The sky was dark, thick clouds skated by in a parade of angry shapes.  The clouds collided and mingled, forming larger and thicker clouds that threatened to open up and rain down upon us the tears of the heavens.  The wind was blowing at a brisk pace and I felt my skin erupt with goose bumps as the salty sea air washed over my naked body.  I shivered slightly, a silent protest to the cold, and stood stoic; awaiting Collette's orders.

    Collette stood in front of me and looked out over the breaking waves.  White caps marched across the sea, the Mediterranean standing erect and folding upon itself in ever growing lines that spread far beyond the horizon.  The wind caused Collette's hair to dance across her face and she brushed it away with a casual hand.  She looked at Melinda and smiled.  Speaking in French she said, "this could be fun!"

    Collette turned to Derrick who stood quietly behind us and said, "bring me two women, two pairs of nipple clamps, and," she leaned in and whispered in Derrick's ear.  Leaning back she asked, "do we have those aboard?"

    Derrick nodded, "actually, yes.  We have most things that would keep children entertained."

    Collette clapped her hands, "goodie," she said.  "Meet us up here when you have everything."

    A few minutes later two women emerged from the ship to stand next to Collette.  "Mistress," an attractive dark-haired women introduced herself, "my name is Sharon.  Derrick sent Nelly and I up here.  He said you wanted us?"

    "Oh, yes," Collette beamed.  "We are going to fly a kite."

    The two women looked at her with confusion.  

     Smiling, Collette said, "you'll see."

    Derrick returned from his trek into the ship and stood next to Collette, his arms holding the nipple clamps and the two kites that Collette had requested.  Collette took the nipple clamps and handed a pair to Sharon and the other to Nelly with the command to "put these on."

   Afew minutes later two women emerged from the ship to stand next to Collette. "Mistress," an attractive dark-haired women introduced herself, "my name is Sharon. Derrick sent Nelly and I up here. He said you wanted us?"

    "Oh, yes," Collette beamed. "We are going to fly a kite."

    The two women looked at her with confusion.

    Smiling, Collette said, "you'll see."

    Derrick returned from his trek into the ship and stood next to Collette, his arms holding the nipple clamps and the two kites that Collette had requested. Collette took the nipple clamps and handed a pair to Sharon and the other to Nelly with the command to "put these on."

   Sharongrabbed the proffered clamps as did Nelly. Nelly was a woman with dark bronze skin. She appeared to be from a Caribbean country and when she spoke her voice had a thick Spanish accent. "Mistress," she acknowledged the order to don the nipple clamps. Nelly sucked in a wet breath as she affixed the nipple clamps to her nipples. Sharon was more stoic and no noises escaped her full lips. Both women stood there, looking expectantly at Collette, with the strong clamps biting into the sensitive flesh of their nipples.

    "Very nice," Collette purred.

    Derrick approached when Collette beckoned him with her hand, "mistress?"

    Collette spoke with a thick voice full of climbing passion, "tie the string to the kite to the center chain of the clamps."

    "Yes, mistress," Derrick nodded.

   Derrick affixed the strings to the kites to the connecting chains of the painfully tight nipple clamps. He tied the strings tightly, tugging on the string and pulling on the two women's nipples to verify that the string would not become dislodged from the connecting chain. Satisfied with his activities he turned to mistress Collette, "the kites are secure, mistress," he announced.

    "Thank you, Derrick," Collette said. She looked at him, her eyes shining with a playful gaze, "why don't you go masturbate for me. Don't come, though. When you get close, stop. Wait three minutes and start again." She smiled at him, "I'll be watching."

    Derrick swallowed and nodded, "yes, mistress."

    Collette turned to Sharon and Nelly, "shall we fly the kites?"

    Sharon nodded and Nelly said, "yes, mistress." They both knew what Collette had plColletted.

    "Wonderful. Please, start."

    Nelly picked up the kite that was attached to her nipples. With her breasts heaving she tossed the kite into the windy sky. The kite was blue with a short streamer that had red bows tied to the end. The kite bobbed in the air and then a gust of wind from the storm lifted the kite into the air. It rose to the end of its string before the clamps digging painfully into Nelly's nipples caused it to stop its sharp rise.

