Y is for yacht

No crawling to this dungeon. Swimming or sailing is necessary. Imagine a luxury yacht cruising the Mediterranean sea, its occupants unable to escape.

I’ve always loved the opulence of luxury yachts. Floating palaces for the decadent. Go on, pretend you’re a millionaire and explore the world of super yachts.

 

 

 

 

Take a Dominant and his submissive wife and let them sail the seas for three weeks. A kinky holiday filled with surprises. Not everything is what it seems and secrets have to be kept.

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Today on the flybridge, surrounded by a semi-circular area of seating, she stood completely still. She had been playing blind man’s bluff with Andrea. Taking it in turns to see who could find the other the quickest in the smaller confines of the bow end of the flybridge. Andrea had agreed to the little game and Gemma had put back on her bikini and skirt wrap. Andrea joked that the alcoholic drinks had gone to their heads, along with the heat. The blindfold idea had been inspired by Gemma’s recounting of setting a dinner table blindfolded.

“You must be good with a blindfold on,” had laughed Andrea. “Pin the tail on the donkey or blind man’s bluff, you would win hands down.”

So they put her theory to the test.

Gemma knew Jason was nearby. For one thing, Andrea’s raucous laughter had ceased. She couldn’t hear much; she perceived footsteps perhaps, approaching her from behind. The next sensory organ to be awoken was her nose. Salty sea smell and a wetsuit with a damp, rubbery aroma. Her ears pricked up. She heard his breath, faster than usual. He must have been energised by being out on the powerboat and probably had bounded up the stairs to find them. Then came his warm breath on her bare shoulders. She didn’t flinch at all when he kissed her neck.

“Hi, babe,” he said softly.

“Hi to you, too,” she replied.

She was very tempted to kneel. His voice and close proximity made her want to be that submissive woman. She didn’t because she knew John and Andrea were close by. In the background, John greeted his fiancée warmly.

Jason’s arms wrapped around Gemma and he rested his chin on her shoulders.

“Been having fun?” he asked.

“Yes. Blind man’s bluff.”

“Interesting choice of game.” He licked her neck.

“I’d been talking about how I was trained, the dinner service thing I had to do. How I have to trust my senses and not freak out,” she explained carefully, tensing under his weight.

“Talking about your training. Mmmm. We agreed to not to talk about us. Have you been inappropriate?” His  quiet tone bordered on displeasure.

“Nothing inappropriate about us, Sir. My past, distant past. Mainly my first Master. He wasn’t exactly a beast of the bedroom, was he?” she said with maybe too much boldness in her tone.

“Because if I find out you have said anything about us two, about what we do together or anything that makes me think you are going to recall memories that could trigger one of your emotional meltdowns, I will be very cross.”

“I have not been inappropriate, Master,” said Gemma with greater conviction.

“Good.”

His tight grip on her slackened. “I’m hungry. We’ll eat up here. Then I will get you to wash the seawater off my skin in the shower. Afterwards, I will stuff your gobby mouth to help remind you that orifice, like your others, is mine for the duration of this holiday.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice fluttered.

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Judged by Him

Three weeks cruising the Mediterranean Sea in a luxury yacht with her husband takes submissive Gemma into an opulent world she never could have envisioned before she met Jason Lucas.

A voyage to locations across Southern Europe 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 their disclosures and Gemma’s submission to her Dominant will be tested.

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