On the Water part 4
I woke up the next morning alone, something that was very unusual for me.
Normally Laura is there when I wake, still in her sleeping cuffs which are
locked behind her back. She has slept like this for over a year now, I wondered
where she had got to.
I got up and quickly used the head before pulling on a pair of shorts. I didn't
feel comfortable enough with Laura gone to walk around nude.
I headed forward and found Ben sitting in the booth, the remains of breakfast in
front of him.
"Hey!" he said with a smile. "There should still be toast left and you can help
yourself to whatever from the galley. There's coffee in the machine."
"Where's Laura?" I asked.
Ben smiled. "Go up top, but don't disturb them, they have work to do. Another
rule of the sea."
"Ah." I said with a nod, wondering what was going on.
I padded up on deck and looked about for the women but didn't see them at first.
It was only when I walked over to the port (left) side of the boat that I found
one of them.
She was on her knees, a bucket behind her, scrubbing the deck with a small
brush. Her ankles were hobbled with a stiff spreader bar about a foot long, to
which a chain was attached that went up and across the roof of the boat. From
the dark stripes on her ass I assumed this was Amy for I couldn't see her head
in her bent over position. What I could see was nice though, and I spent a
quiet minute just watching the naked woman working.
The spell was broken when she sat up and dunked her brush in the bucket. She
saw me and immediately began to blush.
I put my finger to my lips and motioned for her to stay quiet.
I left her and walked to the other side of the boat, noting that the chain was
wrapped around the mast, locked and then continued on to the other side of the
boat.
There I found my wife, in the same position as Amy doing the same job and
chained the same way with a short bar locked between her ankles.
She looked as sexy as hell scrubbing the deck nude and I felt like taking her
then and there. But decided to heed Ben's request instead.
I left her alone and went back downstairs.
"Rule of the sea?" I asked him, pouring myself a cup of coffee.
"Yep! Every morning I expect the deck scrubbed before the slave girl can have
breakfast, and now that there are two of them I figured they should both be put
to work."
"Makes sense to me." I said, nodding. The coffee was good.
"It's just a little reminder to them that while us men are on vacation, they
aren't. I like any action that reinforces their role."
I grinned. "As I said. It sounds good to me. How long have they been at it?"
Ben looked at his watch. "About an hour and a half now. An alarm clock wakes us
up and I undo whatever bondage Amy might be in, then she starts her day. I had
her go wake Laura up right away. I had to cut open the padlock you used last
night though. Sorry."
"I was wondering." I said.
"From now on why don't you use ours. They're kept in a draw in the forward
locker. I'll give you a master key that will open all of them." Ben offered.
"Suits me. Have they been scrubbing the deck all this time?"
"Nope. First duty is cooking breakfast, which they cant eat. Then its up on deck
polishing the rails and washing anything that isn't deck. Scrubbing the deck
comes last. It's usually a three hour job for Amy alone, but with Laura's help I
see them getting it done in two this morning. With a bit more practice that time
will come down some more."
"I bet they'll be hungry when they're done." I said with a grin.
"Oh yeah. But first they shower and then they eat. I was thinking though..."
"What?"
"Well, since they will be getting the job done twice as fast as normal, I
thought that maybe they should do it twice a day. Once before breakfast and once
after lunch. Unless you feel we can keep them occupied with other tasks?"
I sat back and thought about it for a second. "I'm sure we could keep them
occupied, but I like the idea of them doing basic work like this. When does Amy
usually clean the inside of the boat?"
"When it needs doing usually." Ben answered.
"Well, why not make it an every day thing then for this cruise. Mornings are for
the outside of the boat and afternoons for the inside."
Ben held out his hand. "Deal."
We shook and Ben moved over to the navigation nook. "You'll have to excuse me
for a few minutes." he said.
"What's up?"
"I have to check the weather for today. It's good to always know what's going
on when you take to the sea. Weather is a big deal when you're out on a boat."
I nodded and ate my food, watching Ben as he played with his radios. The
weather report sounded good to both of us, and once Ben was done we both went up
on deck.
The women were on the fore deck now, scrubbing away with their heads down. I
could hear them chatting as they worked, and thought about whether or not they
should have been gagged first. Just to be interesting.
I mentioned it to Ben. "Call me evil, but they sound too happy to me. Should
they be happy while they're working?"
Ben laughed. "How about we see if it becomes a discipline problem first."
I smiled, but at his mention of discipline I thought about the marks on Amy's
ass and the caning we witnessed the night before. Could I do that?
Ben began an inspection of the boat, checking to see how clean everything was.
He looked the part of the pirate Captain, as he gazed with a critical eye on his
vessel and the lowly slaves that strove to make it sparkle.
The women eventually made it to the end of the deck and they stood up carefully
in their hobbles. Laura was about to pick up her bucket but she stopped when she
saw Amy stand quietly with her head down. I watched Laura look up at us for a
second before copying what Amy was doing.
Ben went and stood before them, I hung back a little. I could see that a little
drama was about to be played out.
