Would you want to be watched? In the midst of something intimate, maybe sexual, possibly humiliating, like a spanking? Imagine how tough that must be if one half of the relationship is thrilled by the concept and the other has a deep seated dislike of being an exhibit. Most couples, vanilla or kinky, keep their private lives hidden from view, but there are those who like to scene in public or in open setting. How far would they go to satisfy that urge?
There are clubs and dungeons where people meet and share their indulgences. It may not necessarily be sexual in nature, it could be a spanking party, or about bondage or other kinds of fetishes. I’m not of that nature. I would keep myself hidden and secret. Yet, it does seem appealing, perhaps in a contained environment with just a couple of extra eyes peering around the corner…. So I have let that little fantasy loose in my current WIP and imagined that scenario on a yacht. On the one hand it is secluded and discrete in its boundaries – surrounded by the vast sea and deep blue skies above. On the other hand, there is no escape, no truly private moments when nobody else is present – the crew have to be trusted.
Another morsel from the tale of Gemma and Jason. The couple have just started their three week vacation on a luxury yacht called Sublime and finally Gemma has been treated to some much needed sex on the sundeck – out in the open. It is the kind of controlling sex she craves when her husband his dominant and she, his willing submissive.
Except…. they were being watched. Something Gemma struggles to accept and Jason intends to explore ….
Jason knew two facts about his wife: she didn’t like surprises and, once she accepted a situation, she was amazingly pliable. The first didn’t bother him as he liked the way she’d tensed up when she caught sight of Enrique—her sudden onset of embarrassed humiliation thrilled a man like Jason. Once she accepted their watcher wouldn’t be going, she had acquiesced and relaxed.
Some of the scenes he had in mind would depend on Gemma being able to cope with being watched, while others would need greater compliance from her, even blind obedience. Halfway through day one and his lovely wife had given him a very enjoyable sexual interlude.
“Say what’s on your mind?” He ran a finger down her arm until it reached the back of her hand. Once there, he drew patterns with the tip of his finger. She flinched slightly, but didn’t withdraw.
“Did you ask Enrique to be here?” She bit her lip.
“Yes. I want you to get used to Enrique and Maria being present when we have sex. It pleases me. You shouldn’t feel self-conscious or ashamed by what we do. They know my tastes and style. I have employed them on previous cruises when I brought experienced subs with me.”
Gemma said nothing about his reference to his hedonistic days as a fledging millionaire.
“I know you struggle with exhibiting,” continued Jason. “Though why, I can’t understand. In Roman times, slaves and servants would typically stand by and watch their masters have sex. It should make you feel privileged. Our staff will wait until we finish and provide suitable aftercare for the both of us.” He held up the glass of water. “See?”
“Aftercare. You look after me, Sir.” Her voice wobbled.
He put his glass down and drew her into his arms. Seeing her unravel always unsettled him. The change in roles from vanilla husband to masterful Dominant had been more dramatic than usual, and her air of vulnerability gave him mixed feelings. Her apparent reliance on him, along with her need for assurances, kept his sadist side at bay, tempered and controlled. However, her need in her to seek his comfort and pacifying words empowered him.
“Babe, I meant physical. Baths, massages, manicures. I will always take care of your emotional aftercare. I would never abandon you if you couldn’t cope. I told you that when we first started as Dom and sub together. Don’t hide from me, Gem.” He bolstered her with a kiss.
“Last night. After. I didn’t know if you would be there for me. Maria was kind to me. I’m sorry. I’m not convinced…. I need considerable aftercare, and you didn’t…if I….. Jason, I can’t be what you want me to be over the next three weeks if you toss me away. Maria can’t replace you when my emotions are raw and frayed,” she whispered into his chest.
“I know, babe. Don’t be afraid of me. I couldn’t bear it if you were afraid to talk to me. I used you hard last night, but you were willing and so keen once you gave in. The look on your face told me when I came in your mouth. I had to control you, discipline you. Make you become the submissive I need you to be for me. Are you ready for me now? Ready to please me unconditionally?”
“Oh, yes. I’m willing. You have my submission fully now. I’m starting to enter into the spirit of our agreement. Please be patient with me. You are a demanding Master. Maria reminded me Doms are exacting. I will try hard not to sulk if you ask me to do something I don’t like. I suspect you’re going to push my limits again, aren’t you?”
“Yes, my darling. What kind of holiday would it be for me if I didn’t have any goals or challenges to achieve? I might as well go back to work!” He laughed, and she buried her face in his chest, opting to ignore his comment about goals and limits.
Three weeks cruising the Mediterranean Sea in a luxury yacht with her husband takes submissive Gemma into an opulent world that she never could have envisaged before she met Jason Lucas.
A voyage that takes them to locations across Southern Europe and opens up new arenas of kinky sex for Gemma as her Dominant lover continues to educate her sexual being.
Unknown to the couple, several members of the crew are not who they appear to be. Both Gemma and Jason Lucas’s lives will be turned upside down by disclosures and Gemma’s submission to her Dominant will be tested.