.
Leo grinned and went back out to the dining area,
the two male cooks returning to their work after washing their hands.
 
"You okay?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, it was okay." Laura said, surprised to find that it was true.
Amy giggled. "You look like you enjoyed it!"
Laura blushed, and hoped her sexual arousal wasn't too visible.
That thought went out of her head when she looked down to see her nipples almost popping her top off,
as well as the wetness between her legs.
She knelt and enjoyed the warmth spreading through her from her butt.
 
 Ben and I found out about all this when the women came back with our food.
They sat somewhat uncomfortably on their seats and told us the whole story.
 I was interested in seeing this kitchen for myself,
but I was also disturbed at Laura being spanked bare assed
without anyone even consulting me first.
 
 Ben tried to explain the rules: "It's his kitchen and he's within his rights
to administer a simple spanking for such an offense.
His group is very strict on that."
 
"His group?" I asked.
 "Yes. There is a large BDSM group operating in private here in the islands.
 We don't have much to do with them ourselves,
but we've been coming here enough for them to treat us like their own."
 
 "Ah." I said, still a little miffed but willing to learn
as long as Laura wasn't in any real danger.
She certainly hadn't really suffered from the experience.
"Are we going to have any more to do with them this trip?"
"I wasn't planning on it." Ben said.
 
 Leo showed up with a grin on his face.
"How is the food Gentlemen, Ladies?"
We all mumbled good things about the food,
which turned out to be large hamburgers with many different cheeses and a red spicy sauce.
I thought it was an unusual dish to have in an island paradise,
but one bite convinced me that paradise was where this burger belonged.
 The sauce was heaven!
 
"Ah, Little One, you have eaten it all! Good!" smiled Leo, patting Amy on the head.
Amy grinned up at him. "Would I dare not eat your wonderful food, Leo?" Amy said.
Leo's grin got wider and he shook his finger at her. "Very smart!"
He and Amy both laughed and he turned his attention to my wife.
 
"Beautiful Laura, I hope there are no hard feelings from inside?" he said, taking her hand.
"No, none Sir." Laura said with a smile of her own.
"Good! And dear lady out here it is Leo, in there...it is Sir."
 He kissed her hand and stood up straight, turning his attention to me.
 "Sir, your wife is a pearl among pearls, but her discipline..."
he shook his hand in that see saw way.
 "I trust my corrections met with your aproval."
   
 I looked at my wife who sat uncomfortably on her seat,
her butt evidently too sore for her to sit still on.
"You were quite correct to punish her Leo. Ben trusts you, which means so do I!"
Leo nodded in satisfaction and stuck his chin out at Ben.
 
 "Benjamin! Three days! Kopachi's villa! Bring your friend and the young ladies!
I won't take no for an answer!"
Ben laughed. "We'll see."
"You will be there, or next time I make you pay for your food!"
Leo proclaimed, and he danced away.
 
"Kopachi's villa?" I asked.
Ben chuckled. "Another group member. Evidently having a party or something."
"Will we go?"
"Do you want to? These kinds of parties can get rather weird and a little explicit.
That's why we usually avoid them."
   
 Laura and I looked at each other.
We had been on our own with our BDSM kink until coming out here to meet Ben and Amy,
our home not exactly receptive to much that wasn't "normal".
The prospect of meeting others, if only this once, was attractive to both of us.
Laura gave me a small nod.
 
"Yeah, we do?" I said to Ben.
He nodded. "Okay, I guess we're going to a party."
 
 The next couple of hours were spent touring the shops that lined the bay.
We gave Laura and Amy some money and sent them off on their own,
Ben and I both veterans of shopping with women.
 
 We spent more time in the sports shops and I watched
while Ben purchased some scuba gear and had it sent to the 'Kajira'.
We then stopped at a grocery store and had some food stuffs delivered as well.
We also spent a little time in a bar and he got me talking about our lives at home,
 pretty dull stuff.
 
