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Seductive Master!
  The Cruise!
  Part Seven
by Carol H.(c)@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


    Two days having past, the yacht was making it's way into
port.  The port is a private island, owned by a businessman
Nathaniel knew from their business dealings, his name Athony
Graham.  He had invited Nathaniel for a party on the island.
    Elizabeth had spent the entire day with Mistress Ann and now
liked her more than any other Mistress she had known.  She had
watched Mistress Megan but still could not see the trait in her
that her Master had told her was there.  She brushed it off
without thought.
    As the yacht docked, the slaves where being readied either
to go ashore or be secured on board.  Slave Brain had been
secured to a bed in a rather odd fashion.  His hands cuffed
behind him, his legs free, his erect penis in a cock ring.
Attached to the cock ring an eyelet with a chain and the chain
was attached to the bed.  He could move around, but if he moved
too much the leash on his penis would stop his action.  Also it
would cause the penis to be pulled and played with, causing him
more agony in his denial of release.
    The slave, cunt, Kelly, was secured to a cross in the
playroom.  Nathaniel told her she was not trained enough or did
not obey enough to be brought before others and secured her
himself.
    Dana was to go with Master Richard.  He dressed her in a
thin summer dress, showing off her nipples nicely through the
thin material.  He placed leather between her legs pressed into
her pussy and secured it to the belt around her waist.  He left
her open otherwise.  She wore three and half inch high heels, but
no nylons or garter belt.
    Mistress Ann was taking Keith.  She asked Megan for him.
She wanted to feel his large, thick member inside her so badly
that she finally requested it of Megan.  Mistress Ann prepared
him with a cock ring, then slipped a pair of swim trunks on him.
His penis pressed firmly against the thin material of the tight
swim trunks.  Every part of his anatomy visible despite the
clothing.  He went without shirt but wore a pair of tennis shoes.
    Master Nathaniel decided it was time for Elizabeth to
experience Mistress Megan so he agreed to permit Megan to take
Elizabeth.  He was taking Jessica.  He had her prepared, a double
enema, bath, a quick, hard paddling on her bared buttocks to
insure she was hot and ready.  He placed nipple clamps on her and
then clips on her pussy lips, finishing off the dressing of this
region with a large butt plug pressed into her anus.  The dress
he picked for her was a simple one, but clearly yielded no
purpose, for it was see through and showed every part of her
body.  He topped her off with a garter belt and sheer nylons,
four inch heels, a collar and leash.
    Master Nathaniel, along with everyone else waited on the
dock for Mistress Megan and Elizabeth to join them.  Everyone was
ready to go to the party but they delayed them all.  Finally
Megan came up to the dock and said it would be quite a while
before she was ready and they should go ahead.  They left them,
after telling Megan exactly how to find the house.  They had to
walk through a forest for a short way, then a small village then
on the other side of village was the house.  Megan said fine, see
you there later and disappeared below deck again.
    Some thirty minutes later, Nathaniel and the host, Anthony
where making their way back to the yacht to get some business
papers, when Nathaniel stopped dead in his tracks at the

entrance to the village.
    The village people out, standing along the path which led
directly to where Nathaniel stood.  He heard them cheer and
scream "More", then applaud loudly.  He blinked his eyes several
times to confirm that he was seeing what he thought he was.
    Coming down the path was Mistress Megan, dressed in formal
attire, full length black gown.  In front of her was Elizabeth.
Nude, except for a dildo pressed deep into her pussy and nipple
clamps on her breasts.  Mistress Megan swung a strap against
Elizabeth's buttocks with every step she took.  Each time the
strap landed and Elizabeth yelped the villagers would cheer.
    Though they were accustomed to the Master/slave role, for
the owner of the island had many slaves himself, it was not
everyday they were treated to a public display.
