I made my way to the galley first.  Crewmen and women were eating their meals and talking amongst themselves.  They all watched me as I came in.  The knew my name and that I was always working under orders of Mistress Collette, and that my word was only overruled by the words of Collette herself.  They knew my role.  I walked to the center of the galley and asked for six volunteers.

    Eleven hands went up; everybody that was present. 

    "Six men need to accompany me to the pool deck," I said.  "If you are on duty or going on duty, please put your hands down.  Sorry ladies, we are teaching a new visitor how to suck cock and that is why I need men."

    The women put their hands down as did two men.  It left me with my six volunteers and one extra.  I picked one at random and said to him, "next time, perhaps." 

    He nodded and said, "yes, sir." 

    Turning back to the six selected volunteers I said, "clear your dishes and follow me."

    The six men obeyed immediately. They stood up, some of them taking a final bite or two of their meals, and got rid of their dishes.  They followed me from the galley, none of them speaking. No words were necessary.  I led the six, naked men back to the pool deck where Collette, Marlene, Darren, Travis and Melinda were waiting. 

    Travis was barking like a dog with a horse-hair butt plug in his ass while Melinda rolled a little red, rubber across the floor.  Travis would bark and pant and was his "tail" until Melinda shouted out, "fetch."  Once the command was given Travis would crawl across the pool deck and retrieve the ball in his mouth and then hurry back, still on hands and knees and drop the ball from his mouth into Melinda's waiting hand.

    "Good boy," Melinda would say, patting his head.

    Collette was laughing and Marlene was in absolute hysterics.  "This is fun!" she exclaimed.

    Melinda picked up the ball and rolled it across the pool deck again.  Travis watched the ball roll to a stop about thirty feet away.  He looked at it and then back to Melinda.  Melinda spoke, in French, and Travis bounded away from her.  He crawled quickly, the tail sticking from his ass wagging like a real dog's tail.  He scurried across the pool deck and picked the ball up in his mouth.  With the ball in his control he raced back to Melinda's side and dropped the ball into her waiting hand. 

    She praised him in French and he dutifully wagged his tail. 

    Marlene roared in laughter. 

    I returned to Collette's side.  "Mistress," I said.  "Then men, as requested."

    Collette thanked me and asked me to fetch some drinks while she saw to the six new men that would help train Darren to suck cock.  She called the men over to her and had each of them lay down, face up; each on their own lounge chair.  When the men were positioned, Marlene, still laughing, ordered Darren to the first one and to "suck him off and swallow his sperm."

    "Yes, mistress," was his reply.

    Darren crawled between the first man's legs and gripped his cock as I had shown him.  He slowly began to lick the man's growing cock; feeling it strengthen as it lengthened in his grip.  With the cock now fully erect, Darren engulfed the man's cock, sucking it fully into his mouth.  He began to bob his head, pulling the cock from his mouth and dropping his mouth back down onto the erect cock.  Up and down his head bobbed, sucking the man's cock with growing fervor. 

    Melinda threw the ball and commanded Travis to "fetch." 

    I made my way from the pool deck, leaving the activities behind me.  I quickly fetched lemonade, spiked with vodka.  I carried the drink on a large, rectangular tray, back to the pool deck.  I delivered the drinks to the three women; Collette watching Darren give a blow job to the first of the six men I had collected; Marlene, watching Derrick and giving "pointers so that he will make her a fortune," and Melinda, still playing fetch with her husband.  They were all having a good time. 

    "Thank you," Collette said, taking the drink from my hand. 

    "You're welcome."

    "I want to watch tug-of-war," Collette said.  "Go fetch six women and some nipple clamps.  The mean ones." 

    I knew the clamps she meant, "yes, mistress."

    "Hurry back."

    "Yes, mistress," I repeated.  Once again I left the pool deck.  I made my way into the ship and headed back to the galley.  Two women were eating and I collected both of them.  I instructed them to go to the pool deck and then left the galley.  I went down a flight of stairs and began going door to door of the ships crew quarters, collecting the next four women as Collette had requested.  The four made their way to the pool deck as I went to gather the Japanese clover nipple clamps; the mean ones as Collette had requested. 