 Eventually we spied our lovely companions walking down the street, arms laden with bags.
We went out to meet them.
"What did you guys spend all our money on?" I asked them with a laugh.
"Stuff for the party." Laura said. "But you guy's aren't allowed to see it yet."
"Oh really?" I asked.
Laura smiled. "You wouldn't want to spoil a surprise would you?"
"I guess not!"
Ben grinned. "I think we can allow them this one privacy." he agreed.
We all laughed and headed back to the boat.
 
 Once aboard the women stowed their purchases in the single cabin and immediately stripped.
It was time for their interior cleaning duties.
I stopped Laura for a moment, running my hand over her bright red buttocks.
She winced but that was all, so I let her go.
 
 Ben got them chained up and while they cleaned,
Ben and I pulled the cover off the engine compartment and I watched
while he checked the engine over.
 
 Laura and I played privately for a while after that,
bouncing around our small cabin like two energetic puppies!
 The sex was great, and this time Laura gave as good as she got
as she twisted ME into some rather unusual positions.
She would have to get spanked before sex more often!
 
 That evening we ate in town again, a fancier restaurant than Leo's this time,
but with a very uninteresting kitchen.
 
 We still had our fun though as once more the women wore the remote controlled vibrators
and again Ben and I kept secret who controlled who.
 
After dinner we went to a club next door and danced and talked and danced some more.
I found myself dancing with Amy a lot, and enjoyed the chance to be with her.
Online we had talked a great deal, but so far this trip we hadn't really communicated.
 
 She felt good in my arms though and I really enjoyed dancing with her.
We chatted about many things as we danced but it wasn't until we were
together for a very slow number that our talk got serious.
 
 She was against my chest, her head turned and resting just below my chin.
I had one hand on her bare back, no corset under this dress!
I think I may have been a little drunk,
without thinking I was running my hand up and down her spine,
almost sending it down over her buttocks.
 
Amy evidently noticed.
"Any lower with that hand Don, and your fingers will be coming out the bottom of my dress!"
she said to me.
"Oh...sorry." I whispered.
Amy giggled. "It's okay, it feels good."
 
I smiled.
"I'm really glad you guys are here." Amy said.
"So am I." I replied.
"No, I really mean it.
  I was a little afraid that when we met you things would go sour.
 But instead it has been one of the highlights of my life!"
 
 I chuckled and she punched me lightly. "I'm serious now.
Laura has always been as good as a sister to me online,
and I'm really happy that we get along just as well in person!"
 
 "Well," I said to her. "I know that Laura thinks a great deal of you too.
I told you how excited she was when we first started talking about this trip.
She was looking forward to getting closer to you."
 
Amy smiled. "Well she certainly got her chance to get close to me!"

 Now it was my turn to smile again as I remembered how I had bound the two women together.
"I hope you didn't mind spending time with Laura like that?"
"No I didn't mind. I kinda liked it!" Amy blushed a little, or was that just the lighting.
 
"I thought I might have gone too far with you, touching you where I did." I said slowly.
 Now Amy definitely blushed.
"That was...okay too. Did Laura mind?"
"No, she didn't, but I think she was on to much of a sexual high to really care at the time."

Amy paused. "You know that Laura loves you very much."
"I know. She would be crazy to put up with what I ask of her if she didn't love me." I said.
"Well, from where I'm looking, you guys have the perfect relationship!"
"Thanks, and is this observation based on what you saw this morning?"
Amy giggled, a delightful sound, her body rippling against mine.
"Well...you were doing it right in front of me!"
 
"Were you shocked?"
"No...yes...not really...." Amy said something else,
her voice so low I couldn't catch it over the music.
"What was that?"
"I said that watching you both today really aroused me." she whispered.
I smiled again. "Good.
But I have to say that watching you run around naked does wonders for my libido too!"
 
 I could see Amy blush again, and her arms tightened behind me for a second.
"You really are a beautiful woman." I said, meaning it.
"Thank you." Amy said quietly. "I enjoy watching you too!"
I chuckled and bent low, kissing her lightly on the mouth.