    Nelly hissed in pain as the wind continued to tug on the kite. She reached up to her breasts as if she could will the pain that was radiating through her chest simply by rubbing her breasts. The wind flipped the kite haphazardly and suddenly a clamp pulled free of her breast. The kite lunged at the newfound freedom and just as quickly the second clamp pulled free.

    Nelly dropped to her knees and rubbed her throbbing nipples.

    Sharon tossed her kite into the air and it did not catch on the wind as Nelly's had done. Her kite soared past the edge of the ship and simply fell towards the white-capped water. The kite hung there and Sharon simply moaned in pain as her extended nipples supported the weight of the kite, string and the pink bows hanging from her kite.

    Sharonstruggled to hold her hands away from her breasts.  I could tell by the look on her face and the tautness of her arms; she was straining to hold her hands down, wanting desperately to reach up and ease the pain on her nipples.  She strained to keep herself from reaching up and disconnecting the clamps from her pinched and pulled nipples.

    "Does that hurt, Sharon?" Collette asked.  Her voice was tight, choked with passion.

    Sharon's voice cracked as she spoke, "yes, mistress."

    "Do you think Nelly's nipples hurt?"

    Struggling, "yes, mistress."

    "More than yours?"

    Sharon looked at Nelly who was rubbing her nipples with a look of agony on her face, "yes, mistress."

    Collette laughed, "really?"

    "Yes," Sharon's voice cracked as her chest throbbed in pain.  "Her nipples are free, while mine are still being pinched."

    "Would you like them to be free?"

    "Please," her voice was a faint screech.

    Collette smiled, "then walk towards the edge of the ship.  I am sure the ocean will pull them free for you, don't you think?"

   Sharon swallowed heavily and then squeaked, "yes, mistress."  She eased slowly towards the edge of the ship.  With each step the kite sank lower.  It fell inch by inch until finally the waves that raced by in the rapid currents caught hold of the kite.  The water pulled and Sharon screamed involuntarily as the clamps were ripped from her nipples.  Her hands reached up and she rapidly rubbed her screaming nipples, trying to ease the pain that seemed to radiate outward in a ever-growing rings of pain.

    "Very nice, Sharon," Collette breathed.  She motioned the two ladies to her, "why don't you two eat each other.  You may come as many times as you can.  Just don't stop.  I'll tell you when to stop, understood?"

    In unison, "yes, mistress."

    Collette walked over to Derrick and looked down at him as he masturbated.  His hand was a blur as he stroked his cock.  "How are you doing, Derrick?"

    "Fine, mistress," he said shallowly as he continued to masturbate.  

    "Remember," Collette said, "don't come."

    "I won't," he said through thin lips.      

    Collette watched him; his hand flying over his cock, his face contorting as pleasure climbed through his body and when he pulled his hand from his cock, his hips bucking slightly in need and his eyes shut tight from pleasure denied, Collette smiled.  She knew she would allow him to come... eventually.  She reveled in the control she had over him, savoring the submission in his form and knowing he would obey caused her heart to race in climbing pleasure.  

    She watched him for a few more minutes, turning away only when he had calmed sufficiently to begin teasing himself once again. She looked over and Nelly and Sharon, each of them happily bringing the other to orgasmic heights.  Collette wondered briefly how many times each of them would come before the day was over.  She make a mental note to ask them later; for now she would let them enjoy their day.  And she smiled, they would be there most of the day.

    Collette turned to me, "break out the toys from yesterday and go get the captain to announce that the games are on.  The men and women from yesterday that did not get to participate will come down with the announcement."  She smiled at me, "hurry back.  Derrick is busy so I will need your help today."

    "Yes, mistress," I nodded and quickly darted into the ship to obey Collette's orders.

    I darted up the few flights of stairs necessary to arrive at the bridge.  The captain was sitting centered in the bridge with a young man that I had met once before though I could not remember his name standing behind him with the large wooden wheel in his hands.  He was steering the ship, spinning the wheel as necessary to cut though the waves instead of having them roll along our sides.  He seemed lost in concentration and so I did not ask his name again.

    "Hello, Dennis," the captain greeted me.

    "Captain," I said, smiling at his happy demeanor.  "Mistress Collette sent me up."

    "Yes?"

    "She wants you to announce that it is time for today's contestants to make their way to the pool deck."