    If Elizabeth slowed down or stumbled on the path of tiny
rocks because they hurt her bare feet, Megan took her and bent
her over and strapped her several times in a row.  Then stood her
upright, strapping her to get her started again.  By the time
Elizabeth reached her Master, the tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her face flush with embarrassment and humiliation.
    "Why?", is all Nathaniel said to Megan.
    "She was insolent Nathaniel.  I decided she needed a lesson
in humility." Megan responded.
    Nathaniel cupped Elizabeth's hand and pulled her aside,
"What did you say or do that was insolent?"
    "Master she said when I said, 'whatever my Mistress
desires', I was being insolent."  Elizabeth said through sobs.
    "And how did you say this?" Nathaniel questioned.
    "Just I say it to you Master, when I wish only to please
you, which is always."  Elizabeth declared.
    Nathaniel took Elizabeth back to where Megan stood.  "May I
have a word Mistress Megan?", he asked, as he turned to walk away
from the ears of Elizabeth and Antony.
    "Sure," Megan said following him.
    Once out of ear shot, Nathaniel became firm and cross in his
tone,  "My slave told me of her insolence.  She was not being
insolent Megan she is genuine in her statements.  Besides I think
you have gone too far in your punishment of her."
    "Nathaniel," Megan's voice rising in anger, "you gave her to
me for the night.  She is mine to do with as I please, providing
I do not cause permanent damage.  So do not admonish me in my
decision."
    "True Megan, but this is not just any slave, this is my
wife."
    "She is still your slave and must be treated as one.  There
should be no special treatment of her because she is your wife."
Megan said forcefully.
    "I make that determination Megan, not you.  You shall take
Jessica tonight.  I withdraw my permission on Elizabeth."
Nathaniel sternly told her.
    "You can't do that Nathaniel, going back on your word,"
Megan all but screamed.
    "I can and will.  This conversation is over for now.  You
shall have Jessica and Elizabeth shall be returned to me.  Now
get your ass up to the house before I use that strap on you."
Nathaniel commanded her.
    She started to say something more when Nathaniel reached for
the strap and pulled it from her.  He quickly doubled it over and
pulled his arm back.  She fell silent and moved past him, up the
path to the house.
    Nathaniel went back to Elizabeth, who still stood in tears,
he removed his suit jacket, slipped it over her arms and

shoulders then picked her up and carried her back to the yacht.
    Once on board he excused himself for a moment, started a
bath then came back for Elizabeth.  He carried her to the bath,
removed the nipple clamps and the dildo from her.  While she
soaked in the warm tub of water Nathaniel concluded his business
with Anthony.  Anthony excused himself, making sure Nathaniel and
Elizabeth would be joining them and then he returned to the
party.
    Nathaniel went into the room to find Elizabeth out of the
tub, sitting on the closed toilet putting some cream on the
bottom of her bruised feet.  Nathaniel knelt down and began to
massage the cream in with tenderness.  She began to sob again.
    He stood up, pulled her into his arms and held her lovingly
to his chest.  He bent his head down to hers and kissed her
several times on the top of the head.  Finally he lifted her in
his arms and carried her into the bed and lay down enveloping her
in his arms.  They lay quietly like this for some time, his hands
gently rubbing over her back and hair.
    "We must go to the party Elizabeth," Nathaniel finally said.
"But I will insure you are properly attired this time."
    "Oh Master, you were so right about Mistress Megan.  She is
cruel and does give punishment for punishments sake."
    "I tried to tell you wife," Nathaniel said softly.  "She
likes to give punishment and it has little do with pleasure much
of the time.  But don't you worry yourself about her.  I shall be
dealing with her myself in the very near future.  Now come and
let's prepare you for the party."
    Nathaniel rose from the bed and Elizabeth quickly stood up
on the bed itself near the edge where he stood.  She moved to him
and embraced him and kissed him deeply and longingly.  He
returned the kiss with all the passion of love he felt for his
slave wife.  The heat of the kiss along was almost as great as
the last orgasm they had shared.