She responded for just a second or two before pulling back.
"Oh hell, I'm sorry." I said.
"It's okay. Really. I understand." Amy said, letting go of me.

 The song ended and we parted.
Ben and Laura had been on the dance floor as well and they collected us on the way back to our table.
 Neither of them noticed that Amy and I hardly said anything to each other the rest of the night.
 
End of Part 7

cocomink:
on the water
 
 fiction by Leviticus
 Chapter 8

 We were at sea again by early the next morning.
Ben told me that we had a lot of distance to cover in order to make the next stop before dark,
so we were all up with the birds.
 
 We were under sail almost as soon as we cleared the island
and with the wind at our backs we made good time.

 The women went back to their at sea uniform and their at sea duties,
and I continued my education under Ben's tutelage
as he taught me how to handle both the boat and the cane.
I was thrilled at the prospect of handling one, and still wondering how I felt about the other.

It wasn't all work though.
We took the time to give the women a lesson about pirates, the pirates of old that is.
 
 Amy and Laura spent a couple of hours gagged and bent over the deck railings at the fore deck,
Amy to port and Laura to starboard.
 
 They didn't stay bent over because they liked it (well maybe a little),
but because Ben and I had used plenty of rope to lash them into position.
 
 Their legs were spread, their butts high, Laura's still red from her spanking the day before,
Amy's with two fading stripes, their heads low.
All they could do was watch the water speeding past them only a few feet below their heads.
 Ben told me that long ago female captives who were not of any ransom value were bound like this
on the rails of pirate vessels for the amusement of the crew.
 
 Well, they certainly amused THIS crew as Ben and I took turns ravishing our maids
and satisfying our lustful needs!
I was pretty sure we satisfied their needs too,
for there were no sounds of protest from either of them!
Fun was had by all!
 
 Despite our early start, the sun was grazing the horizon before we sighted land
and it was completely dark by the time we reached it.
Ben took us in as close as he dared but anchored us well away from the beach.
"There's a reef I don't want to cross in the dark." he said to us.

 That evening after supper, Ben and I decided to have a bondage contest.
That is to say, we were going to watch as Amy and Laura competed against each other.
 
 The women listened wide eyed as we told them the rules we had decided upon earlier that day.
"Okay girls." Ben said. "Here's how it goes.
Each of you will take a turn tying up the other with this six foot length of rope.
The girl who gets tied has to make her way from our cabin door to the steps by the booth,
about twelve feet. Not very much, but then this is a small boat.
 
 The object for the one doing the tying is to prevent the other from making it,
or at least slow them down. The winner is the girl who makes the distance in the fastest time."
Amy and Laura looked at each other, then back at us.
 "Does it matter how we tie each other? Amy asked.
"Nope! But you only get the one rope to do it with, and the rope can't be cut." Ben answered.
"What do we win ?" Laura asked.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
 
 Laura looked at Amy for a moment.
Could Amy and I have a few minutes together to decide on something?" Laura asked.
"Sure!" I said, after getting a nod from Ben.
Amy and Laura hurried into the forward cabin for a few minutes.
"Any idea what they might come up with?" I asked Ben.
He nodded. "I think so, I'd be surprised if you didn't."
 
 I was about to ask what he meant when the women came back out.
 
"We have decided that what we want is a few hours alone together to play,
the winner being in charge of the loser."
 Ben chuckled, but I was surprised.
I had kinda hoped that our ladies would want to experiment this way,
but I had really considered it just a male fantasy. Yet here they were!
I looked over at Ben who winked at me. THIS was what he had been talking about.
"I assume you mean privately?" I asked.
 Laura nodded, her expression anxious.

 "Well...I don't know about leaving the two of you alone,
I would think that we would need to keep an eye on you!" I said, joking.
 
