As I stirred from the night before, I awoke with my cock once again, hard.
Sore, but hard, particularly just behind the knob where the leash had bitten into it. My balls fared better, thanks to the smooth and rounded contour of the ball ring.
I had dried up cunt juice flaking off me, everywhere. Nice, I thought.
What an experience that was last night. It was one of the most intense and demanding fucks, I'd ever had in my life.
Tara took me to the edge, and she knew - no doubt, from her experience - what she put me through would help to push me to a new height of lust, pleasure, and release. That's why she IS a Mistress.
There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, but she just drove me straight through it, like the proverbial Mac truck!
Tara, still sleeping, revealed her cunt lips that looked spent and still swollen apart - with that nice well-fucked look.
My cum had oozed out of it throughout the night leaving a dried-up stain between her butt checks on the sheet. I wondered what could possibly better, last night.
Unbelievably, I wanted to masturbate. The lust from last night still reverberating through my mind and body, and this ring thing, seemed to make me want to jerk around my balls strongly - but I resisted, since it would disturb my incredible and demanding, Mistress.
Tara now owned them and the realization that I was her sub, did overwhelm me.
I was unfamiliar with the vulnerability of all this, and didn't know what would happen today, or, for the rest of the cruise.
Maybe that was it.
She'd fucked me, and it was time for her to fuck someone else.
I'm certainly guilty of treating women that way, myself.
I suppose she'd fucked, what she described as my 'competition,' the night before.
Ultimately, I decided to trust that Tara would not dare cause me any permanent damage, so I'll just see where she takes me. That for me, was weirdly, reassuring.
Staring at the ceiling, as the ship slowly yawed up and down, I wondered what had happened to Samara. Those two seemed inseparable.
At that moment, Tara stirred and sat up, abruptly.
"I have to free, Samara" she said, with urgency.
Following Tara as she dashed into the joining bedroom, there she was, naked, spread-eagled, gagged, and bound to the bedposts.
I couldn't help but notice her taut and cleanly shaven cunt was swollen and deep red in color, as though it has been flogged, or flayed quite hard..
She too, awoke as Tara released her arms and legs and removed her gag. She had clearly peed herself several times and must have been dehydrated. Room service will earn it's tip with this mess, I thought.
"Samara was punished for the way she greedily grinned when she presented her hole offerings and juice to you when we all met, the other day, " Tara explained.
"Thank you, Mistress, for your punishment" Samara softly spoke. "May I drink?"
