by K C Douglas
***
Oscar was dumbfounded. His darling wife didn’t object when the young woman grabbed her hand and led the way out the door. He followed, as he vowed to watch the entire escapade even though he knew his wife would be severely humiliated.
Emma and Irene sauntered out into the public deck area and they were joined by Mia. The three walked around the busy corridor and it proved quite risqué for Irene. She knew her boobs were vividly on display and she felt the excessively tight shorts digging into her womanly parts, which likely exposed her as some kind of slut-tourist.
They walked around the crowded pool and lounging space and eventually went over to the covered fitness area. Emma walked straight up to one of the young aerobics instructors and no one knew she had prearranged a deliberate exercise session. Although the enclosure was fairly private, it was still visible from the deck and surrounding pool areas, which enabled Oscar to watch.
It was impossible to tell if people in the lounge chairs or at poolside could see into the exercise area because their faces weren’t visible, but surely some could spy on the action. When the music started, the instructor demanded the three women start moving to the beat and then about twelve women joined the group.
Soon they were doing jumping jacks, which was one of Emma’s requirements made to the young man. The routine was extremely voyeuristic even without Irene’s added exhibitionism and any onlooker definitely got an eyeful. Oscar was positive his wife’s boobs bounced out of the skimpy top on more than one occasion and he noticed the young instructor kept staring at the perpetual motion of his wife’s bouncy tits.
Oscar leaned closer when the next routine started. It was a yoga exercise and nothing looked sexier than Irene doing severe stretches with her legs spread. Another thing Oscar noticed was the apparent mocking from the other women, as they found his wife’s apparent, brazen appearance very irritating. Jealousy was never a good thing and the women’s expressions surely indicated they didn’t like Irene.
***
Oscar didn’t think the dominating woman could outdo the humiliation, but he was wrong. Emma deviously made arrangements earlier that morning and she booked one of the private massage rooms. She led her two nervous slaves deeper into the fitness area and even invited the enthused husband along.
Irene clung to Oscar’s arm and prayed her husband could finally get her out from the growing dilemma. The group was met by a very pleasant, young guide from India and she welcomed them into the ships private physio and chiropractic section, which also included two or three massage rooms. They stood in a small viewing sector along with a few other tourists and there were several rooms surrounding the central area.
The friendly guide pointed out the small windows looking into each room and even showed everyone an example of one of the massage rooms where someone was actually getting a massage. Without warning, the young girl surprised Oscar and Irene when she spoke directly to them.
“You like massage. Friend say you get massage and it already arranged,” she said and motioned towards Emma. Then she looked into Irene’s startled eyes. “You come. Priya give massage... friend say you come.”
Without any hesitation, Emma escorted the nervous wife into a small room, which had the neatest setup. There was an expensive padded, massage table in the middle of the room and a stainless steel cart on each side that was full of oils and materials used during therapeutic massages.
When Emma waved her hand and motioned for her slave to get up on the table, Irene quickly glanced at the small window that faced the viewing area. Irene noticed some shadows, but she couldn’t recognize anyone, which was a little disturbing because she didn’t know who was watching. Emma sort of pushed her to indicate her insistence so Irene climbed up on the table.
Things happened too fast and Irene was dazed and confused. Emma forced her to lie on her back and before she knew what was happening, the woman had one of her arms outstretched and firmly handcuffed to the corner of the table. There was no way to stop the woman and Emma easily bent the other arm and cuffed Irene’s wrist to the other corner.
Irene rolled her head back and forth and for some strange reason looked at the restrictive handcuffs. Suddenly it was too late! She was staring at one of the bonds when something cool clamped down around her ankle. Again she was helpless, as Emma cuffed one leg to the table and then promptly did the same to the other.
She had never been tied up or bound in any manner in her life. Irene sobbed and used the tears to see if she could garner some mercy from the strict woman, but it didn’t work. Emma merely stepped up to the head of the table and stared into the teary eyes.