 Their faces fell, it was almost comical.
I wondered if they would still do it if we demanded that we had to watch,
 But I wasn't that mean.
"I'm joking ladies." I said, bringing relieved smiles to their faces.
"Then can we?" Laura asked.
"Sure." Ben said. "I don't mind if Don doesn't."
 
 I nodded. "Okay, you win. But I want to see an honest struggle to win from both of you.
If I feel that either one of you is going slow just to be dominated later,
then you both lose and you don't get your time together."
 
 I didn't know if they HAD made such an arrangement, but I wanted it covered.
I wouldn't put it past Laura to let Amy win for such a prize.
 
 "Don, I agree." Ben said. "In fact I'm upping the ante.
If I see either of you not doing your best to win,
then you get to be Don's first victim of the cane. He gets one strike."
This surprised us all.
"Why?" I asked him.
"You can only do so much with a pillow Don.
 There will come a time when you will need to strike flesh.
I think this is a fair way of deciding who's, unless a reason for punishment comes up."
 
I looked at the stunned women on the floor. "Do you agree?"
"Yes, Sir." Amy said with a gulp. Laura nodded, but with a little fear in her eyes.
"Let's get started." Ben said. He stood up and took a coin out of his pocket.
"Laura, call it!" he said and flipped it up into the air.
"Heads!" Laura said.

Ben caught it and slammed in onto the back of his hand.
"Tails. Amy goes first." He handed Amy the section of rope we had prepared.
"Better tie her up by the door." I suggested.
 
 Ben and I settled in our seats,
while Amy and Laura slowly made their way to the door to the forward cabin.

 "How do you want to do this?" Laura asked her.
"A hogtie, I think. Get down on your front." Amy said.
Laura did as she was asked,
and Amy took the nude woman's arms and pulled them together behind her back.
She then used one end of the rope to tie Laura's elbows together.

"Ow!" Laura said as the single strand tightened around her.
"Sorry. Do you want me to stop?" Amy asked, concerned.
"No, it's okay. I've taken worse." Laura replied, smiling.
As Amy continued Laura stuck her tongue out at me, knowing I heard her comment. I smiled back.
 
 Amy passed the rope down to Laura's wrists and made a single figure eight loop around them,
pulling them tight together. She then reached for Laura's feet,
crossing them and bringing up to meet Laura's hands.
  Deftly she made a couple of loops around each ankle and tied them in place,
passing what was left of the free end up again, past Laura's wrists and up to the elbow tie.
She then tied off the remainder of the rope at that point.
"There you go!" Amy said, patting Laura on the butt.
 
 Laura twisted a little, settling in to the bondage.
I thought it an interesting tie, none of the knots were available for Laura to reach,
and I wondered how well Laura would be able to move.
 
"Come here Amy." Ben said, and Amy padded over to kneel at Ben's feet.
 He had his watch out. "Ready Laura?"  Laura nodded.
"Go!"
 
 Laura immediately began wriggling, attempting to find purchase on the hard wood floor.
She looked great as  her naked body wriggled from side to side in the narrow walk way,
slowly inching forward toward us.
Her breasts were pressed and lifted as she moved, alternately exposed and hidden,
her hips and legs shifting back and forth,
the glint of her collar shining through her hair which quickly began to get in the way.
 
 Amy had made a good choice in crossing Laura's ankles,
in the confines of the cabin it spread Laura's knees and gave her less room to work with.
I was impressed.
 Eventually Laura made her goal after a lot of puffing and moaning,
and Ben called time while Amy untied her friend.
 
Laura had deep red lines on her elbows, wrists and ankles, evidence of the rope biting in.
"I think you did your best." I told her, relief in her eyes.
Now it was Amy's turn. "Be gentle." Amy said with a smile.
"Yeah, right!" Laura said grinning.
 
 Laura led Amy back to the door and used the rope to bind her hands together behind her back.
She used the middle of the rope, leaving the ends dangling.
Then Laura pushed Amy to the wall.
 At about the height of their heads was a wall mounted light fixture.
 Laura took the free ends of the rope and pulled upwards, bending Amy forward in the process.
She began to tie the ends to the light fixture.
 
