As soon as they were done eating, Nik dragged Violette down to the third deck to pay a visit to the costume department. He wanted her to have an early shot at one of the best costumes. Although they had not been the first costume customers, there was still an excellent selection to choose from.
“What do you think, Vi?” Nik held up a jeweled turban. “How about if I wear a turban with a tuxedo? Very Mumbai chic, don’t you think?”
“That’s a cop-out and you know it.” She was going through the crowded rack of slave girl costumes when her face lit up. “How about this?” She held up a confection made of layers of multicolored silk scarves only lightly tacked together. Nik took it from her hands and shook it on the hanger. He could plainly see the appeal. It would hide Vi’s attributes while simultaneously giving little glimpses of the treasure underneath. It was subtle. Some of the other costumes were painfully obvious.
His face broke out into a wide grin. He had been saving something as a surprise for one of their private moments, but this just might be the perfect opportunity to make use of it. And it was sure to give Violette a leg up in the costume contest.
* * * *
“What’s on your mind, oh Master?” Violette knew that look. He was definitely up to something, but she had no idea what it could be.
“Don’t worry about it. I just had an idea.” Nik? An idea? Definitely dangerous!
They checked out the turban and the scarf costume and went back to their suite. Violette spent an hour practicing with Colleen and then went through her jewelry in the suite’s safe. She didn’t know what she would wear with the scarf costume, but it definitely needed something. She really didn’t have much that would complement the slave girl outfit. That really wasn’t her style after all.
“I have just the thing, babe. I was going to save it for later in the trip, but I think tonight is the night.”
“Oh please, let me see now.”
“No way. I’ll give it to you just before we go up on deck for the party.
After lunch on deck with the other excited and buzzing passengers, they spent the rest of the afternoon sunning and snoozing naked on their private deck. Violette had no illusions that she would end up with a tan, but the sun felt so good on her skin that she didn’t really care if her private parts got a little pink. She had the typical Irish snow-white skin sprinkled with cinnamon over her shoulders and cheekbones. She did use sunscreen to try and minimize the appearance of the freckles she had hated since she was a girl.
Violette’s stage experience came in handy that evening when it was time to get dressed for the party. She made the most of her startling green eyes by outlining a cat shape heavily in black mascara and eyeliner to simulate the look of sultry smoky kohl liner. When she was ready, she came out of the bathroom to find Nik already dressed in his tux with his jeweled turban on his head. She had to admit that he was stunning. Nik always looked fabulous in formal clothes, and he certainly was Mumbai chic tonight.
He grinned at her and said, “On the bed, slave.” When she hesitated, he just raised one eyebrow. “Do you want your jewels or not?”
She hastily climbed up on the bed. “Lay back and relax.”
Okay, now I’m officially starting to get nervous here. She knew that look, and it probably meant trouble.
* * * *
Nik reached beneath the multicolored layers to tweak her nipples. “Nikki, this is not the time…”
“Hush, slave. Your Master has a gift for you.” He continued to play with her nipples, pulling and twisting them until they stood out proudly. When he’d achieved the results he desired, he took a small black velvet box from his jacket pocket and opened it. Violette’s eyes widened. He took a pair of gold nipple clamps from the box and attached them to her peaked nipples. He carefully adjusted the pressure. They were tight, and he knew she felt stimulated but was not in real pain—at least not for a while. He would have to keep an eye on the time. At her look of disbelief, he just shook his head. “Have you not yet learned to trust your Master?”
He took out a pair of dangling chandelier earrings and attached the shepherd’s hook ends to the gold rings at the bottom of each nipple clamp and pinched them closed. The earrings were a collection of tiny gold bells with beautiful clear green Zambian emeralds that served as clappers for the bells. “These can be worn as earrings whenever or can be added to your nipple clamps. Sit up and let’s see how they look.” Violette did as he asked. When she moved, the bells made a very soft tinkling sound. “They match your eyes. I knew they would.” She grinned when he pushed her back down on the bed. “Not done yet. Spread your legs, slave.”