    With the clamps in hand, I made my way back to the pool deck.

    "Welcome back," Collette said to me as I returned to her side.

    I nodded at her, "mistress."

    She looked at the clamps in my hand and held her hand to me, "I'll take those."

    I handed the clamps to her.

    "Thank you," she said.

    The red ball rolled past me and Travis immediately gave chase, this time with a happy little barking sound.  Darren had moved on to the second man, sucking on his cock with apparent fervor.  He seemed to be doing better; the practice was doing him good.  "You are welcome," I said as Travis returned with the ball in his mouth.

    Collette motioned two of the women to her.  "Here," she said, handing a pair of nipple clamps to each of the women.  "I want to watch a game of tug-of-war."

    The women each took a proffered set of clamps.  They seemed confused; as if they didn't understand the game that Collette wished to see.  "Mistress?" the taller of the first two women said.  "What should we do?"

    Collette grinned.  I want you to clamp yourselves together by the nipples.  Each of you will wear one side of each clamp until each of you are bound together by the clamps biting into your nipples."

    "Yes, mistress," the woman said.  The two women clamped themselves together by the clover clamps.  Each of them hissed as their nipples were bit by the painfully cruel clamps. 

    When they were clamped together, Collette continued.  "Now," she said.  "You two separate, trying to pull the clamps free of the other person.  The winner is the one wearing both sets of clamps hanging from their nipples.  The loser will be the one totally free of the clamps.  The loser will pay a penalty, the winner advances to the next round.  Any questions?"

    Travis raced by on hands and knees, barking after the red rubber ball.

    Marlene watched as Darren choked on a large burst of sperm from the man's cock he was dutifully sucking.  He couched and gagged and pulled away as a second spurt of semen landed on his cheek.  Marlene laughed and said, "don't miss a drop.  Your clients will appreciate you more, don't you think?" 

    It was not a question that really needed an answer, but Darren answered none-the-less, "yes, mistress."  With that Darren reached up and scooped the spilled semen with two fingers.  He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean to both Marlene's and Collette's delight. 

    The two women began to play tug-of-war.  They separated and stopped with a loud wincing sound.  The clamps would tighten as they were tugged; that was the devilishness of those clamps.  They were mean and painful.  It made them perfect for the game the women were playing.  The taller of the two women spun around one hundred eighty degrees; pulling both clamps off of her nipples.  She had hoped that her nipples would be wearing the clamps, luck, however, was not with her during her maneuver.

    "Okay," Collette said to the woman whose nipples were still wearing the clamps, "match up again against whoever you want."  She looked at the woman who had lost round one and said, "come here."

    With obvious trepidation the young woman with the jet black hair stepped towards Mistress Collette. She was shaking nervously, afraid of what her penance would be.  "Mistress," she said in a week voice.

    Collette dug through the gathered toys and handed the woman a monstrous dildo and a bottle of lube.  "Take these," Collette said, "and put the dildo in your ass."

    The woman took hold of the cock; it was easily eleven inches long and about three inches thick.  The color drained from the woman's face and she said weakly, "I don't know if it will fit, mistress," she said. 

    Collette laughed; it took courage to question her and she had to admire the woman's courage. She would pay for it later, she promised herself but not just yet.  Collette shook her head and said, "what is your name?"

    "Roberta, mistress," the woman said, "I'm a nurse in the infirmary."  She said the last word with a faint accent that I could not place; Russian perhaps.

    "Well, Roberta," Collette said, "if I prove to you that it will fit, will you try then?"  She was toying with the young woman.

    "Of course, mistress."

    Collette looked at me with a smile and I could only nod in understanding.

    I crossed over the the woman and took the lube and the huge artificial penis.  I popped the top of the lubricant and liberally coated both the dildo and my ass.  I winced once as the dildo slipped into my ass and let out a soft moan as the full length of the fake cock disappeared into my body.  I turned around to show Roberta.

    "You see, it is not too big," Collette said.  She then looked at me, "you can take it out and hand it back to Roberta." 

    "Yes, mistress," I said. I pulled the cock out of my ass and handed it back to Roberta.  "Here you go," I said without thinking. 