    The captain immediately picked up the microphone for the announcing system and as I turned from him with a whispered, "thank you," I heard him make the announcement.  With the first task done I darted back down and through the ship.  I fetched the toys and before any of the contestants made their way to the pool deck I had returned to Collette's side.

    She smiled at me, having heard the announcement and seeing my hands full.  "Set the toys down," she commanded.

    I set the toys still ensconced in the same container from the day before onto the ground.  Standing up Collette pointed towards the bow and said, "look!"

    I turned to look and only the dark sky greeted me.  I began to spin around when I felt Collette's hands on me.  She pushed me and I stumbled forward and with a loud splash I fell into the pool.  I broke the surface and looked up at the laughing form of Collette.  She was smiling and laughing and pointing at me and the sound was infectious.  I laughed with her as did Melinda and Travis.  

    The two women locked in their intimate embrace did not seem to notice while Derrick paused briefly to join in the revelry.  Collette held her hand to me and I reached up to take it.  She began to pull me from the pool and when my foot reached the pool deck she giggled, said, "oops," and pushed me back in.

    I fell back under the water, the surface of the pool breaking like the waves that struck the side of the ship as we raced out of the storm and into calmer waters.  Collette was laughing and once again she held her hand out to me.  "Here," she said between bouts of laughter, "I'll help you."

    I looked at her sheepishly and once again swam towards her.  I reached higher and once again began to climb out of the pool.  Collette continued to laugh as she helped me out of the water.  She pulled me clear and as I wiped the water from my face I felt her hands on me and once again I fell backwards into the cool water.  I broke the surface, coughed once, and looked up at Collette as she bent over and laughed nonstop for two full minutes.

    "Sorry," she giggled happily, "I just couldn't resist."

    I swam to the edge of the pull and held my hand to her, "help me out," I smiled.

    She shook her head, "I don't think so."  It was as is she knew I would pull her in with me and refused.  I climbed from the pool unaided as the door from the ship opened and the first wave of contestants for the day emerged into the overcast day.

    Collette motioned me to her.  I walked to her with a grin on my face; having enjoyed the little exchange and my relaxing dip in the pool.  I stood next to her and could see a look in her eyes; a cross been need and passion that lit her face in a mask of absolute ecstasy.  

    "Mist..." I began until her hands reached up and she shoved me to the ground.  I skinned my hands and winced at the pain.  I fell onto my back and as I began to sit up, pressing against the ground gingerly with my stinging hands, Collette pushed me back down.  She stepped over me and without saying a word she dropped onto my face, pinning me beneath her with her pussy covering my mouth and nose.

    My breath was stolen by her sex.  Her scent was thick in my nose and I could taste her on my tongue.  I opened my mouth to try and draw a deep breath, but the sweet air was taken from me.  I hitched against her pussy, straining to suck air into my lungs.  My hands, red and bleeding slightly, came up and pawed at Collette's thighs as they pressed against the side of my face.  '

   Slowly my lungs began to burn and as my eyes teared up Collette leaned to one side and I took a deep breath.  With the sweet air in my lungs Collette once again trapped my face between her thighs.  With dawning comprehension I understood, Collette would control my breathing until she came.  The shock of landing hard and skinning my hands as well as the rapid assault that sent me falling to the ground had momentarily distorted me.

    Now I understood.

    Collette read the comprehension in my green eyes and smiled.

    Mytongue became a blur, I licked and probed and prodded.  Slowly my lungs began to burn and as the need of my body to draw precious air climbed, my tongue slowed.  Collette understood and once again allowed me to draw a deep breath of the pussy-scented air.  I gasped and with my lungs full Collette once again settled her body on my face, blocking out the air.

    I probed her pussy with my tongue, swirling my tongue in large circles.  Collette came quickly, and I was thankful.  I knew it was not the talent of my tongue in her pussy that sent her body into convulsions of pleasure; it was the control she had over my breathing and the look in my eyes as my lungs burned in need.  That control, more than the feeling of my tongue, drove her quickly into orgasmic heights.

    Collette climbed slowly to her feet and looked down at me as I took rapid, shallow breaths.  "Thank you," she purred.  "That was great."

    I could only smile and cough a thin, "you are welcome."

    "Don'tmove," she said.  "I will use you again."

    "Yes, mistress," I whispered.