    Nathaniel dressed Elizabeth in a long, flowing gown of
silver, with silver four inch heels, silver garter belt and
silver threaded nylons.  He placed her silver collar on her and
then added a pair of dangling earrings.  She looked sensational.
When she walked, the dress covering her heels, she looked as
though she floated on air.  The low cut in front exposed part of
her breasts, just enough to tantalize but not enough to arouse.
Nathaniel had decided it was important for Elizabeth to look
particularly lovely tonight and not as important for her to
remember her place as a slave.  Though Elizabeth never forgot her
place, regardless of how her Master treated or dressed her.
    When they walked through the village this time, the people
milling about looked but did not cheer.  Some whistled at the
beauty of this slave, but none snickered or cheered this time.
Elizabeth felt much better now, as she walked side by side with
her Master.  She still kept her submissive attitude but there was
pride in that submissiveness with the Master she walked by.
    When they arrived at the party all heads turned to take in
the lovely sight of this slave with Nathaniel.  Nathaniel looked
down at Elizabeth and smiled to her.  He felt pride in her beauty
also.
    Mistress Ann came to them and spoke to Nathaniel.  Within
moments Mistress Ann was taking Elizabeth to the powder room.
Once inside they chatted about Mistress Megan for the next twenty
minutes then finally returned to activities of the party.
    Slaves, nude, ran about the room serving drinks to the
guests.  A long banquet table was decorated and held a large
quantity of food on it.  Nathaniel stood next to the table
waiting for Elizabeth's return.

    As soon as she entered the room she saw him, bowed her head
to Mistress Ann and made her way to his side.
    "I trust everything is alright?" Nathaniel said to
Elizabeth.
    "Yes Master," Elizabeth said, not forgetting her place and
bowing her head to him.
    "Good.  If you wish some food please help yourself but get
me some first." Nathaniel said, taking his Master role once more.
    "Yes Master, thank you Master," Elizabeth said as she made
her way to the banquet table and began to dish up items she knew
her Master enjoyed.
    Elizabeth, while eating, stood looking about the room.  At
one end was a table with a slave secured to it in a spread eagle
position.  The slave, a woman, was blindfolded and Master Ray was
teasing her open sex.  She had been placed there for the guests
to enjoy by the host.
    Near the table stood Mistress Megan with Jessica.  Jessica
was kneeling down to Mistress Megan's feet, while Megan slapped
at her thinly clothes buttocks with a paddle furnished by the
host.  Elizabeth wondered what Jessica had done, if anything, to
deserve this punishment.
    The host stood in the center of the room now and announced
it was time to go to the playrooms.  Suddenly a number of slaves
appeared and went to each Master and Mistress, introduced
themselves as the escort and led the Master or Mistress to a
playroom with their slave.
    The slave escorting Nathaniel and Elizabeth opened the door
to the playroom, waited for them to enter then bowed his head.
"Master if there is anything you desire please call on your
escort slave, my name is slave Peter.  I shall be in the hall, on
knees, waiting to serve you."
    "Thank you slave Peter," Nathaniel said, "you may go now."
    Nathaniel turned back to Elizabeth and smiled.  Like a
school boy not knowing what to do, he stood there acting unsure
of himself.  Finally he said, "Wife, I don't feel much like
playing right now."
    "Whatever pleases you Master."  Elizabeth softly said.
    "Come wife, sit down over there.  I wish to talk with you."
Nathaniel commanded.
    Elizabeth went to the chairs he had pointed to and sat down
next to him.
    "Wife, my dear Elizabeth, I have great love for you.  I am
sure you know this.  But tonight I found that this love became
anger and jealousy when I saw Mistress Megan dealing with you.
I'm not sure what to do about this, for I have never felt it
before."  Nathaniel actually confided in Elizabeth.
    "Nathaniel, my Master, my love, perhaps it was who was
dealing with me, not just the act itself.  As you had said before
different things about Mistress Megan, I think, if I may say so,
it was the who, not the what."