    "Thank you," she said.  The trepidation she was feeling was still in her voice, but she knew any complaining she had would fall on deaf ears.  The dildo seemed heavy in her hand.  She took the lube and aped my actions coating both the dildo and her naked ass.  She grunted and groaned and worked the cock slowly into her ass.  I had the luxury of having had even larger cocks in my ass on many an occasion; Roberta was not as experienced and had to fight with the dildo.  Finally, as Collette knew it would, the cock slipped fully into her ass. 

    "It's in," she squeaked.

    "Good," Collette said.  She spread her naked legs, the lounge chair holding her thighs apart.  "Now, eat me."

    Roberta's eyes lit up.  If it was a punishment it was a punishment with fringe benefits; it was the type of punishment she would hope for anytime she earned a punishment.  Roberta crawled along the lounge chair, sliding her hands along Collette's calves.  The lounge chair squeaked as Roberta slid up Collette's legs.  With her tongue extended, Roberta gave a tentative swipe against Collette's pussy.

     Collette purred.

    Travis barked as once again he went scurrying across the pool deck.  Melinda seemed to be enjoying the game of fetch immensely.  She was, to Travis' dismay, not tiring of the game. 

    Darren gagged on his third cock, choking on the size of the man's erection.  He coughed as the large penis tickled the back of his throat, pulling his mouth off of the erection.  Marlene was watching him and coaching him; using her years of experience to make sure that "he was a good cock sucker."

    "We do want to retire early, don't we," she teased.

    Darren returned his mouth to the large, erect penis that throbbed to the man's heartbeat. 

    Roberta pressed her mouth to Collette's sex.  Her tongue pierced Collette's pussy, sliding into the velvety recess with tender ease.  Collette gasped in delight.  Roberta delighted in Collette's moans of delight.  She began to tongue Collette's sex with ardent fervor; licking and sucking and tickling the soft folds with her practiced tongue. 

    Travis barked as Melinda rolled to ball again.  The ball rolled across the pool deck and another bark rang out as Prince bounded down the starboard side of the ship to catch the ball in his young mouth before Travis had even spun around to see it.  Melinda laughed and Marlene even pulled her attention away from her husband and his cock sucking practice to laugh at the startled look on Travis's face and the happy look on Prince's.

    Roberta brought her hands up to Collette's sex. She slipped a finger into Collette's warm sex and slowly, almost teasingly, she rotated that finger in lazy circles.  Her tongue continued to lap at Collette's pussy like a kitten at a bowl of cold milk; rapidly with soft strokes.  Collette gasped and like that same kitten, purred.  Her hips lifted and rotated and Roberta kept her face and fingers firmly pressed against Collette's warm body.

    Prince returned the ball to Melinda even if she didn't understand the words she was speaking.

   Travis looked at his wife with a sad confused look on his face.  He shrugged his shoulder as if to say, "what do you want me to do?"

    Melinda looked at him and beckoned him to her side.  She took the ball from Prince, who was wagging his tail enthusiastically.  Looking at her husband and at Prince she said, in French, "let's have a race.  I'll roll the ball and both of you can chase it.  Whoever brings it back first wins."

    Travis spoke, "wins what?"

    "Just wins.  But, if you lose, you get punished."

    Travis groaned.

    Collette groaned as Roberta continued her ministrations.  She lapped at Collette's clit, which stood and throbbed with a beat of its own.  Roberta licked and sucked and exhaled a hot breath on Collette's wet pussy.  Collette groaned.

    The little red ball rolled by Collette's lounge chair and both Travis and Prince gave chase.

    Prince, unhindered by a large object in his ass and much more adept at running on four legs reached the ball long before Travis got half way.  He raced past a sad looking Travis and with his tail wagging, brought the ball to Melinda's waiting hand.  "Good boy," she said in French.  I didn't understand the words exactly, but the tone and reaction by Prince more than translated for me.  Prince was wagging his tail, while Travis returned to Melinda for his punishment, his tail hanging between his legs.