    Collette turned to the first group of men and women that had emerged onto the pool deck.  Still smiling and glowing in orgasmic aftershocks she paired up six people, three men with three women.  She had the three women lay down.  She indicated they should spread their legs and when they did she commanded the men to eat the women to orgasm.  

    Collette looked up, "Derrick. How many times have you had to stop?"

    Short of breath Derrick replied, "five, mistress.  So far."

    "Thank you.  Don't stop."  She looked at the men and said, "you can stop when each of the women have had five orgasms.  Understood?"

    A chorus of, "yes, mistress," rang out.

    She amazed me.  It was so easy for her to just take control of a situation and it was interesting to me how she tied things together.  She was able to keep track of activities that were happening around her and direct them to her liking, no matter how many things were going on at any one time.  Simply amazing.

    The door opened and a lone man stepped through.  He walked up to Collette and introduced himself, "Carlos Gutierrez, mistress," he said as he took her hand and kissed it gently.  "I am a nurse in the infirmary."

    "Hello, Carlos," Collette said.  She looked at his naked form.  The crew all knew of the games that were taking place and were dressed appropriately.  Collette did not have to worry about having the men and women strip off their clothes.  He had a muscular build, his stomach a washboard.  Sizing him up she continued, "I want to watch you struggle."  She pointed to the pile of toys and commanded, "bring me some rope."

    Carlos turned and dug through the collection of toys.  He pulled out four large loops of white nylon cord.  He carried the rope to Collette and with a bowed head, a sign of submission, he said, "mistress."

    Collette took the rope from his hand.  She dropped the first three coils and slowly unwrapped the fourth.  The rope became a snake and Collette was grinning as she commanded Carlos to hold his wrists up to her.  Carlos obeyed.  Collette wrapped the rope around his wrists and pulled them taut.  She tied his hands together and knotted them tightly.

    Collette dropped the free end of the rope and commanded Carlos to turn around.  With his back to her Collette reached between his legs and pulled the rope taut.  The rope dug into his skin and sank beneath the cleft of his muscular buttocks.  She draped the rope over his shoulder and crossed in front of him.  The rope was running beside his right testicle and as Collette pulled the rope down his body she snugged it up against his left testicle and walked behind him again. She pulled the rope again through his ass crack, up his back and down the opposite side of his body until the rope once again reached his hands.  She secured the free end to his hands, finishing the first piece of rope.

    "Struggle," she breathed excitedly.

    Carlos obeyed.  He tried to pull his hands upwards, towards his face.  The rope that ran between his legs stopped him and his hands remained trapped where they were.  He tried to drop them, to move them towards his cock but once again the rope that was tied to his body, running down his chest, prevented his hands from moving away from their position.  The moved side to side about three inches before the motion was robbed from him.  His arms were no longer his.

    "Very nice," Collette whispered, her voice thick with excitement.  "Drop to your knees."

    Carlos slowly lowered himself down.  Without the use of his hands he had to drop to his knees.  He grunted painfully as his knees contacted the hard pool deck.  He said nothing; he just knelt there, waiting for Collette to continue.

    "Very nice," Collette said, picking up a second piece of rope.  "Very nice, indeed."

    Collette stepped behind Carlos and began tying his ankles together.  She coiled the rope tautly, wrapping it around his ankles four times and then snaked the rope between his ankles before tying each free end to its own ankle.  His ankles were trapped and a ten feet length of free rope trailed away from each of his bound ankles.  

    Collette pulled the two free ends of the rope towards his chest.  She wrapped the rope around his chest and pulled it snug.  His ankles left the ground and he wiggled for balance as he rested painfully on his knees.  He groaned and Collette purred at the sound.  "Mistress," he whimpered.

    He fell forward and Collette caught him in her strong hands.  She lowered him to the ground until he was lying naked on his stomach with his feet in the air and tied tightly to his chest.  His arms were pinned under his body, which forced his ass to reach towards the darkened sky as he lay there painfully, resting heavily on his hands.  His feet were held immobile by the rope encircling his body.  Collette looked down at him and commanded, "struggle for me."

    He struggled.  He tried to pull his arms from under his body and he grunted at the effort.  He twisted from side to side, the ropes pulling taut and loosening at the effort.  He rolled onto his side to free his captive hands and hissed as the ropes dug painfully into his body, forcing him back onto his stomach.  He inch-wormed forward, his knees digging painfully into the hard wooden deck and he gasped.  His toes flexed, the only part of him that he could move freely.