    "Perhaps you are right," Nathaniel said pondering what she
had just said.
    "Master," Elizabeth said as she slid from the chair to kneel
before him.  "I was not harmed.  No permanent damage was done.  I
was embarrassed as I have never been before and humiliated but
not truly damaged.  I am still in one piece Master, with no marks
on me save those left by the strap.  Nothing less Master than if
you had used it on me yourself."
    "Yes slave, you are correct," he pulled her from her knees
and to his lap, "it just angered me so much when I saw her
parading you through the village that way.  I believe in public
humiliation, a sound spanking in public brings a slave to

attention quickly and is necessary.  But not what she did, I find
it repugnant."
    Elizabeth kissed him tenderly then pulled back looking into
his eyes.  The quiver she always felt rushed through her,
"Master, I am your slave, always and forever.  Whatever you wish
of me I will do.  But I ask you, Master, that you put this behind
you so I might bring you pleasure.  If you can not, then it may
be necessary for me to do something in utter disobedience to
regain your attention to our posts in life."  Elizabeth said with
a slight grin on her face.
    "Oh you think so," Nathaniel teased back, "perhaps I have
not spanked you enough today slave, to keep you in your place.
Is this why you are having such impish thoughts?"
    "Yes Master," Elizabeth whispered in his ear and giggled
like a school girl.
    "Get up slave, undress quickly, for I wish to teach you the
proper behavior of a slave."  Nathaniel demanded sternly.
    Elizabeth immediately got up from his lap, slipped the dress
off and lay it on the chair next to Nathaniel.  He rose and moved
to the center of the room, "Standing position slave, here," he
said harshly.
    Elizabeth moved to the spot and stood with legs spread wide,
hands behind her head.  Her heart lighter now for her Master now
spoke as her Master.
    Nathaniel walked to the cupboard across the room, opened it
and found a six inch wide wooden paddle with holes drilled
throughout it.  He walked back to Elizabeth and stood before her
with the paddle slapping into his hand.
    Elizabeth held her position, her head bowed.
    "Look up slave, I wish you to see the instrument I am going
to us on you.  I shall take it and smack your bared buttocks
firmly, heating them with each spank.  The heat will spread
through your body with each kiss of this lover.  The heat will
find your pussy and make you drip with your love juices.  I will
then tease your passion button until you are ready to cross the
edge of existence to life, but you shall be denied that pleasure.
This is your reward for impishness, slave.  Then, when I have
finished I shall take you from the rear, plucking my favorite
flower, but you shall not cum.  Your turn shall wait until I
recover from my first explosion in you.  You must remember slave,
discipline is for your benefit as well as mine.  It is to teach
you to behave and give me pleasure in the teaching.  Now go to
the horse and lay over it."  Nathaniel said with a sharp tone of
voice.
    Elizabeth quickly went to the horse, thrilled to see her
Master back to his old self.  Ready and willing to take the
punishment he had described.  Filled with the pleasures of being
with him.
    He did not tie her, for he knew she knew better than to
reach back to protect herself.  He positioned himself to her side
and slowly brought the paddle to her buttocks and rubbed it over
the white mounds of flesh.  He pulled it back slowly, as he swung
it towards her buttocks, Elizabeth felt the rush of air blow
against her then the stinging smack of the paddle kissed her
flesh.  She wiggled, not because it hurt, it didn't hurt that
much, but she knew her Master would enjoy the sight.  He swung it
again and she responded almost the same.  By the fifth swing she
felt the sting burning through her and finding her pussy.  By the
tenth swing her juices flowed from her easily.
    When he reached the fifteenth spank, she deliberately
reached back to protect her burning buttocks.  She did not want
to protect them; but more to spur her Master on, so he would feel

like his old self once more.  It worked, he brought the paddle
down firmly, chastising her for her action.  The force of his
blows kept her from doing it again.  Yet she had achieved her
goal.  After forty five sound spanks with the paddle she was
craving to be filled.