"Who cleaned the starboard outboard rail?" he barked.
Laura looked up. "Me Sir."
"Eyes down slave girl." growled Ben in a deep voice. He was really getting into
character.
Laura looked back at the deck.
"The section next to the helm needs to be done again." he ordered.
"Yes Sir." Laura said, and began to move.
"Wait until I tell you to leave!" Ben said.
Laura froze.
"Amy, how many ropes are supposed to be in the port locker?" he asked.
"Four Sir." Amy whispered.
"I counted only three. Find the fourth and recoil the whole locker properly!"
"Yes Sir."
"When done put away your cleaning stuff and shower."
"Yes Sir." said both women.
Ben turned and grinned at me before turning back to the women.
"Go!" he barked.
Both women began shuffling as best they could in their hobbles and I watched
rather amused as they navigated around the boat. Their breasts jiggled
wonderfully as they moved, a sight I always enjoy. I also saw why the spreader
bars were so short, the deck around the cabin roof was not much wider than the
space they needed to get by.
Ben came up to me. "I usually try to find something wrong," he said, "if I don't
it means I haven't done MY job right."
I nodded and watched the women work. It didn't take them long and soon Amy led
Laura onto the rear deck where they used the shower hose to wash themselves
down. The locker the hose was kept in also contained soap and shampoo and Amy
used it without a thought. Laura was a little hesitant not being used to
showering in full view of God and the world but she dug in.
They had to share the shower head, handing it back and forth and holding it for
one another. I thought it was a wonderful way for them to get to know each
other, getting clean together.
I wondered, as guys are apt to do, if the two women would develop a relationship
of sorts with each other. I knew that Laura had experimented in college but
somehow the subject had never come up in my talks with Amy online.
I had no idea if she swung that way.
That was when I realized that if they did I wouldn't be bothered about it. I
still had reservations about any sexual contact between Ben and my wife, but
found no such reservations toward Amy.
What is it about us guys that find it so easy to imagine the women around us in
lesbian fantasies?
Do women think about us men the same way?
Ben went below for a moment and came back up with a key on a chain. "Here, a
master key. You can wear it around your neck."
"Thanks." I said, taking it.
The women finished up and Ben and I unlocked the chain that held them to the
mast. Still in their hobbles but otherwise free Laura and Amy went below to eat,
Laura blowing me a kiss as she went.
"Come on, lets prepare to get underway." Ben said to me.
"You cant be serious!" Laura said to me.
We were standing on the roof next to the mast. The women were standing on
opposite sides, their backs to the mast. I had just finished fastening a set of
suspension cuffs to Laura's wrists while Ben did the same to Amy.
Laura had just guessed what the something special was that Ben had mentioned
last night.
"You'll be fine, trust me." I said. Ben told me earlier what his plan was and I
had asked him the same question.
"But..." Laura began to say.
I put my hand over her mouth. "Hush. That's an order."
Laura looked scared, but she did as I asked.
I hooked her cuffs to the line hanging over her head as Ben had shown me and
then checked the line attached to her spreader bar. All was in readiness.
"Good here!" I said to Ben.
The big man nodded and walked over to a winch. I gave my wife a kiss and did he
same.
Ben nodded and we both started cranking.
Laura cried out when the rope pulled up on her cuffs but otherwise stayed
silent. She looked at me with her big blue eyes as I kept on cranking, lifting
her off the deck to hang by her arms.
Behind her Amy was already off her feet and Ben and I kept cranking until both
women were almost to the top of the mast thirty feet above the deck.
"That's good." Ben yelled and we locked the winches down.
We grabbed the lines coming down from the spreader bars and tethered them to
cleats at the base of the mast. Now the women wouldn't swing about.
I looked up and saw both women in their naked glory, visible for miles around
and totally unable to do anything about it.
I loved it.
"You sure it will hold?" I asked Ben.
"The mast and the lines have to deal a lot more stress than that when the sail
is up." he said to me.
I figured they did.
"Take the helm." Ben ordered. "Start the engines and watch me, not the women. I
need to bring in the anchors. When I wave advance the throttle just enough to
get us moving."
"Aye Sir!" I said, saluting him.
Ben laughed and headed for the bow.
Sitting at the helm I saw that Ben had already started the blowers. I started
the engine and waited for Ben's signal. I am rather proud in saying that I
managed the boat quite well as Ben was able to pull the anchors up without any
problems.
He came back to me and we gazed at our women high overhead.
"We'll try to go as smooth as we can." Ben told me. "Our movements are magnified
up there and the top of the mast swings back and forth a lot. As we sail
they'll find themselves suspended over water as well as the boat. All that
rocking will give them motion sickness and I wouldn't be surprised if one of
them throws up."
"Great!" I said sarcastically. "And this is supposed to be fun?"
"Well, fun for us!" Ben said with a grin. I laughed.
Ben wouldn't take the helm, instead he instructed me in piloting the boat out of
the lagoon and out into open water.