“Oh, no, Nikki. You can’t be serious.”
“When have I ever not been serious when it comes to adorning my beautiful slave girl? Now spread them. Do you want to win this contest or not?” Nik could see the look of trepidation in her eyes, but she complied reluctantly. He quickly attached the matching gold clit clip to her naked pussy. They had decided earlier to comply with the ship’s regulations regarding no underwear on board even though the layers of the scarf costume would occasionally part enticingly to reveal her assets.
She gasped as he tightened the clip. Finally he attached the matching dangling gold and emerald bells to the ring on the clit clip. “This can be worn on a chain as a pendant or can be attached to your clit clip. I designed them months ago and was really happy they were ready in time for the trip. Now, you know you’re going to have to flash these to get the maximum benefit and win the costume contest. It depends on how much you want that pair of diamond earrings Devereau is giving away as the prize. Knowing Jamie as I do, they will be well worth any slight embarrassment required on your part to win them.” He could see that Violette was thinking about what he had said. “Get up and move around. Let’s see the full impact.”
She gingerly got off the bed. Obviously the clit clip felt odd, but he knew she would get used to it. She moved around the suite on bare feet getting used to the flowing costume and her other accessories. Nik had to grin. This was going to be fun. He wondered just how far Vi would be willing to go to win the diamond earrings.
* * * *
Up on deck the party was in full swing when they arrived. The glittering and glowing array of costumes was astounding. The passengers were decked out in every color of the rainbow and often times every color of the rainbow. Nik was amazed. People had definitely gone all out in embellishing the costumes supplied by the costume department.
Some of the sultans were really outrageous. The satins and silks glowed. The guys certainly wanted that box of Cubans. Nik had to grin when he saw Jamie and Anne. Jamie was bedecked in an orange satin costume that was covered in fake jewels and had been stuffed in the front like a Santa Claus giving him an impressive belly overhanging his package. His slightly long hair had been covered by an elaborate turban, and he wore pointy-toed jeweled shoes. His slave girl wore a short, very sheer, orange silk shift with nothing under it and was barefoot. Her neck was festooned with jeweled chains.
“Good look for you, Devereau.”
“Thanks, Rossiter. I see you went all out.”
“I’ll leave that to my slave, thanks.”
Jamie laughed. “I’ll look forward to seeing what she’s got.”
“Oh, you definitely will. No question about it.”
* * * *
Violette and Nik made the rounds of the deck chatting with everyone. She kept her secret hidden as best she could. She wanted to reveal it for maximum impact at the judging of the costumes. Violette and Nik helped themselves to the glasses of champagne being passed among the passengers by Baylee, their steward. She whispered to Violette, “You look great. Flash those scarves a little.”
“Oh, I intend to. I want those earrings.” She had to laugh to herself. Nik was amazing. He always had something up his sleeve.
The evening progressed and the passengers indulged in copious amounts of excellent champagne. The buffet table was heavily laden with every kind of del
icacy from lobster claws and raw oysters to rare roast beef and smoked ham being sliced off the bone and every kind of pastry. The table was decorated with an ice sculpture of a portly seated sultan getting a blow job from his dedicated slave. It had everyone laughing out loud when they realized what they were looking at. Jamie just grinned wickedly. He looked around the deck imperiously and pointed to his wife. “I’ll have that one!”
“Oh, yes, my Master. It would be my greatest joy to pleasure you.” Anne had a wicked grin of her own.
Finally, it was time for the costumes to be judged. Jamie, with Anne in his lap, was seated in an elaborate throne-like chair that had been brought up from the sultan’s theme room. He motioned the sultans to line up. There were some excellent costumes, but the prize went to a short, balding man wearing an elaborate satin costume with the crotch cut out in front. It got a huge laugh from everyone since he wore a jock strap underneath that had been jeweled with the message “the prize stops here.”
Then it was the turn of the slave girls. Violette knew this was it if she wanted those diamond earrings—and what girl wouldn’t be willing to do almost anything for a pair of diamond earrings?
