Your cruise takes a turn to the erotic as your Captain introduces you to some kinky naval traditions that bring out your submissive side.

It was a beautiful Mediterranian night as you stood naked on the stern of a small cruise ship, a pleasure yacht, hands tied over your head and helpless.

Less than a quarter-mile away, you could see the beautiful lights of the seaside island city as they sparkled and reflected on the bay, and could hear the distant sound of voices. The passengers and small crew of the ship were all onshore, enjoying the festivities of a local holiday. Only one man was with you on the ship and he was the cause of all of your current difficulties.

That man is me, the captain.

We had certainly got off on the wrong foot that first night you had come onboard. With only 30 passengers, you had a fair chance of dining at the Captain’s table that first night. Unfortunately, that was also the evening you were introduced to a unique local drink, what was its name again? It tasted fresh and light but had a higher alcohol content than you expected. You found yourself quite tipsy by the time the main course was served.

Your friend Ellen, who you were vacationing with, was already crushing on me. Each day I would visit the sun deck, checking in on everyone and making sure they were enjoying themselves. I always wore a spotless white uniform with black epaulets and silver buttons. Perhaps, it was the uniform that Ellen liked. After all, some women are quite taken with uniforms.

“So Captain…” you said a little more loudly than you expected over the dinnertime table chatter. “Were you born with that uniform on? It seems a bit much on a small informal ship like this. You never seem to take it off?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Is that what you’re requesting?” I ask.

You turn slightly red and almost spit out your drink. You put your hand to your mouth in a nervous gesture and say. “No. Not exactly… I was just wondering what made you tick.”

You swirled your glass and looked at it for a moment as your last comment hung in the air. Then you add, “I was wondering what makes a man like YOU interested in captaining a ship. It seems awfully old-fashioned. How did the English describe it…. Rum, sodomy, and the lash. That sort of thing”

I give you a look that freezes you in your tracks. If you had expected me to be embarrassed or laugh it off, that was not my reaction. I did smile, but it was unsettling like I knew something that you did not. My face was hungry and I would deal with your provoking comment head-on.

“Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash, I r
repeat. “Your tone of voice suggests that’s unappealing to you.”

You turn another shade of red and avert my gaze for the moment.

“Indeed,” I continue “In the British Navy Rum was important. It was one of the few pleasures a seaman had and it was guaranteed in his contract. Now there are many pleasures that can be indulged, particularly on a ship like this with such charming company.”

I raised my glass as a salute to the women at the table. And continued.

“In terms of Sodomy, with an all-male crew – that was the best relationship a man could get back in those days aboard ship. Again that has changed, although sodomy aboard ship likely hasn’t entirely disappeared. After all, we don’t know what our passengers get up to. In some ways, things haven’t changed that much. Sodomy is about power as much as sex. And many virile men enjoy exercising that power.”

You listen with attention. My eyes are still on you as I speak. You feel you’re being bested. So you add. “I guess that’s also where the lash comes in.”

You see a sly smile creep upon my face. “Well, even today some people need to be shown their place. Don’t you think?”

A couple of hours later you were back in your room, your panties drenched since our conversation. Your friend Ellen had decided to finish the night with a walk along the deck. YOU did not go with her.

Instead, you locked the stateroom door and bolted it from the inside. Whipping off your panties, you found yourself on the bed, rethinking the conversation and masturbating wildly for just a few minutes to coax out the massive orgasm that you felt had been priming since dinner.

The next morning you woke up turned on but still embarrassed, and more than a bit hungover. You spend the day quietly on deck, convincing Ellen to take a spot where you’d be in the shade. You close your eyes and begin sleep with the calm and gentle movement of the boat.

Your thoughts drift into idle dreams. At one point you picture me standing over you on the deck and hear my voice say “for a moment I thought it was the ship’s horn.”

You immediately notice you’re snoring and wake up. There I stand between you and Ellen, still in my gleaming white uniform. Did I hear you snoring? OMG, that’s so embarrassing.

You look into my eyes nervously. I return your gaze then move my eyes downwards. You notice you’ve shifted in your swimwear and are showing more skin than normal. You cover up.

“It’s good to see you find my ship so relaxing young lady, but perhaps you may be interested in something more intense this evening.”

There was something about the way I say that word. What was I getting at? I explain there is going to be a shore party tonight. It’s a local holiday on the island and the bars and restaurants and streets will be the place to be. A small boat will bring everyone ashore at sundown and back again just after midnight.

As I leave the two of you on deck, you turn to Ellen.

“What’s this young lady stuff?’ You say, a little put out.

“He refers to all the women that way,” Ellen Replies “The Captain sure knows how to charm, doesn’t he?”