“I paid for you to have a wonderful relaxing massage. They say an Aromatherapy massage relaxes a person and it is great therapy after a good workout,” Emma said. “I hear they’re really good and I paid for the best so it better be a great massage.”
Irene quickly turned her head towards the window opening, but the shadows on the outside prevented her from seeing anyone. Suddenly the woman’s hands moved and there was nothing she could do when Emma slipped a small blindfold around her head. The mask was adjusted to fit over her eyes and Irene was blinded.
Her heart started pounding and the rampant anxiety consumed her rationality, as she uttered childish whimpering noises. Emma bent over the squirming woman and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll leave you with Priya and Suhani and I’m sure they will take good care of my little girl,” she whispered and quickly shuffled out of the room.
The solitude was heart stopping. Irene stared into the blackness and suddenly her hearing became acute. She heard the door open very slowly and then the soft pitter-patter of someone tiptoeing across the room. Her head rolled towards the suspected movement and then she tried to listen even harder.
When velvety lips touched her ear, Irene flinched, as someone whispered at her. “You pretty girl. Priya make you happy.”
“Oooohhhh... noooooo.”
“Friend say you good girl... she want Priya and Suhani to make you happy.”
Suddenly another voice sounded on the other side and Irene jerked her head towards the sound. “We massage. Friend say you need special massage,” Suhani whispered and immediately put her hands on a shoulder.
The skilled fingers were magic. One girl massaged an arm and the other a leg, as the tension seemed to disappear in a flash. It took about two minutes for her breathing to calm down and her heart beat to settle. Irene felt the girls pour hot oil over her flushed skin and then her senses went crazy.
Irene listened to the sudden giggling and she tried to distinguish the comforting aroma of the soothing oil. Lavender! Yes, it was lavender, she decided.
Her eyes were closed and the dreamland felt wonderful. The oil was spread out over her bare skin and then the girls massaged it into her tired muscles. Irene didn’t even move when the fingers dipped under her top and abruptly started cutting the material with a pair of scissors.
Irene felt cool air drift across her exposed chest. There was the sound of the metal tongs cutting the top off her torso and she even heard the tiny whiffing sound when the top was tossed across the room. The vulnerability didn’t register and she merely tugged on the tight restraints that bound her wrists and ankles.
Then the daring fingers raked across her heated tummy and latched onto the elastic waistband of her shorts. The scene was theatrical, as Irene appeared to suck in her stomach and permit the sudden embarrassment. She moaned when the scissors cut through the thin material, which allowed the girl to rip off the shorts, and Irene was left totally naked.
Tied up, blindfolded and helpless, Irene felt more vulnerable than at any time in her life. She wanted to plead with the two foreigners, but knew it was useless. When more hot steams of oil were squirted across her boobs and all over her burning crotch, she wanted to die.
One of the trained girls fondled the luscious tits and the other used her skilled fingers to destroy the woman’s willpower. First the nipples were coated with the lave
nder oil and then the buds were vigorously rolled around before being stretched to unbelievable lengths. When Priya bent over and devoured a glistening rosebud, she used her teeth to nibble only on the very tip.
Suhani filled the heaving bellybutton and then squirted the oil over the upraised pelvis. She stared into the space between the spread thighs and noticed the pinkest slit with the tiniest clitoris tip peeking out. The girl purposely moved off the side and left a perfect view for the spectators.
Even Emma was amazed and more than a little aroused. She watched Priya molest and turn the enlarged nipples into boulders of stone. Her gaze shifted to Suhani and noticed how the girl used one hand to open up the gates and the other to yank the delicious clitty out of the den.
“Holy shit... holy fuck, Oscar, your honey is going to get her brains fucked,” she whispered to the captivated husband.
“Oh babe... oh honey... oooohhhh,” Oscar moaned and didn’t mind when the girl blocked his view.
Suhani thrust her face between the splayed thighs and wrapped her lips around the entire opening. You couldn’t see the tongue bashing the tender bud, but something made the shapely hips thrash around wildly and appear to go out of control.