    Nathaniel removed his clothing, "Kneeling position slave,
here as before," he ordered.
    Elizabeth took her position, Nathaniel moved in front of
her, his erect member touched her lips.  She did not need
instructions but parted her lips and took him fully into her
mouth.  She licked the head of his member then ran her tongue
down the shaft.  She moved her tongue around and around his firm
member as if massaging it with her tongue and the tip of her
tongue felt the first drop of pre-cum when she concentrated her
energies on the head.  Nathaniel pulled out of her.
    He said nothing but she immediately went over so her ass was
pressed high in the air, her hands folded under her head.  He
positioned himself behind her and thrust his rock hard member
into her anus.
    Once fully inside her, he held himself there, his cock
twitching without any movement on his part.  He reached around
her, teased her nipples with his fingers then pulled on them
hard, causing her to let out a truncated scream.  He released her
nipples then ran his hand over body to just above her dripping
slit.  He moved his hands back to her breasts then pinched the
nipples lightly then hard, at the same time twisting them first
to the right then the left.  Elizabeth could hardly control
herself now, coming no longer was a desire but a need.
    She felt the warmth rushing through her as Nathaniel
continued his treatment to her breasts, still fully pressed into
her anus.  She tried to focus her eyes but could not as the wave
of blissfulness accelerated through her.  She was certain she
would end up coming without his permission, but with what she
felt she did not care.
    When her Master began to thrust in and out of her she was
pushed ever closer to the edge.  Once his member shoot his cream
into her the fire in her ignited, finding her shaking and
shivering with orgasm.
    Nathaniel, being too spent at the moment, did nothing about
it just then.  She lay on the floor with him pressed on top of
her.  When he recovered he slid off her and moved to the side of
her.
    "Again you have cum without permission.  What am I going to
do with you slave." He did not ask a question as much as make a
rhetorical statement.
    "I suppose I could soundly spank your pussy.  But this does
not seem to teach you well.  I shall contemplate your punishment
for a time.  In the meantime, come and suck me, bring my member
back to life."  Nathaniel spoke softly with no sternness to his
voice at all.
    Elizabeth began sucking on his limp member, within minutes
he was firm again.  She continued to tease his cock with her
tongue until he thrust it in and out of her mouth and exploded
deep into her throat.
    He lay back down and Elizabeth lay with her head on his
chest.
    "Of course," he finally said with a laugh in his voice, "I
could give you to Mistress Megan again."
    Elizabeth said nothing, for she knew he was teasing her, but
looked at his face just to reassure herself that he was smiling.
He was.
    She lay back down with her head on his chest.  He tenderly

teased her flesh with the velvet touch of his fingers.  He leaned
down to her head and kissed it then said, "I shall punish you
tomorrow.  You will remind me in the morning when we get on deck
with the others.  You will annouce it loud and clear."
    Elizabeth burrowed her head into his shoulder, "Yes Master,
as you wish."  They both fell silent.
    In one of the other playroom's the activities where just
beginning to heat up.  Mistress Ann was taking great pleasure in
dealing with Mistress Megan's slave Keith.  She knew of his hate
for treatment as a child, yet it aroused him so much she could
not believe he truly hated it.  She had been teasing him by
taking the role of a school teacher and him a naughty student.
She had even gone so far as to have the slave escort waiting to
serve her get a dunce cap for Keith to wear.
    "You have been a very naughty boy Keith," she said firmly.
"You will stand in the corner with this cap on until I decide how
to deal with you."  Then she pulled him by the arm and placed him
in the corner herself.
    She had removed his cock ring earlier, yet he still managed
to maintain control. Mistress Ann sat looking at his back.  She
stared at the buttocks she would soon spank with her hand.  The
muscles in them rippled as he shifted his weight from one foot to
the other.  She could feel the erotic sensation begin to build
within her as she thought about spanking those buttocks.  She
decided it would be a long, senuous spanking.