Amy protested. "Hey! You cant tie me to anything!"
"They didn't say I couldn't!" Laura said with a smile.
"This isn't fair!" Amy cried out. "Ben, tell her!"
Ben just chuckled.
"She's right Amy, we didn't say anything about not tying to solid objects."

"Maybe next time." I added.
"But..." Amy said.
"Stop complaining." Ben ordered, and Amy shut her mouth.
 Laura finished binding Amy and stood back to admire her work.
Amy was standing half bent over, her arms pulled up behind her,
attached to the fixture at the wrists.
The knots holding her were well out of her reach.

 She looked wonderful, up on her toes to take the weight of her arms,
the muscles of her legs standing out well defined, her small breasts dangling.

"Ready? Go!" Ben said.
"How am I supposed to get to you like this?" Amy said.
"Didn't I tell you to stop complaining?" Ben said to her.
 Amy paled and began struggling.
I motioned to Laura to come to me and she came over and knelt down.

"That was a dirty trick." I whispered to her.
"Yeah, well my butt was on the line." Laura whispered back.

 We watched as Amy fruitlessly pulled and tugged at the rope that held her,
but the awkward position didn't give her much leverage,
and I would think that she would also be afraid of pulling the fixture off the wall.
 Who knew what Ben would do if she damaged his boat.
 
 Ben let her struggle until we passed Laura's time and then he called it quits.
"Go untie her Laura." he ordered.
"Yes Sir." Laura said and she went over to the sulking Amy.
 
"I think Amy did her best to win!" I said, hoping to save Amy's butt.
"I agree." Ben said. "But she also complained after I told her to stop,
so she gets the cane anyway, just as a reminder."
I was going to protest, but I saw his point.
She HAD disobeyed him and I did agree that he had to discipline her.

 I turned back to the women in silence.
As Laura untied Amy she spoke softly and what ever it was she said,
seemed to mend any hard feelings Amy might have had for her.
They hugged briefly once Amy was free and then they both came back to us.
 
 "Well, Laura, it seems you won your prize." Ben said smiling.
"Amy, you will receive yours when I feel that Don is ready to give it to you."
Amy glanced at me and them lowered her eyes.
I wasn't sure how I'd feel caning her, certainly not happy.
 
Ben looked a me. "Anything else before we let them play?" he asked.
"Yeah, one thing. Wait here."
I got up and went to my cabin,
coming back with a length of chain and a couple of leather cuffs.
 I locked a cuff on each girl's left ankle,
and then locked one end of the eight foot chain to Laura's cuff.
 
"Which cabin?" I asked Ben.
"They can use ours." Ben said.
 
 "Okay ladies!" I said and the women got up and went to the forward cabin.
I had them climb on the bed,
 and passed the end of the chain through a metal loop mounted to the base of the bed
and locked it to Amy's ankle cuff.
 
I looked around. "There should be enough toys in here for you guys to have fun!" I said grinning.
Both women smiled.
 
 I went to Laura. "You sure about this?" I asked quietly.
 aura nodded. "Amy and I have been talking about this ever since you tied us together,
this isn't a quick decision."
"Okay." I said, and I left them alone, closing the door behind me.

cocomink:

 Ben had moved to the Navigation nook and had turned on the weather radio.
"I'll meet you up top." he said.
I nodded and grabbed a beer.
 I sat down on one of the built in seats at the stern and gazed up at the stars,
wondering what was going on in the forward cabin.
 The stars seemed so clear and sharp, like I could just reach up and touch them if I cared to.
 
