As I showered, the ball ring still relentlessly beared down heavily against my still bulging balls, and steadily pushing them lower down into my ball sack.
I'd already had the ring on for over 12 hours and I'm certain my balls were hanging and swinging much lower, too.
I thought, this is going to interesting today walking around the ship.
Sure enough, when I had fully dressed, my balls couldn't help but form a larger bulge in my trousers. At the buffet breakfast, I couldn't see Tara or Samara, so I cautiously maneuvered my tray amongst the swarm of other people rushing to stack their trays with their breakfast to start their day.
Past girlfriends had assured me that women DO look, though they're experts at not being caught doing so, so I was very conscious of eyes everywhere. I did get a sense that a few women were particularly smiley on my successive trips with my tray for more food.
In my predicament, I decided the pool would be too risky, and potentially embarrassing, so I headed for the library. However, when the female librarian briefly looked me up and down, she gave me a nervous greeting and quickly went off to sort some books.
Having suffered enough embarrassment, I headed back to my room to free my balls from my pants. They were tight and uncomfortable.
Lying on my bed again, my thoughts turned to what might happen, this evening. Holding on to my limp cock, I again started to throw my balls and the weight about, with ever increasing vigor.
It was a new turn on for me.
Before too long, I was again shooting my load and gathering it up into the vial.
I wondered if I should say it was all from one orgasm, and not two, to impress the women.
Nah, it might be expected, all the time, if we get into that sort of thing, tonight. Besides, cumming twice sounded more impressive, as I thought about it more.
After another quick nap and dinner, I readied myself for meeting Tara and Samara in their stateroom in 15 minutes time. Looking at the deck plan to work out where I would need to go, I immediately saw that their room was at the very back of the ship, was one of the larger rooms, and must enjoy great views of the ship's wake from its own expansive and private verandah.
One word, MONEY! And that would have explained why I didn't see the women at any of the food venues on the ship. People with those rooms don't mingle much with us commoners.
Knocking on the door of Room 1101, Tara welcomed me inside. Wow, spacious I thought to myself.
"How was your day, Glen? I see you're wearing the ring, "as she smiles looking half-surprised at my bulge. "
"Did it cause you much discomfort?" Tara asked, this time smirking and realizing she had power over him.
"It had its moments when I thought I was attracting a bit too much attention, but I coped," I replied.
"I'm guessing your trousers are uncomfortable. Take them off. I want to see how my ring fitted. Hell, and I want to see your package, too." Tara smiled, this time, rounding to stand in front of me.
Dropping my trousers to the floor, Tara exclaimed, "Oh, it seems ring was a size too small for you."
"Your balls look nice, amazing actually, all enlarged like that," she added.
"Thanks, masturbation takes on a whole new feel with it on, too," I nervously said, as I stood there being closely scrutinized.
Without so much of a word, Tara took hold of my semi-placid cock and raised it up, to better inspect my balls.
"Very nice. Later I will want to attach a leash and a humbler.
"Would that be OK?" Tara asked.
"I guess..." I replied, when suddenly Tara lashed my balls with a flogger with the hand that was behind her back out of my sight.
Startled, I gasped, before saying, "Is that what we're doing tonight, Tara?"
"But of course, I did say that as a dominant that I would require certain things, too. It's the best way to get your attention to my needs," she asserted.
Gathering my breath, whilst my left ball recovered from the sting, Tara immediately repeated the lash, this time to the other ball.
