The Tale of Two Women

A TALE OF TWO WOMEN

Chapter 7 -- Pleasures and Piercings

The yacht had been on the open water less than ten days. Brad's girls had spent much of that time nude, at Brad’s suggestion, getting total body tan. They had been reading extensively from his collection of erotic books and magazines and had watched many of his videos most of which had male domination and female subjugation as their main theme. They were also learning from the hands-on instruction of the two very skilled female deck hands who had been hired for this voyage specifically because of their expertise in domination and submission..

Brad spotted Anne and Cloe in the workout area of the yacht and found a place where he could watch what they were doing without being seen himself. The girls had on very high cut, white, spandex shorts, a tight white spandex sports bra, white tennis shoes and white cotton sox. They were working together on a high intensity aerobic routine to the accompaniment of some high energy music.

Clearly, they had worked out the routine together because they were perfectly synchronized in their movements. Brad was impressed not only at their energy, but also by their appearance; they could have been the leaders of a very popular TV workout program.

As they began to slow down at the end of their routine Brad made an appearance but urged the girls to continue until they were completely finished. He clapped in appreciation and they took a formal bow.

“Girls, you look great. The sun is treating you well and you are in fantastic shape. I’ve been thinking about you two a lot lately and I want to establish a few additional ground rules for you.

“ First, when I speak or contact either of you, even a slight feather touch, I want you to come to a fast stop regardless of what you are doing and come to attention. You can expect me to have my hands all over you at that point so be sure your tits and head are high and your tummy and ass are tight.

“Second, I want you to bring me the private journals I’ve asked you to keep in which you are recording your thoughts and fantasies. Start tonight and continue each Thursday night from now on. I hope you are making a diligent effort to jot down all the really good sexy stuff you are thinking and learning from my library and I certainly don’t want you to make anything up -- only the truth.

“Third, I want you two to give each other cock sucking lessons. At least once a day, perhaps during your workout routines, I want one of you to have the other really exercise their mouth and throat so that she can begin take a cock more deeply and more easily. You sex pots ready for all that?”

“I certainly am, Sir,” answered Anne quickly.

“Me too, to be sure, Sir,” Cloe said in short order.

Brad was touched by the journal entries he read. The girls seemed totally open in their written comments about their feelings toward him and the satisfactions they felt being with him. Anne revealed that she was relieved regarding her future with Brad because of his assurances that he would not “rent her out” as she had put it. Cloe didn’t say so directly but he gather she was beginning to understand her masochistic nature and that she was easily aroused by punishment.

Cloe had also written that the two deck hands, Mimi and Fifi, had mentioned that they were thinking of getting some body piercing when they got to their next port of call. They were talking about getting nipple piercing, belly button piercing, and labia piercing. She mused that being pierced had some interesting possibilities and wondered if Brad would ever have her pierced.

Brad was getting aroused by the journal entries especially when reading some of the ideas they each had for how he might treat them. He knew that these comments were intended to get him thinking about them and to give him ideas for dealing with them but he didn’t mind a bit. Some of the thoughts were actually quite erotic and some bordered on outright torture -- more from Cloe than Anne on that account.

He called the bridge and asked the duty officer to send a note to Cloe. He ordered her to present herself as a women of easy virtue and visit him in his stateroom at midnight.

Cloe knocked at the stroke of twelve. She looked like a French whore and smelled like one too. As soon as she was inside the door her pushed her against the bulkhead crushing her breasts hard against his chest. He kissed her and grabbed her ass hungrily pulling her dress up over her hips. She wore no under pants. He slipped his fingers into her cunt in one motion catching her by surprise. She reverted to her role easily and spread her legs for him.

“Wet enough for you big boy?” She asked

“Watch your mouth you slimy whore,” he said. “If I want your mouth for anything it will be to stick my cock in it.”

He knocked her back against the door and held her chin with his left hand. With his right, he slapped her across the face a few times for the dramatic effect.