The gentle rocking of the boat made them swing back and forth above me, a beautiful sight.
Ben came out and collapsed next to me, and I saw him pull a pipe out.
"I didn't know you smoked." I said.
"Oh, just every once and a while I treat myself to a pipe. Just when I feel the need."
"And you need it now?" I asked.
Ben didn't answer. Instead I watched as he slowly coaxed the pipe to life, before settling back.
"I could tell you were surprised by their request." Ben said to me.
"I was. But not totally.
I mean, what guys wouldn't wonder if their women wouldn't get together if they were like ours.

 We do subscribe to a pretty sexually oriented lifestyle."
"I know. It's only natural to wonder."
"Why weren't YOU surprised?" I asked him.
"Amy told me earlier what she and Laura discussed."
"She what?"

 Ben chuckled. "It's okay, she wasn't reporting to me or anything like that,
it's just that over time Amy has learned to open herself verbally to me,
confessing sins and generally keeping me informed about everything that she does.
I doubt now there is a thought in her head that she doesn't pass on to me in some way."
"Oh." I said, wondering what other thoughts she may have passed on.
 
"To be honest, we have had conversations about her and Laura since before we planned this trip.
As you say, it's normal to wonder and Amy has always had a powerful fantasy life."
"I see."
 
 Ben sat quietly for a while, puffing on his pipe while I sipped at my beer,
the both of us gazing at the stars and the huge black shadow of the island next to us.

"She also gave voice to some other thoughts." Ben said, and I thought, here it comes.
"I take it that you have given her reason to think that you might want to be involved with her."
 Ben said quietly.
 
 I said nothing, for a minute, I just looked down at the deck.
"Like I said, our chosen lifestyles open up those possibilities."
"Don't give me that bullshit!" Ben snarled.
"You're not some horny teenager scouting the web for unsuspecting women!
 
 You aren't some geek who thinks that all we do in this LIFESTYLE is tie our women down,
whip them until they pass out and then fuck them! You know better than that.
So don't give me this LIFESTYLE crap, Don, and tell me how you feel! I won't get mad."
 
"You sound mad already!" I said.

"No, Don, just frustrated.
 As much as you know about bondage and submission,
you still seem to think in terms of owner and property sometimes.
 You figure that once you decide to follow a set of rules that all that should matter ARE the rules.
Don't forget that below are two real people that we love. REAL PEOPLE, Don!
That they have chosen to live with us, be with us,
in a role that places them in a submissive position to us is the greatest gift we will ever get.
 The GREATEST gift we will ever see.
It is NOT something to treat casually, not that you do, Don.
I know that. But there are times you seem to put Laura second to the process.
It's something I've noticed talking with you online as well as out here on this trip."
 
I said nothing, realizing the truth in his words yet wondering where he was heading.
"Don, let me ask you something. If Laura came up to you and said that she wanted to stop,
that she felt that she no longer needed to play the part of your submissive,
 and that she wanted to live with you as a vanilla husband and wife, what would you do?"

"That's a hell of a question, Ben." I said to him.
"Can you answer it, and be confident that your answer is the right one?"
Could I?
I sat for a bit, considering the question he had posed.
If Laura really wanted to drop all the bondage,
all the rules and the comfortable routine we had developed, the LIFESTYLE, could I?

"Ben, I can't honestly answer that." I said.
"Why not?"
"Something like that is too important not to discuss,
and the only person I could discuss it with is Laura."

Ben nodded. "Good. If you had given me any other answer I'd have made you walk the plank."
I laughed.
"I'm not joking." he said with a smile I could only see by the light of his pipe
and the faint light from the top of the mast.
 
 "I think I have a plank somewhere."
I chuckled.
"You're a good man Don, but you still have a lot to learn."
"Glad you're here to teach me Ben." I answered.
"Hey, it's only fair.
 You've taught Amy and me a lot about deep bondage and it's many varied forms.
Introduced us to new pleasures."
I shrugged.
 
"So Don, will you tell me what's really on your mind concerning Amy?" Ben asked.
"To be honest, I'm not really sure." I said.
"Given the fact that she and Laura both spend so much time running around in front of us naked
it's hard to think with the head on my shoulders instead of the other one sometimes."
Ben laughed. "I know what you mean."
 