    "Oh, yes," Collette exhaled passionately.

    Carlos wiggled.

    "Don't stop," Collette breathed.  She stepped over to me and straddled my face.  "This is too good," she gasped.  She sank to her knees facing my feet to watch Carlos struggle.  As she lowered her pussy to my face I heard her say, "you know what to do."  She stared at Carlos, "keep struggling."

    I lapped at her pussy.  I could feel how wet she was and my tongue could taste her excitement.  I slid my tongue into her pussy and I heard her gasp in delight.  I licked and tongued and probed and prodded.  My tongue was a serpent inside her pussy, sliding around, driving her towards the peaks of pleasure.

    She watched Carlos struggle against the bonds that held him immobile.  The sounds of the three women being driven to orgasmic heights by the three men and the occasional gasp of need that escaped Derrick's lips as well as the tongue dancing within her pussy was enough to drive her into Heavenly heights of bliss.  She came loudly, her fingers digging into my thighs.  I gasped into her pussy and she bucked against my face.

    "My God," she moaned, climbing to her feet, "this is great!"

    Carlos struggled, the ropes digging into his flesh.  Collette crossed over to him and said down to him, "keep struggling.  Don't stop."  He could hear the passion in her voice and the sound of it spurred him into energetic spurts of thrashing against the ropes that bound him tightly.  He gasped in pain as the ropes dug into his skin, and Collette purred at the sound.

    Collette squatted by Carlos and said, "don't go away."  She surveyed the activities around her.  Derrick was still masturbating, his hand moving slowly.  The three men were still lapping merrily at the three women's pussies and their moans intermingled into a chorus of pleasure.  Carlos struggled and whimpered impotently and I continued to lie there motionless, awaiting Collette's return.  "Wonderful," she exhaled.

    The door opened and a man emerged from the ship.  

    "Stop!" Collette shouted to him.

    He stopped.

    "Drop to your knees."

    He obeyed.

    "Crawl for me.  Crawl around the ship.  I'll tell you when to stop."

    Collette watched as the new man began to crawl towards the deck railing that prevented peopled from accidentally falling over the side of the ship.  He crawled quickly, his ass shaking from side to side as his hands and knees worked feverishly to propel him forward.  He crawled quickly, heading towards the front of the ship so that he could crawl around the pool. 

    Collette watched the man crawl and smiled.  

    The door opened and two men emerged from the depths of the ship.  They shut the door behind them and before they took three steps towards Collette, she stopped them.  "You," she said, pointing to the shortest of the two, "suck him off."

    His face blanched, but he dropped to his knees to obey.  The taller man was grinning as the shorter man took hold of his soft cock.  The short man sucked the taller man's cock into his mouth.  The short man kept his eyes closed as he sucked the taller man's cock.  He sucked and tongued and Collette purred as she watched.  The short man's head bobbed on the taller man's cock and the tall man grabbed the shorter man's head and gasped as he came.  

    "Very nice," Collette said as the shorter man pulled away, a thin line of the tall man's sperm running from his mouth.  "Now," Collette said, "for your reward, you may fuck him."  She looked at the tall man and commanded, "bend over."

    The short man stroked his cock to erection.  He was now smiling as the taller man had upon hearing that he would be receiving a blow job.  The short man stepped closer to the taller man and the taller man bent forward.  The short man eased his cock into the taller man's ass.  The short man began to fuck the tall man with gusto, his hips a blur of motion.  He lunged into the tall man with powerful strokes, his thighs slapping loudly against the taller man thighs.   

    The short man fucked the taller man until he came.  He gasped and stepped away, pulling his cock free as he ejaculated.  His semen flew onto the tall man's ass and ran down his thigh.  His face wrinkled as his pleasure coursed through his body.  "God!" he shouted into the dark sky.

    "Did you like that?" Collette called over to the short man.

    "Yes, mistress."

    Collette grinned devilishly, "I saw your face when I commanded you to suck him off."  She pointed to the tall man.  "I guess you didn't like the idea?"

    "No, mistress," he replied truthfully.

    "Lick your sperm off of his body and then come here."

    His head dropped, "yes, mistress."