“Now, take off your clothes slut,” he said roughly. “Leave your heels and hose on and walk around the room so I can see what I’m getting for my money tonight. Your money will be on the dresser so when I’m done with you. And you’ll know when I done so just leave and shut the door behind you.”

He was just playing a role with her and had no plans for letting her go that night. He was going to work her hard and keep her by his side all night. No point in letting those “D” cup boobs and hard nipples get away just to keep up the part.

As in most things he did, Brad had several items on his agenda. Primarily he wanted a good sexual workout for himself. Also he wanted Cloe to be satisfied and know that she was special to him. And, finally he wanted her know how he felt about piercings for his favorite women.

“Bend over and grab your ankles slut”.

He took his belt out of his pants and took dead aim at her ass. After a few hearty strokes she began to cry -- or perhaps sob. He knew she was ready for anything at that point and would indeed have a great time in bed if he let her.

“Listen, slut. I’m paying you for a good time. Nothing in the rules says you have to have a good time too. So get busy with your mouth and when I get finished with that, I’m going to have your tender ass. And when I’m done with that maybe I’ll fuck your mouth or cunt. So start earning your money. And no more smart mouth from you.”

Cloe was really turned on. No one had talked that way to her before and she like it. Brad forced her to her knees and backed her into a corner. She was ready to take him; in fact she wanted his cock in her mouth. But, he wanted more.

“What do you want now most in this world, slut?” he yelled at her.

“Sir, I want you to fuck me hard. I really do.”

“What do you want me to do with my cock at this very minute you insolent bitch.”

“Sir, truth be told I want your cock in my mouth and throat. Then I want it in my ass and then in my cunt, Sir,” she said.

“Open your mouth wide, slut and stick your tongue out as far as you can. And, don’t put it back into your mouth until I say so.”

Cloe felt him enter her mouth and slide his cock toward the back of her mouth. He pushed against her throat and she gagged. He withdrew and she regained her composure. He pinched her nose and slid his prick back into her mouth again. She held her composure but didn’t know if she would faint. She was getting light headed. He released her nose and she breathed deeply.

“Bitch, get used to servicing me. And get used to being hurt and afraid; really afraid. He pushed deeper into her throat and she felt that he would fill her with his ejaculate at that very moment. But, he didn’t.

Soon she was on her knees, her tits on the floor, her back was bowed and her ass was in the air. Without warm up he drilled her ass hole in one push. She wiggled and shook her booty for him as if she was experienced with such action. Then he pulled out and drilled her pussy doggy style. She was almost sure she would be in for a frustrating night as he leaned over her and began to pull on her nipples as he pressed inside her.

At length, he stopped and got on the bed. “Now, slut, come over here and make my cock clean again. When you feel me ready to blow I want you to direct my flow right at your face.”

She did as she h ad been directed and took his explosion squarely between the eyes. It burned but she held steady.

“Slut, get your wet cunt on my cock and ride that pony until you cum. And, I want you to cum as many times as you can. But, you must thank me for giving you that pleasure each time you release and then get back to work finding just the right pressure for your next one.”

When Cloe finally settled down and had shown him her gratitude sufficiently, Brad held her closely and began to let his fingers toy with her breasts and nipples. She knew he would. His ministrations kept her excited. He knew that it would. And, it keep him excited too.

“You know you are my ‘pleasure toy’ don’t you Cloe?”

“Yes, Sir. I really covet being your ‘pleasure toy’ Sir. I love it. And I especially love it when you test me and treat me roughly. And I did get kinda turned on when you talked in earthy language to me and manhandled me like a whore a while ago.”

“Cloe, when I see you and feel your raw nakedness I find it difficult to get rid of my hard-on. Climb on my prick and exercise your Kegle muscles. Keep your cunt muscles contracted tightly for at least a count of fifteen and repeat the exercise contractions for at least one minute until I stop you. Put your hands behind your neck. I want to play with your tits while I settle down a bit that will be the perfect way for me to do just that,” he said.