The slave girls lined up. Each slave girl had her moment in the spotlight as she was given the opportunity to strut her stuff. Violette had taken the last place in line. When it was her turn, she strutted boldly up in front of Jamie and Anne’s throne chair, spun around so that the scarves twirled out, gave a shimmy, and let her jeweled nipple bells ring. Then she turned again, bent from the waist letting the petals of her costume separate, and jiggled her bottom while her jeweled clit bells jingled. The applause from the crowd was thunderous. Who could possibly top that?
Violette was delighted and was busy fastening her briolette drop diamond earrings when Nik came up behind her. “Here, let me help you with that.”
“Thanks, but I think you already did. I would never have won without the dangling clit bells.”
He laughed. “Or the nerve to jingle them.” He kissed her behind her beautifully diamond-adorned ears. “Love the earrings. Let’s get out of here at the first polite opportunity.” She smiled her agreement. She had come, and she had conquered. And now she wanted to come again! Preferably many times.
* * * *
Nik and Violette had returned to their suite where Nik changed into tight black leather pants and high boots topped by an open, jeweled leather vest. He tucked the crop Violette had given him for his birthday into his boot. Then they made their way down to the third deck. The ship’s dungeon was roomy and fully equipped with all the necessary BDSM paraphernalia. As soon as they had passed through the heavily carved double doors Nik was in scene, and he expected Violette to be as well. There were only two other couples in the dungeon at the moment.
“Strip and assume the position, subbie.” Violette immediately stripped off the floating slave girl costume and the four-inch “fuck me” pumps she had just donned in the suite and placed them carefully in the armoire near the entrance to the dungeon. Failure to neatly stow her clothes would earn her a punishment for carelessness. Nik was a strict Master, but he did not think he was unfair. He made sure he was never careless. She dropped down into the slave position at his feet. Nik walked around her inspecting her body carefully. He adjusted her legs a little wider and flicked her gold nipple and clit bells. She kept her head bowed but a small smile graced her face. “Do you like your bells, subbie? Are you too uncomfortable? We can take them off now if you want.”
“No, Master, I’m okay, and they are so beautiful. I know they please you.”
“They do indeed, sub. You please me very much.” He gave her his hand and helped her to rise from her position on the floor. “Get up on the hydraulic step of the St. Andrew’s Cross. Let me know if the position puts too much pressure on your wrist. If it does, we’ll do something else.” When he had her bound to the cross securely, except for her right wrist, he adjusted the position of the step to the perfect fucking height. He said, “Are you comfortable?”
“Everything is fine, Master. Thank you for asking this humble sub.”
He had to grin at that one. This was no humble sub, and they both knew it. She allowed him the pleasure of her submission. He knew it was a gift, and he treasured it. When he had her situated to his satisfaction and had double-checked her bindings, particularly her injured wrist, he came up close behind her so that she could feel his warmth against her naked back. “I’m going to give you pleasure, little subbie, but first, I’m going to punish you for your insubordination and for doubting your Master this afternoon.” When she shifted excitedly, he smacked her bottom. “I love your gorgeous ass.”
* * * *
Violette gasped. “Oh, Nikki, you know I hate my chubby butt.” She had totally slipped out of scene but realized it too late to correct the error. Her generous bottom was an issue with her. She had a small waist and curvy hips and thighs with a high, round bottom.
Nik took the crop out of his boot, and he quickly slapped the clapper against her right cheek. “That chubby butt belongs to me, sub, and I don’t like your disrespectful attitude about something that belongs to your Master. I love every dimple and freckle on this plump, round ass.” He slapped her left cheek, and then he cupped both of her cheeks and jiggled them. She hated that, but she knew he was trying to desensitize her. The clit bells rang, breaking the tension, and they both laughed and then immediately got back into the scene. “Now for your punishment, sub.” He slapped her bottom sharply three more times with the crop, and then he ran his hands over her cheeks to soothe them. “The next time you disrespect this butt, you’ll get the paddle.”