    She also decided she wanted this slave and would try to take
him from Megan.  Though generally not done, for there is honor
among the Masters and Mistresses, Ann wanted him and resolved to
have him.
    After making him stand there for nearly fifteen minutes she
ordered him back to the center of the room.
    "Well young man, do you know what you did wrong?"  Ann
asked.  She had told him nothing, giving him no instructions on
how to answer her, but relied, instead, on his own creativity.
    "Yes ma'am," he said timidly.  "I pulled Becky's hair and
when she slapped my hand I threw a book at her, missed her and
broke the window."
    "That's correct young man.  This is a very serious thing you
have done.  What type of punishment do you think you should
receive?"  Ann said in her best matronly tone of voice.
    She could see the effect she had on Keith as she spoke.  He
twitched about in front of her and his cock surged upwards every
couple of seconds.
    "I suppose," he said in a childlike voice, "I should be
spanked ma'am."
    "You suppose correctly young man.  Now come over to the
chair and lay yourself across my lap."  Ann said sternly.
    Keith got up, followed Ann to the chair and lay himself
across her lap.
    "How much do you think a window like that would cost, little
boy?"  Ann asked, once she had positioned him over her lap.  His
penis pressed between her legs, her hands rubbing his buttocks.
She could feel them quiver under her touch.  When she slid her
hand down between his crack and to his scrotum, he spread his
legs open for her and she fingered his balls.
    "I suppose," his voice cracking with excitement, making him
sound even more child like. "It would cost at least sixty
dollars, ma'am."
    "Well it would cost much more than that, but sixty will do
for your punishment.  That is how many spanks you will receive
young man.  Are you ready?"
    "Yes ma'am," he said, with real tears filling his eyes and

his voice reflecting his fear.
    Mistress Ann pulled back her hand, slapped his buttocks
firmly, but not uncharitablely, placing the first spank directly
over his anus, covering both cheeks.  He jerked as the blow
struck then rested back down over her lap.  She rubbed his
buttocks with a light silky touch with just her finger tips.  She
could feel his cock quiver as she kept it lightly pressed between
her legs.
    She brought her hand back again and slapped his right cheek,
a little harder this time.  He jerked again and again she lightly
caressed his bottom.  Over and over again she did this until the
sixty spanks had been administered.  By the time she reached
sixty he was pleading with her to stop and let him cum.  She
ignored his pleas, completeing her task at hand.
    When she had finished she was as stirred up with fire inside
her pussy as he was within his cock.  She took him fast.  She lay
down on the carpeted floor and spread her legs wide.   Without
instructions he thrust into her.  The thickness of his member
spread her wide open, more than she had ever been.  His full ten
inches deep within her generated so much friction she thought she
would die from the pleasure.  He thrust in an out of her hard and
fast then with his fingers found her clit and began to pinch it
lightly between his index finger and thumb.  She screamed when
the orgasm crashed through her body and shook for several seconds
afterwards.  He thrust into her again and pinched down on her
clit once more and she quickly crossed the edge again, as did he,
shooting his load into her.  She did not think he would ever
empty, but finally, after feeling his member jerk within her and
shot more of his cream at least five times, he pulled out of her
with a limp member.  They both lay back on the floor completely
satisfied.
    "Mistress, may I speak," he finally said to break the self
imposed silence.
    "Yes slave, you may speak," Ann said, trying to get herself
orientd to her surrounding again.
    "Mistress I have never felt such pleasure.  I would love to
be your slave."  Keith petitioned.
    Exactly what Mistress Ann wanted.  But she felt it necessary
not to show her delirious thoughts to this slave, so she lightly
cast it off by saying, "I will talk with your Mistress to see
what her feelings are.  Now no further talk of this.  We have a
long night ahead of us."
Continued seductII.8