Oscar’s eyes opened wider. Priya jumped up on the table and placed her knees on either side of Irene’s torso, as she crouched over to put her face against a flushed cheek. She was wearing a miniskirt and when Priya spread her legs, Oscar noticed the woman wasn’t wearing panties.
“Friend say you good girl... say you want to show husband,” Priya whispered and promptly kissed the woman on the lips.
Oscar didn’t even notice the other onlookers, as other tourists valiantly pushed closer to the small window to watch the alluring action. “Babe, oh geezus, you’re... you’re,” he whispered.
The scene appeared dramatic, as the naked woman on the massage table had her back severely arched. Irene’s neck was curved and she drove the back of her head into the soft padding, as the girl kissed her. She pulled hard on all of the cuffs and it was obvious she wasn’t getting away.
Priya broke the heated kiss and put her mouth next to the burning ear. “Friend say husband want to watch... watch wife orgasm. You good girl... Priya and Suhani make you happy,” she whispered and licked the blindfold in a taunting fashion.
“No, nooooo, please no,” Irene begged. She was positive her delicate clit was going to explode, as the girl used her teeth to nibble and stretch. “Pleeeeeease, no.”
“Friend say you fast... you like little girl,” Priya whispered. “You wait. Wait so husband can enjoy wife climax.”
Irene tugged on the cuffs until it hurt too much. “Noooooo, noooooo.”
Oscar stared in disbelief. Suhani pushed harder to spread the legs even wider and then she rammed a finger at the hole just below her teeth. No one had to wonder about how she curled her finger and raked the over-sensitive G-spot, as Irene’s ass bounced high in the air.
Suddenly Priya crawled forward and kneeled directly over his wife’s blushed face. The girl entwined all her fingers into Irene’s hair and she deliberately shoved her bald pussy into Irene’s open mouth. When Priya forced his wife to suck her leaking twat, Oscar almost lost it.
All of a sudden Oscar became aware of spectators. A woman leaned into the glass and spoke to the world. “Now there’s a slut... a real fucking slut,” she stated and rolled her eyes.
A guy was next to her and he was also amazed. “Christ, she’s a hot one. The bitch is getting her brains fucked out,” he declared and laughed at the shameful display.
Emma had to expand on the torrid affair, as it would heighten the humiliation. “Her name is Slut-Irene and she came on this cruise so she could satisfy her fantasies... also her husband’s fantasies,” she said and smiled at Oscar.
His fantasy was always a great turn-on, but Oscar never expected it would be embarrassing. Time was up and the girls had another job to do. Suhani spit out the womanly juices still in her mouth and left a gob on top of Irene’s raised pelvis. Priya used the handfuls of hair to rub the woman’s face through her soaked crotch a few times and then she pushed the head onto the padded table.
“You good slut... make Mistress Emma happy,” Priya said, as she straightened her clothes.
“Yes, good girl... you easy... like pussy eaten,” Suhani whispered.
One girl removed the handcuffs from Irene’s hurting wrists and the other from her abused ankles. “Clothes in drawer. You take,” Priya said and then both girls quickly departed.
When the room turned deathly quiet, it took her a long time to react. Irene slowly flipped the mask up and off her face. She instantly blinked a few times to refocus and then hurriedly glanced at the revealing window. There were several shadows and silhouettes visible, but thankfully she couldn’t recognize anyone.
***
Her entire body was soaked. There was oil all over her chest and lower extremities plus womanly juices on her face and abused tummy. Irene opened the stainless steel drawer and luckily found a top and pair of shorts that fit fairly decently. There were no undies in the drawer so she simply shrugged and donned the garments to make herself presentable again.
She was deathly afraid to exit the room, but she finally worked up enough courage. When she walked into the outside waiting and viewing area, Irene’s heart stopped. There was a crowd and everyone was glaring at her.
Irene recognized Oscar, Emma and Mia, but the rest were strangers who all leered at her in obvious contempt. She uttered a big sob and rushed across to fall into her husband’s arms. Oscar hugged her and he instantly started walking away, as he was too embarrassed to listen to anymore disdain.