    Melinda looked at Travis and commanded him to turn around.  She climbed out of her chair and made her way to the box of toys. She grabbed a small heart-shaped paddle.  It was made of a red hardwood and I knew from personal experience that it was a vicious paddle despite its small size.  Melinda crossed back to where Travis was kneeling on hands and knees with the tail hanging from his naked ass.  She said something to him and then swung the paddle.

    It was not a noisy paddle, but the noise Travis made after the paddle struck his ass more than compensated for the soft thump the paddle made against his body.  "Un," he said.

    The paddle fell again and again Travis hissed and rocked forward under the force of the stinging blow. "Deux," he said.

    Melinda brought the paddle down again.  Travis rocked forward and to his left.  He moaned in pain and hissed through clenched teeth, "trois."

    They blows fell; "quatre, cinq," and still Melinda kept striking Travis's naked and plug-filled ass.  "Huit, neuf, dix."  She stopped at ten.  She picked the ball up again and once again she rolled it across the pool deck.  Prince bounded after it.  Travis stopped and waited for Prince to begin running back to Melinda's side, Travis grabbed the slobbered-on ball from Prince's mouth and shoved it in his own mouth.  He spun around and dropped the ball at Melinda's feet with a happy, human bark.

    Melinda burst out laughing.  Prince chased his own tail.  Melinda was shaking her head as Marlene and Collette burst out laughing at what Travis had just done.  He had cheated to prevent receiving another ten whacks from the heart-shaped paddle that seriously stung.  Melinda picked up the ball and tossed it to Prince who chased it and then seeing that the game of fetch was over, he lay down with the ball trapped between his front paws and began to chew the ball; he graciously accepted his prize.

    Melinda picked up the paddle again and spoke to Travis. Collette translated for us, "for cheating," she explained.

    Travis nodded and spun around, baring his ass to Melinda again.

    Roberta continued to tongue Collette's pussy.  She probed her sex, her tongue piercing the soft, wet folds.  Collette gasped in pleasure as Roberta continued to lap at her pussy.  She was barely able to keep track of the game of fetch that Melinda had Travis playing with Prince; she had been lucky to be able to translate for the men and women present. 

    Melinda paddled Travis's ass again; not having him count.  She struck him a dozen times, each time the paddle fell he rocked forward.  At the end, his ass was a deep crimson and he had tears in his eyes.  Melinda had Travis stand up and not move; allowing him recover from the paddling.  She called Prince to her and when he came to her, wagging his tail, she pet his head and body, cooing to him like an adult to a newborn baby. 

    Collette came.  She screamed out, "yes," and bucked against Roberta's face.  Her legs fell to the ground and her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.  "Very good," Collette breathed. 

    "Thank you," Roberta hissed as the monstrous cock in her ass shifted. 

    Darren finished sucking on his fourth cock, his face coated in dried sperm.  He climbed from one cock to the next and once again began sucking on a hard cock.  His mouth was sore and tired and he longed to stop, but he knew that Marlene would not allow him to stop until he was finished with all six cocks that he had been ordered to suck.  He bobbed on the cock, sucking it fully into his mouth.  His tongue probed the tender head; he was learning quickly how to pleasure a man, not because he wanted to bring the man pleasure, but because he wanted this practice to end. 

    Roberta climbed to her feet and stood there waiting for Collette to give her further directions.  She shifted uncomfortably as the monstrous cock in her ass grew heavier.  It seemed to be growing larger, or she thought, it just felt like it.  She hissed and gasped and shuffled from foot to foot.  She kept quiet, simply waiting for further commands. 

    Collette called two more women to her and had them start the next game of tug-of-war.  They were clamped together by their nipples as the first two women had been, and when Collette gave the command the two women began to tug and pull and the woman on the left, a very short blonde screamed as the nipple clamps pulled off of her nipples and fell noisily to the pool deck.  The blonde had lost.  

    Collette beckoned the blonde to her, "come here."

    Rubbing her nipples, the woman approached.

    "What is your name?"

    "Lisa, mistress."

    "Well, Lisa," Collette said.  "You lost and you need to be punished?"

    "Yes, mistress," Lisa said softly.

    Collette looked at me, "Dennis," she said, "bring me a small rope and two eight ounce weights." 

    I hastened to obey.  I handed the items to Collette and returned to my silent vigil.