 "I know that when we discussed mutual play a the beginning of the trip,
we decided to leave out any sexual play.
But frankly I have to tell you that given the opportunity," I looked directly at him,
"and the permission, I wouldn't feel guilty about playing with Amy that way."
Ben looked me in the eye, then looked back up at the sky.
"Well, that's honest enough. Thank you, Don." he said.
 
 I watched him for a minute but when he didn't say anything I sat back and looked out at the water.
I figured he needed time to think about what I had said.
Me, I couldn't believe I had just told him what I had. What was I thinking!
 
"You know," Ben said after a while,
"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't entertained the same thoughts about your wife."
I looked at him.
"She is a very beautiful lady, and with her nude all the time it is hard to concentrate."
 He smiled behind his pipe.
 
"So what are you suggesting," I said. "that we make them dress?"
"I don't think we need to go THAT far, do you?"
"It would diminish the beauty of this cruise." I said.
 
 "Exactly." replied Ben and we laughed quietly.
"But I think we do need to be aware of each other's intentions, Don."
 I agreed.

 "Don. Right now, I have no intentions toward Laura,
but I'm not closing my mind to the possibility that in the future that might change.
 It's just that right now, Amy is all I need."
I nodded, a little sad for some reason.
 
 "We've only been together a few days, Don. We still have a couple of weeks ahead of us.
Let's not rush things right now.
I'd rather you didn't involve yourself with Amy at the moment,
at least, any more than you already have.
I know where your hands have been." he chuckled.
 "It might be good for her if you kept those hands at work on her at odd moments,
keep her guessing that is, so feel free to allow them to roam a little from time to time.
 But otherwise leave her be."
"Okay."
"We'll talk again about this."
 
"We'd better, or I'm asking my travel agent for a refund!"
I replied, grateful that Ben hadn't bitten my head off for making moves on his woman.
Ben laughed and held out his hand. "Friends?"
"You got it!" I said, and we shook.
 
 We sat back and looked at the perfect sky again.
"I wonder what they're doing down there?" I asked.
"Let's leave them their privacy shall we?" Ben said.
I nodded, and wondered if Amy would tell him all about it afterward.
"How do you feel about them, being together like that?" I asked him.
"I know how much they feel for each other." he answered.
It seemed all the answer he was prepared to give.
 
 We sat together for a couple of hours,
just staring at the sky and talking of inconsequential things, before sleep started to take over.
It was late and we thought it time the games ended.
 
We walked quietly below and to the forward cabin. I knocked on the door and after a moment opened it.
What we saw made us pause.
 
 Amy and Laura lay together on the bed, arms and legs twisted and wrapped about each other.
A considerable number of chains had been added to the single chain I had left them with,
and I saw places where ankles were connected to wrists and other combinations.
But what made us pause was that they were asleep.
 
Their heads were close together and the light in the room reflected off the collars they wore,
silver for Laura and gold for Amy.
In their slumber this made them look even more vulnerable and in need of our protection.
They looked beautiful.
 
I glanced at Ben who backed up. I moved back and shut the door.
"Should we let them sleep?" I asked quietly.
Ben nodded. "I wouldn't want to disturb that." he said.
"They truly are beauties aren't they?"

 Ben put a hand on my shoulder. "We are very lucky men." He moved past me.
"I'll sleep in the single berth, but I have to get a few things first.
I'll leave them a key.
Everything they locked onto each other they used with the knowledge that we would have to unlock them.
Well, they have duties to perform in the morning and I'm not going to get up to free them."
I laughed.
 
He stepped forward into the cabin for a minute and came out with a small bag,
 his toiletries I assumed.
"Good night Don." he said.
"Good night Ben." I replied.

I went to my cabin and climbed alone into bed.
 As I fell asleep I wondered what Laura and Amy had done together
and what we all might do together in the future.

End of Part 8.

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