    The short man quickly obeyed.  He ran his tongue over the taller man's body, cleaning his spent semen from the heated skin of the tall man.  His tongue trailed over the other man's ass and thighs and when he was satisfied that his efforts would be satisfactory to mistress Collette, he stood erect and crossed the short expanse to where Collette stood.  "I am finished, mistress," he said.

    "Very good," Collette said.  "Now, we obviously need to train you to like giving blowjobs.  Don't you think?"

    Head bowed the man replied, "yes, mistress."

    "What is your name?"

    "Davis McFarlen," he replied.

    "Well, Davis," Collette said, smiling broadly, "go into the ship.  I want you to give twenty different men blowjobs.  You will swallow their sperm.  Bring a piece of paper with you, have each of the men sign it when you are finished.  Have them grade your performance.  I am sure that the 'grades' will improve from the start to the finish.  If not, well, then, we will have to continue your training for at least an additional week.  Understood?"  She was beaming when she finished speaking.

    Without raising his head he replied, "I understand, mistress."

    "Very good.  Bring me the grade sheet when you are finished.  Hurry back." 

    Davis turned and slipped quietly into the ship.

    Collette surveyed her surroundings; looking regal. She looked at Derrick masturbating slowly a pained look on his face.  The sounds of the women being eaten to orgasm after orgasm mixed with the sounds of the ocean slapping noisily against the hull of the ship.  Carlos was crawling back from the bow and I was lying, unmoving, on the hard deck.  Collette, grinning broadly, beckoned the tall man to her.

    "Mistress?" he asked when he reached her side.

    "What is your name?"

    "Edward, mistress." His voice was deep and a faint southern accent could be heard when he spoke.

    "What is your job, Edward?"

    "Machinist, mistress. I repair the engines and generators in the bowels of the ship."

    Collette pointed to the collection of toys and instructed him to bring her a paddle.  

    He turned to obey.

    Hedug through the toys and grabbed a thick wooden paddle.  He carried it back to Collette and held it to her.  "Mistress," he said.

    "I don't want it, Edward," Collette smiled with a Cheshire cat grin.

    Edward looked confused and said as much.

    "You have strong hands, Edward," Collette commented, "surely you can beat yourself for me.  This way I get to watch your ass turn pink while not having to strain my arm.  Doesn't that sound like a good plan?"

    Edward swallowed, "yes, mistress."

    "Good.  On your knees."

    Edward dropped to his knees.  

    "Very nice. Begin!"

    Edward rested on his left hand and wielded the paddle in his right.  He slowly began to beat his ass with the wooden paddle.  The sound was loud and solid as Edward slowly began to beat himself with the paddle.  

    "Thank me, Edward."

    Edward hit himself a second time, "two, thank you, mistress."  He continued to beat himself, his left cheek, his right, his left, his right.  He shifted between them and each time the paddle landed he hissed in pain and squeaked the count followed by a subdued, "thank you, mistress.:

    When he reached forty Collette stopped him.  "I didn't hear you count the first one, Ed," Collette said.  "I guess you will have to start over."

    "Yes, mistress," he said almost in tears.

    Collettebeamed at the tone in his voice, a mixture of fear and regret and resignation.  

    Still on his knees Edward began to once again paddle his own ass for Collette's pleasure.  And she did take pleasure in it.  Each time the paddle hit Edwards ass she felt her body shiver in rising ecstasy.  Her pussy was literally dripping and she unconsciously found her own hand slipping casually between her legs to fondle her moistness.  She watched Edward and slowly masturbated.

    "...thirty-eight, mistress, thank you." The paddle landed, "thirty-nine, thank you, mistress." And the paddle fell again, "forty, thank you, mistress."

    Collette shuddered in pleasure and breathed, "very good, Edward."

    "Thank you, mistress," Edward said through clenched teeth.

    At thesound of his voice she came, screaming loudly.  Her fingers dug in her pussy and her knees nearly buckled at the pleasure that raced through her body like a raging river.  She gasped and moaned and her eyes shut tightly, blocking out the sun and her mind raced and as her pleasure dropped from an inferno of heat to a slowly smoldering fire she opened her eyes, "thank you, Edward.  Don't go away."

    "As you wish," a tone of simple supplication.

    The door opened from the ship and a lone man emerged.  He walked over to mistress Collette and introduced himself, "mistress," he said, "my name is Aaron." His voice was soft and even. "I work as a welder."

    "A pleasure," Collette said shaking his strong hands.