    "Grab the clamps," Collette commanded Lisa.

    Lisa grabbed the Japanese clamps from the pool deck.

    "Put them on."

    Lisa obeyed, wincing as the painful clamps once again bit into her tender nipples.

    Collette handed the weights to Lisa, "hang these from the clamps."

    Lisa groaned but obeyed.  The weights pulled the clamps and increased her pain dramatically.  Collette looked at Lisa's face, contorted in pain.  Her pussy dripped.  "Now," Collette said as she handed the rope to Lisa, "all you have to do is jump rope." 

    Lisa took the rope and moaned.

Collette looked at Lisa’s pale face, “one hundred times,” Collette commanded.

Lisa moaned and clenched her fists around the wooden handles of the jump rope. She hesitated, as if willing the moment to pass and the pain to never come.

Collette raised an eyebrow and said, “one hundred twenty.”

Lisa shook her head back and forth as if to plead, “no.”

“One forty.”

A look of slow comprehension stole over Lisa’s face; the more she hesitated the worse the punishment would be. It was like that frequently; the punishment for disobeying was always worse than the original order itself. It was always better to simply obey than to face the consequences of one’s disobedience. Lisa spun the rope over her head and leapt into the air, jumping the rope as it crossed under her feet. The weights hanging from her nipples bounced with the leap and pulled unmercifully against the young woman’s nipples. She gasped in pain and winced a weak, “one,” just as the rope rounded her head again. Again she jumped into the air, the weights and clamps digging into the soft nubs of her nipples. “Two,” she managed.

Collette shivered in lust and whispered, “faster.”

Lisa began to jump faster; no longer hesitating to obey. The rope became a blur as she counted higher. “Twenty,” gave way to “forty-six,” which yielded to “seventy-three.” At “ninety” one of the clamps came off and Collette told her not to stop. Both weights were now tugging painfully at only one nipple. Lisa was crying as she stopped at “one-forty,” with the two weights hanging painfully from her left nipple and her right nipple unadorned.

“That was great, Lisa,” Collette said. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome, mistress,” Lisa said, sobbing quietly.

“You can remove the clamp and then eat me.”

Lisa wiped her eyes as she removed the last nipple clamp. She walked over to where Collette was sitting with her naked thighs parted widely and pressed her face against Collette’s dripping sex. Collette moaned and thrust her breasts upward in delight. Collette looked at me and asked for three huge dildos which I quickly fetched, “Here you go, mistress,” I said. Collette opened her eyes as I spoke. She called the three remaining women over to her and had me hand each of them a dildo. “Ladies,” Collette said between delighted gasps, “you three will wrestle. The last one to have one of these dildo’s in your ass wins. And before you ask, no, you can not have any lubricant. Use each other’s pussies for lube. You must shove the dildo in an opponents pussy and then her ass to force that woman to lose.” Her eyes drifted shut, as she said, “And you don’t want to lose.”

The three women seemed to understand the last; the punishment for losing would not be enjoyable. Then again, they had to wonder, were any punishments enjoyable? The first woman, a short brunette with small breasts and a tattoo on her back of a large dragonfly swiftly began the assault. She dropped to her knees on the hard pool deck and rolled forward. She was a human bowling ball as she knocked the remaining two women to their knees. Working quickly, the tattooed lady spins onto her stomach and jumps into a tight ball. She twists and grabs a young woman of no more than twenty and sits painfully on the young woman’s chest. She grips the dildo in one hand and quickly shoves it into the young woman’s naked sex. The tattooed lady spins the dildo in a few large circles and then pulls it from the younger woman’s pussy. The young woman is wailing and flailing but not making any progress against the heavier woman sitting on her chest. The tattooed lady quickly shoves the dildo into the young woman’s ass and says proudly, “that’s one.”

Collette moans at the pleasure she is feeling as Lisa begins to tongue at her sex. She feels the muscle as it rakes along her extended clit and purrs in response. Collette’s eyes drifted shut as Lisa continued her ministrations, not watching as the wrestling match continued. I keep my eyes opened; I will serve as the referee if the situation arises.