The sharp smacks on her butt always seemed to stimulate nerves deep in her pussy and make her climaxes especially intense. Truth be told, she loved it when he smacked her bottom, but she wasn’t going to admit it to him. Geez, if he knew that, he would be smacking her butt constantly.
Nik released the button on his fly and nestled his hard cock between the hot globes of her ass. He pressed his naked chest up against her back and whispered, “Is your wrist okay? Nipple clamps too tight?” He stroked her breasts and eased the clamps slightly.
“I’m fine, Master.” She rubbed her still stinging butt against his hard-on. She was dying to have him take possession of her wet pussy. She could feel the moisture between her thighs. He reached down and opened the clit clip and removed it. He put it in the pocket of his pants. He rubbed his fingers lightly over her engorged clit, which was rapidly filling with blood again. The tingling sensation was exquisite. She knew she was topping from the bottom when she lifted her questing center and rubbed against his hard shaft, but she couldn’t help herself. She needed him between her spread thighs. She needed him hard and fast.
Nik didn’t disappoint. He entered her from behind with a long, hard stroke and began to pound her hot center. She couldn’t hold out for long and soon was flying over the moon with Nik in hot pursuit.
“We’re far from done here, subbie.” She sighed in delight and put herself in her Master’s hands.
* * * *
Anne whispered in Jamie’s ear. “I have to admit I did not see that one coming.”
Jamie grinned back at her. “Me either. Classical violinist with the New York Philharmonic? Who knew? Rossiter can pick ’em.”
The party was winding down, and Anne had taken the initiative to book the sultan’s bedchamber theme room for after the party. She knew her husband and his absolute love for dressing up in costumes and role-playing, and she didn’t want to let the orange sultan outfit go to waste. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. Although she was the manager of the very secret Le Club Laurel Oak-Ocala, located in a Victorian mansion in the Historic District of downtown Ocala, in northern central Florida, she had not participated in the club’s BDSM activities until she met Jamie Devereau. He had definitely been an eye-opener in more ways than one. She thanked God every day that he had made up his mind to have her regardless of her protestations to the c
ontrary.
“I want to please my Master in the sultan’s theme room tonight.”
“Oh, you do, slave girl?” He was grinning like a fool, and she was suddenly very glad she had booked the room. It really took so little to thrill him, and she delighted in being able to do so.
* * * *
Jamie pulled Anne into his arms as soon as the door to the sultan’s theme room had closed behind them. He kissed her deeply and then he pulled her shift up over her head. She was left just as he liked to see her—naked and barefoot, and festooned with jewels. He backed her up until her knees hit the foot of the bed. He twirled her around and pushed her facedown over the footboard. Her lovely bottom was up in the air just where he wanted it.
“You have earned a punishment, slave girl. You have not pleased your Master.”
“Oh, please, great Sultan Jamie. Please do not punish your dedicated slave girl.”
He knew that dialogue was not Anne’s strong suit, but she did put everything she had into the scenes and games they played, much to his delight. He slapped her upraised bottom. Her delicate skin quickly turned pink, and she moaned. She wiggled her butt to entice him, and he could see the pearly moisture that adorned her pussy. Her scent drove him wild. He leaned down and lightly ran his tongue from her clit to her pulsing center. It was a promise and no more. “Please me well tonight, slave girl, and I will reward you with a trinket of your own.”
He pulled her upright and then he sat in the throne chair that had been returned to the room by a couple of the burly ABs. It was a heavy piece of furniture, made to withstand the rigorous use inflicted on it by the role-playing passengers who could sometimes get very rowdy indeed.
* * * *
Anne knelt in front of the chair and carefully opened the straining front of Jamie’s costume. She removed the padding. She loved his gorgeous body and didn’t want anything to interfere with her stunning view from down below. She wrapped her hands around his proud cock and enveloped the velvety head in her hot mouth. She loved to give Jamie head as much as he loved to receive it.
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