I handled the boat very carefully but soon grew in confidence. I really enjoyed
the experience of driving something so large.
Every so often I would look up at Laura and wonder how she was doing. Was she
enjoying her time up there or was she praying for it to end?
I figured the latter.
We left them up there for an hour and then we brought them down, the autopilot
running the boat.
Laura collapsed in my arms until I could get her freed from the lines, then she
pushed me aside and dove for the deck rail. I held her as she threw up over the
side and helped her to sit on he deck.
"Are you okay?" I asked, worried.
"Yeah, just sea sick. God that was wild!" she said.
"You liked it?"
"It was holy terror being up there, most of the time I couldn't even see the
boat and I felt that I was just hanging out in space spread out for the world to
see. It had to be the most terrifying exhibitionist stunt I've ever done!"
"I'm sorry." I said.
"What for? I loved it! But I don't ever want to do it again!"
Women, go figure.
I helped her up and took her below to clean up. Then, because she was still sick
I gave her some Dramamine and put her to bed to rest for a while.
On deck Amy had fared better, at least she hadn't tossed her cookies. She was
kneeling on the deck next to Ben who sat at the helm. She was still in her
hobble and she knelt because her butt was still to sore to sit on comfortably.
"Everybody okay?" I asked.
Amy gave me a brave smile.
"Where's Laura?" Ben asked.
"I put her to bed for a while."
"Could you do the same for Amy, she might as well get some rest too."
"Sure, put her in your bed?" I asked.
"Oh please, can I share with Laura?" Amy asked. "It will give us a chance to
talk."
"I think you ought to be resting, not talking." Ben said.
"Oh please Sir!" Amy pleaded.
Ben relented. "See that they rest." he said to me.
I smiled.
I led Amy to our cabin. I had just connected Laura's hobble to the bunk with a
short chain, but I felt with both women there a little more was needed.
I undid Laura's chain and with the Master key Ben had given me I removed both
women's hobbles.
"Stand face to face." I said.
Both women looked at each other nervously, but did as I asked. They stood facing
each other only inches apart.
I got some rope out of our supplies and bound their wrists behind them. Then I
tied a length of rope to Laura's wrists.
I was about to see if a step could be taken here.
"Stand together." I said.
The women both looked at me, nervous expressions on both their faces. Then
Laura looked away and stepped forward, pushing her breasts into Amy's. Amy
looked like she was about to step back, but held her ground.
I tucked the rope I had tied between Laura's legs and then Amy's, bringing the
end up behind Amy and tying it to her wrists. Amy gave a small cry as the rope
cut into her crotch, but otherwise said nothing. While I was behind her I took
the opportunity to examine her buttocks. Two dark blue lines crossed the lower
half of her butt cheeks, broken in the middle by the cleft of her butt. I saw
that the marks weren’t just a change of color, but actual raised welts. The rest
of her butt looked pail in comparison.
I reached out and brushed one of the welts with my fingers and Amy yelped,
pulling at the ropes that bound her which made Laura yelp as it dug into her
pussy.
"Sorry." I said.
"It's okay...Sir." Amy said softly.
I had many questions going through my head, but I held my tongue. I knew that
Ben and I would talk about this soon enough. Now was a time for more
pleasurable things.
I stood up and took a good look at the two bound beauties. The two women really
were the same height, although Laura had a bigger bust than Amy did.
That made things simple.
I took some more rope and tied it around their waists, pulling them tightly
together. This meant retying the crotch rope which I pulled on hard before
tying it off, getting moans from both women.
"You trying to split us in two, Don?" Laura asked me.
"I just don’t want the two of you to forget what makes you so important to us."
I told her.
"Humph! Is that ALL I am to you?" asked Laura in mock indignation.
"Of course not, sweetheart." I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Sometimes
you're a pain in the butt too!"
Laura turned her head away as if I had hurt her feelings, while Amy giggled.
I laughed and got another rope. I used one end to tie Laura's elbows together
then passed the rope around to do Amy's before bringing it around to secure the
last of it to Laura again. Both women kept shifting in their bondage,
attempting to find comfort in an uncomfortable situation.
"Get on the bed." I said.
The women carefully moved together until they fell on their sides on the bed. I
pulled and tugged them until they were centered. Then I tied their ankles
together and to the bottom of the bunk.
I tested all their ropes, pulling a little more on the crotch rope and then
kissed Laura on the ass.
"Get some rest now." I told them with a laugh, and went up on deck.
"That took a while." Ben said.
"I had to make sure they were properly tucked in." I told him with a grin. "You
should go check on them."
Ben smiled a curious smile and did just that.
A short while later he came up with a beer for me and a soft drink for himself.
"I had to change the bondage it just wouldn't do." he told me seriously.
"Why, what was wrong?" I asked. Had I over stepped the mark?
"You didn't gag them, I figured they wouldn't get any rest yapping at each
other."
I laughed and sipped at my beer. If Ben was okay with this then who knew what
fun we could have in the future.
End of Part 4