“His charm doesn’t work for everyone,” you say defiantly. Deep down you know better.

For the rest of the day, you and Ellen plan your evening together, what to wear, and do on the island. However, Ellen seems much more interested in going ashore than you do. All you can think of is… where will I be.?. When a captain goes ashore where exactly does he hang out? Or does he stay on the ship? Does he even want to be with passengers on a night like this or is it his opportunity to be left alone?

You find out that the small pilot boat that will ferry passengers ashore can only hold a handful of people at a time so it needs to make five trips. I had come by your room earlier and told Ellen that I had put the two of you on the last boat so that you would have additional time to get ready.

It was still hot at sundown so you decided to wear a comfortable but sexy light cotton dress. The material is extremely thin and see-through so a bra and panties were a must.

The lights of the city are beginning to shine as we made our way the quarter-mile to the shore. You notice I am drinking something dark from a glass tumbler. A slight smell of rum is evident in the air. Was I drinking and boating? You keep your eye on me to see if I would take a sip, but I don’t.

When we get to the dock, I Ieaned over you to grab a cleat and clumsily spill the dark rum all over your dress.

“Oh no,” I explain. “I’m so sorry young lady. You can’t go out like that. Why don’t I take you back so you can change. We won’t be gone long and you won’t miss much.”

You look over at Ellen and realize she’s already walking off the dock with one of the more handsome male passengers. You agreed to go back with me.

As we speed off back to the ship, I open the throttle on the boat and you feel the breeze fly through your hair. You wonder about my accident with the rum. At first, you think it’s a ruse to get you back to the ship with me. But it must be your imagination. Your mind has been in fantasy mode after last night.
You feel the need to say something, but between the roar of the engine and my focus on the water, the journey is wordless.

As we reach our destination, I tie up the boat and help you up the ladder to the ship.

“Is there anyone on board or have they all gone ashore?’ you ask.

“All gone. I’m usually the only one to stay aboard,” I say.

“It sounds lonely,” you counter.

“It has its advantages,” I reply in a noncommittal way.

You watch me fasten the boat to the ship. Then make my way own up the ladder with you to the stern. You’re dying to say something to me, but aren’t sure what.

“I guess you have to be good with ropes,” you mutter. ‘To be a sailor I mean.”

“It comes in handy,” I say before changing the subject. “We need to do something about that dress, but before we do, you were asking about ropes. I’ll show you a couple of basic knots, it won’t take long.

I position you in the middle of the stern and get two slim but sturdy ropes, that are already fashioned to the second deck and hanging down next to you.

“I knotted these up just a few hours ago, “ I say.

“What are they for?” you ask.

“I’ll show you.”

I pull your hand up slightly over your head, take the first rope and tie it to your wrist. Your heart pounds. Is this really a demonstration? Or is it a joke?

I take your other hand. Part of you wants to pull away, but you find yourself simply following my motion as your second-hand gets tied overhead.

“Is this a magic trick?” you say. “I thought we were going to do something about my dress.”

“We are,” I say, as I slide behind you. You suddenly feel me deftly unhook your bra.

“Hey! What are you doing?” you ask.

“We don’t want to get your beautiful underwear too wet now do we?” You feel my strong hands grasp either side of your panties and tug them down in a swift stroke. It’s only a moment, but the confident and aggressive nature of the tug begins to make you wet.

You feel naked now, just a see-through light cotton dress on. Thankfully it’s night and the light isn’t direct. You watch as I move towards a curled hose on the deck.

“You seemed scornful about the importance of Rum, Sodomy and the Lash,” I say. “I think you need to be taught a lesson about respect for the sea, and particularly respect for your captain,” you’re not sure what to say. I continue. “Don’t forget, It was rum that got you here. So you’ve seen its use. Now it’s time to wash it off.”

I pick up the hose and turn it on, blasting your body with cool water. The cold and the shock of the situation has your heart pounding. You feel your adrenaline soar. The blast is carefully targeted and lasts only a few seconds, but it has its effect. You’re now drenched and your dress clings sexily to your curves.

“What the hell!? What did you do that for?”

“Three reasons,” I say, ‘To clean you off. To teach you some respect, and to give you what you want. They say you must be careful what you ask for – you just might get it. After all, you wondered aloud about the pleasures of life at sea. Rule one is that we need to be efficient above all else. The hose is a quick and effective tool. Your dress will dry out and be as good as new. And speaking of clothing… As you recall you also mocked my uniform. However, it’s true, clothing DOES bring power.”

You watch me approach again as I slide behind you, your blood continuing to pound in both your head and your clit. You feel the same tug as before, only this one is upward as the dress rises above your head. Your hands are tied, so it can’t come off, but I tuck the end under the life jackets on the roof of the deck.