The tattooed lady grabs the second woman’s leg and pulls her to the ground just as she was able to climb to her feet following the strike that the tattooed lady had bowled. She fell to the ground hard and lay still. The tattooed lady stopped and paused; looking at Collette and than to me. The second woman, blonde and pretty but unmoving, moaned in pain. I nodded to the tattooed lady and declared her the winner.

Collette opened her eyes.

I nodded to Mistress Collette, indicating that the tattooed lady did indeed win the contest and that the other two women had indeed lost.

Collette looked at the woman with the dragonfly tattoo and said, “You made short work of that, didn’t you?”

The woman looked as if she was uncertain if the question required a response and so said nothing.

Collette nodded and gasped as Lisa raked her tongue over Collette’s heated clit. Collette shuddered and continued in a slow, hitching voice, “for your reward, you will help punish the two women who lost. Grab any paddle you want from the collection of toys and then stand here.” Collette pointed next to her. She then looked at the two women who were standing silently off to my left. “Come here, you two.”

They obeyed.

“Did you even try to win?” Collette toyed with them.

They, like the tattooed woman, kept silent.

“Both of you bend over and wait.”

They bent.

The tattooed woman returned with a see-through paddle. I knew, from experience, that it hurt. A lot.

Collette nodded at the choice and commanded, “Give each woman fifty smacks.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Lisa continued her ministrations. She inserted two fingers into Collette’s wet sex and tickled her clit with her tongue. Collette was twisting subtly at the hips as her pleasure climbed towards the precipice of release. The first gasp of pain as the first strike hit the first unprotected ass drove her over the edge and she came loudly. “Yes,” she shrieked, “God, yes.”

The tattooed woman began spanking the first of the two women that had lost their match. She raised the paddle and brought it firmly down on the unblemished bottom of the brunette’s ass. The brunette shrieked in pain as the paddle fell, rocking forward under the force of the blow. With the paddle being see-through, you could witness the paddle striking the unprotected flesh. You could see the flesh buckle with the blow and the skin press flat. The tattooed woman continued spanking the first woman; the paddle rising and falling and through the paddle you could see the white flesh turn pink and then red and by the end of the fifty smacks the red ass had the tinge of purple. The brunette was crying and rubbing her ass when the paddling was finished.

The tattooed woman approached the second loser in the match and as before administered the fifty brutal slaps with the thick, clear paddle. As with the first woman, the second woman’s ass was burning and an ugly color when the punishment was over. With the tattooed woman done she returned the paddle back to the stash of painful implements and pleasurable toys. “Finishes, mistress,” the tattooed woman said.

“Masturbate,” Collette commanded her. “Have a good orgasm.”

Her eyes lit up, “thank you, mistress.”

Collette looked to the two women still rubbing their sore asses, “you two can masturbate, too.”

“Thank you,” they said together.

Collette smiled, “but you two are not allowed to come. Just masturbate. When you get close to coming, stop. Wait a few minutes and then start again.” Collette looked into the sky, “it’s about eight hours until bedtime, ya’ll can stop masturbating then. You can come tomorrow. Understood?”

Their faces fell as they said, “yes, mistress.”

The two women began to masturbate quickly. It didn’t take them too long before they were breathing heavily and pausing their self-paced ministrations. I could tell by the look on their face that their eight hours of denied pleasure would take its toll. It was a non-painful but definitely frustrating punishment. I knew from experience. I had to wonder with a small smirk what they would think of days of self-denial instead of hours.

Lisa continued pleasuring Collette’s pussy with her tongue. Collette stopped her after three additional orgasms; pointing out to the two women teasing themselves how good they felt. It added to their punishment and both women groaned in frustrated agony.

Collette sent Lisa away and then called me to her. “I’m hungry,” she said. “Have Jacques prepare some peanut crusted pork. I’ll be down shortly.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Bring a candle with you; a long-fat one, and some lube. I wish to dine by candlelight.”

I understood her meaning and again said, “yes, mistress.” I then turned to obey.

Collette looked at the gathered crew and commanded them to have fun and that she would be back in a bit. She turned back to the two women, teasing themselves and reminded them not to come.

They acknowledged with a groan as Collette left the pool deck.

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