Emma and Mia quickly joined them and the four hurried out of the fitness area. They walked through the lounging section and every time Irene caught someone laughing or talking, she thought they were making fun of her. When they neared the staterooms, Emma decided to torment the loving couple some more.
“That was the greatest afternoon. Tonight... well, tonight is going to be even greater,” she said and smiled. “The party is in your room again this evening and we’ll be there at six.”
Oscar wasn’t sure he was up for any more of the woman’s humiliation or taunting. When they neared their room, he hurriedly guided Irene inside so they could be alone for at least a little while. A hot, relaxing shower to supposedly wash away all of the sordid events of the long afternoon seemed appropriate and they mutually agreed to have one.
Irene desperately wanted to apologize for what happened yet she was too embarrassed so she didn’t say a word. The shower actually worked wonders and put her back into a much better mood, which made Oscar extremely happy. As soon as they got out of the shower, his mind was focused on only one thing.
Irene knew right away. She spotted her husband’s obvious hard-on and knew Oscar would not go away until he was satisfied. The couple embraced and fondled each other, which added to Oscar’s aroused condition, and they quickly wound up in bed. When her husband reached for the customary condom, Irene welcomed his sexual innuendos.
As a loving and devoted wife, Irene didn’t want her husband to think she didn’t crave having sex with him. Oscar’s aroused state was apparent, as his caresses and fondling were swift, and he barely got her stimulated. When her husband quickly opened the package and donned the rubber protection, Irene knew she’d have to hurry.
She realized what had to be done. Irene helped her husband by grabbing his pecker and guiding it into her waiting crotch. When her hand poked the head into the hole and slipped off the slender shaft, her fingers shifted straight to the throbbing clitty. Irene pinched the swollen clit and expertly rolled the bud around in the growing wetness.
Oscar gave one vicious shove and embedded his cock. The heat was overpowering and so was the tightness, as he started pumping his hips up and down. He hugged his wife and their faces rubbed against each other, enabling him to hear Irene’s desperate huffing and panting.
“Oh Oscar, I love you... I
’m sorry for what happened this afternoon. I didn’t know... didn’t know Emma would tie me up... make me do that,” she whispered, needing to get rid of the feelings of guilt and remorse.
Oscar tried to slow down, but his hips kept pumping. “I know... she’s a real dom... your mistress,” he whispered, as the first spasm shot through his stomach.
“Oh dear, I wanted to cry when I saw the others... the people who were watching,” she said and twirled her delicate clitoris around and around.
“Darling, I loved watching... seeing you tied up and not being able to defend yourself,” he moaned, as more spasms rocketed threw his guts.
“Honey, I’ve never been tied up. It was awful... I couldn’t stop them,” she whispered, pulling harder on the throbbing clitty.
His hips went out of control. “Yes, yes, it was fantastic. Let’s try the bondage thing when we get home,” he said and desperately grabbed for the thrashing hips.
Irene thrust her hips at him and tried to hurry. “Oh dear, I love you... want you so much,” she moaned and welcomed the first tremor, knowing she was on the brink.
Suddenly they were animals. “Fuck... fuck... fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned.
“Yes, fuck me... fuck me.”
“Gaaaaawwwwwkkkk.”
“Haaaaawwwwkkkk.”
“Fuuuuucccckkkk.”
“Yessssss, yes.”
She did it! Irene squeezed her throbbing clit and felt that familiar lust once again.
***
The couple fell asleep as soon as the orgasms ended and they didn’t even clean up. When the phone rang, they woke in a heartbeat and looked at each other. Oscar answered the phone and simply listened. He nodded and hung up without saying a word, and then he looked at his bewildered wife.
“We have 30 minutes. Emma said they’ll be over in 30 minutes. She said it will be the night of our lives and that she was going to ensure her darling slave would never forget the night she became a real woman,” he stated and raised his eyebrows in trepidation.