    "Thank you."

    "Jump in the pool."

    Immediately, without thinking, he obeyed.

    "Now," Collette said, "submerge yourself.  Hold yourself down as long as you can.  The longer you are under the water the wetter I will be.  You do want to make me wet don't you?" 

    "Yes," he croaked.

    Collette smiled, "good."

    Aaron exhaled and sank under the water.  Collette stood above him, looking into his eyes as he looked up and through the blue glaze of water at her.  His arms wind-milled, spinning to help hold his body beneath the surface of the pool.  Bubbles escaped his lips and drifted higher to explode on the surface. Aaron held himself under the water, looking at Collette.  He felt his lungs begin to burn and still he struggled to remain under the water.

    Collette watched him.  She stared into his eyes, reading in them the struggle in his head and the pain in his chest.  He was starved for air and still he held himself beneath the surface.  Collette was dripping as she realized his need for air was dwarfed by his need to do as she asked.  She watched as his eyes rolled backwards and he broke the top of the water, gasping and coughing loudly.  His breathing returned, short inward gasps that sounded painful and continued for a full minute before he was able to look up and squeak, "did I please mistress?"

    "Oh, yes.  Thank you.  You can climb out of the pool."

    "Thank you," he said.  His arms wobbles weakly as he pulled himself out of the water.

    Collette looked at Edward, "how many times did you spank yourself?"

    "Forty, mistress."  He giggled slightly, "well, eighty, but only forty counted."

    "You know,"Collette said, her voice a lilting sing-song of giddiness, "I just don't remember any of them.  I guess you'll have to start over."

    He whimpered and croaked, "yes, mistress."

    Once again Mark began to paddle his own ass.  The blows were softer, the sharp retort of the wooden paddle striking his ass not as loud or piercing.  He counted them aloud and thanked Collette for each of them.  Collette stood over him, grinning broadly at the deep pink hue of his ass and the wet gasps of pain that escaped his clenched teeth.  

    "...forty, thank you, mistress," Edward finished.

    "Very good, Edward," Collette purred.  "But I don't think that you put as much effort into those.  They sounded, I don't know, pulled.  Do start over."

    "Yes, mistress," Edward whimpered, nearly in tears.

    Edward began again.  The paddle retort was louder and Collette gushed as she watched Edward's ass shake under the force of the blows.  He counted them aloud, once again thanking her for each of them.  When he reached the last one his arms buckled and he fell forward, face first onto the hard pool deck.  "Thank you, mistress.  Thank you, thank you, thank..." his voice faded.

    "Stand up, Edward."

    Edward slowly climbed to his feet.  His legs were shaking uncontrollably and his cheeks were wet with his tears.  His ass was a deep crimson and his chest was heaving with as his quiet sobs racked his body.  "Mistress?" he croaked.

    Collette looked at him and teasingly asked, "did you like that?"  She knew from the sound of his voice, the tears in his eyes, and the heaving of his chest that he did not enjoy it. 

    "No, mistress," he admitted.

    "I did."

    He smiled weakly, "I'm glad."

    "Thankyou for your honesty, Edward.  You may masturbate."  She looked over at me, lying on my back, unmoving and said, "come on his face."

    He walked over to where I was lying and stood by my head, "thank you, mistress," he said, sniffling.

    Collette looked down at me, "open up."

    I obeyed.

    Edward began masturbating, rubbing his cock into turgidity.  He stroked his erection, pumping his hand in ever more feverish strokes.  His leg muscles flexed and he rose unconsciously to his toes.  He grunted with each stroke and gasped as he exclaimed, "coming."  That was all he said before his cock exploded and hot sperm flew from the tip.  He pointed his cock at my face as he came, his eyes clenched shut.

    I held my mouth open as Edward came on my face.  His sperm was hot and stuck in my beard.  Some, inevitably, landed in my mouth and when his pleasure past and he stepped away, I closed my mouth and swallowed.  My face remained neutral, having eaten my own and other men's sperm countless times.  Edward thanked mistress Collette and stepped aside to await further instructions.

    Collette purred.

    A klaxon sounded.    The announcing system flared to life, "fire! Fire in the port machinery space.  All firefighting personnel report to the port fire station.  This is not a drill.  Mistress Collette, please report to the bridge."

    And the deck erupted with activity.  

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