She settled in on him, arched her substantial, firm, tits toward him and began to exercise herself on his still rigid prick.

He began talking to her about his reactions to her journal. He said it was well written and revealing. He encouraged her to continue to write often and openly. He mentioned that he had read where she wrote that the deck hands were going to get some body piercings when they reached port.

“Let me tell you why I will not allow you to get pierced except for your ears lobes. First, lets start with your tongue. I get all the stimulation I can stand from your mouth as it is and I don’t care if other guys or women would be more aroused my your tongue if it was pierced.

“Further, I’m concerned that it might interfere with your oral hygiene and the enamel on your teeth not to mention how you speak.

“Next, I wouldn’t let you get your nipples , clit or labia pierced because I’m concerned about the hygiene of the practice and because I wouldn’t want the metal inserts to get caught in the tip of the single tail I plan to whip you with.

“Do you know what a single tail is?”

She shook her head to indicate that she didn’t.

“Well it is a whip which has been popular in the bdsm scene for about 25 years. Most are about five feet long and have a rigid handle and an eight or nine inch flexible business end. Remember when we were in New York and the Hansom horse drawn carriages had buggy whips? Well what I use will be similar to those.

“The entire whipping action of the single tail creates the snap against naked flesh. The effect on you would not be as severe as say a bull whip which can cut the skin; but it is stingy and leaves marks. Now if a whip like that got caught on the metal piercing inserts it would very likely pull the insert through the hole and cause disfigurement which I don’t want to happen. Yes, I will whip you and hurt you with these whips but I don’t want to disfigure you.”

“If I want to hurt you with more than a whip I’ll use clamps and bondage.”

He reached to his bedside cabinet and withdrew four clamps. They looked like little clothes pins no more than and inch and a half in length. The were very shinny and nickel plated. He drew one of her nipples tight and clipped the small clamp on it. He knew the spring on the clamp was very strong. Her lips grew white as she tightened them together in pain. Her entire face took on a frozen quality. Clearly the pain was considerable.

He repeated the process on her other nipple. She stiffened every muscle in her body. Then he pulled on her labia lips. One clip for each. She could not tighten her body against the pain any further and she began to cry. And, she cried even more as the blood returned to the tender flesh when he removed each clip..

“You love each ache I inflict on you Cloe, and you know it. You are such a pain slut. What am I ever to do with you?”

He took her tender nipples in his mouth in turn and bit them and pulled them. She moaned and moaned.

When she opened her eyes she looked at him and said “Sir, you do get me fired up. If I may be so bold, could you consider letting this worthless pain slut borrow your cock for a few minutes. This itch I have right now is making me crazy and I think I know how to get rid of it with your cooperation.”

She smiled that sweet erotic smile that always played with his mind.

“Yes, Cloe. You can use my cock to scratch your frigging itch. But go slowly and keep your convulsions contained to your cunt. No noise or I’ll whip you again.”

Brad watched her face as she had several orgasms. It was so much fun to watch her pleasure herself with his cock buried deeply within her. When she wanted to relax, he ordered her to have at least two more orgasms.

“Oh, please Sir, I am completely spent. But, since I know it will give you pleasure to see me try, I’ll give it shot.”

She worked her cunt against him again and again. Perhaps if she wasn’t is such great aerobic shape she might not have been able to perform for him but she ground against him again and again, each time screaming in release. Soon, she collapsed in a drenched heap, breathing hard and crushing her tits on his hard chest.

When she stirred, he told her that she would be responsible for telling Anne the reasons for his no piercing rule but that she was not to tell her anything about any of their sexual activities. He thought that perhaps one day, he would let Anne watch.

The End of Chapter # 7

Note. The author would be pleased to hear from his readers regarding their reactions to this chapter and to the entire story so far. LC