Now you ARE naked. Your nipples feel harder than they’ve ever been as you watch me slowly move in front of you again.

“Back to the power of clothing,” I say. “How do you feel right now without any?”

“Furious,” you say. “Get me untied right now. Who do you think you are?”

“I am your CAPTAIN young lady. And this is MY ship. That’s why I wear this uniform. If you were honest with me you’d tell me EXACTLY HOW YOU FEEL. Vulnerable, a bit frightened perhaps, and completely turned on..”

“You flatter yourself, Captain.”

“Do I?” I walk over to you confidently, staring definitely into your eyes. You feel my soft strong hand reach out between your thighs and begin to slide around your very wet pussy. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. Without taking my eyes off yours, I lift my fingers and put them in your mouth. They’re now warm and wet with your juices and sticky with that particular flavor that is you in your most heightened erotic state.

As you suck on my fingers, I reach my other hand down swirling between your legs and lips and reach up to my own mouth.

“Just as I suspected,” I say tasting you. “I think you owe me an apology.”

You stay silent as I walk behind you.

SPANK.

The feel of my hand gets your attention. That wasn’t just a play spank. It was hard and loud and hit just the right spot.

“The lash is also an effective tool,” I say “although I prefer to use my hand in personal matters like these.”

“I’m sorry…”

SPANK

“I’m sorry SIR, is the correct response.”

“I’m sorry sir…”

“Get this straight young lady. You may be captain of the ship in your own little world, but HERE you follow MY orders. And you will not disrespect me again.”

‘No Sir.”

“Very Good,” I counter.

I turn to the front of you and grab your chin. “Good Girls who know their place will also get rewarded.”

You feel my lips against yours, hot, sensual, dancing with you in that certain way that makes you crazy. I’m enjoying teasing you. You close your eyes as you feel me slowly kiss down to your breasts, your stomach, and then between your legs.

I tug on one of your thighs and you wrap it over my shoulder. I grab your ass hard as my face plunges into your womanhood. My tongue, swirls, probes, and teases as you continue hanging there, arms towards the sky. You roll with my motion and rotate your hips. You’re being driven crazy in the warmth of the Mediterranean night.

You feel ready to orgasm and begin to really fuck my face, but I take that moment to stand back up and assert my authority.

“No,” you say. “Don’t stop. Please sir.”

This time you feel my strong hand slide between your legs again deftly swirling around your clit with just enough pressure, then you feel two of my long fingers probe up inside you as you feel me hit your G-spot for the first time.

Tied up like this you feel like an erotic puppet. My puppet, being played with and made to cum exactly when and how I desire it.

The cold of the hose has faded with the warmth of the evening into a feel of comfortable cool. It’s a great night to be naked and be taken within the view of an entire city. What must Ellen think right now? For a second she imagined her on a boardwalk looking into those massive coin-operated binoculars gazing back at the ship and stunned by this vision of her friend tied and naked – ravaged by the very man Ellen has been lusting after since the beginning of the trip.

I’m still in my white uniform, very much a dignified CAPTAIN, but with my hand firmly up your womanhood, stimulating you in the most aggressive way as if were as much a duty as any other part of running the ship.

My hand is getting soaked and I can feel you shake as you lean on the ropes for support.

“I’m going to cum sir, please help me cum… don’t stop.”

I stare at you with wild eyes although the rest of me is composed and controlled. The sounds from between your legs get more sloppy and wet. I can feel you flex and move my fingers accordingly. I press right where I need to as you meet my fingers and convulse in an intense standing orgasm that goes on for almost a minute.

You find yourself exhausted and whimpering, as I slide my hand into your mouth, drenched with your juices. You suck my fingers but feel the excess run down your face.

“I would say you are now VERY MUCH aroused,” I comment,

SPANK.

“Never contradict me again.”

And in a moment I’m gone. Quietly and deftly. You stand there now, chest heaving in the night. Naked, tied, and helpless. You hear the roar of the party in the town but have no wish to be anywhere else right now.

“Captain?” you say. “Captain?!”

You hear footsteps behind you and suddenly feel the smack of my hand.

“Don’t yell on my ship, unless you are in danger,” I say.

I take the knife I’ve brought with me and deftly cut the ropes that bind you to the railing. I’m behind your and catch you as you fall forward in exhaustion, then lay you on your hands and knees on the deck.

I go and grab a chair a few feet away.

“Come here, I say we’re not finished.”

Still taking in the mix of endorphins and adrenaline coursing through your body you decide to crawl towards me rather than get up. It also gives you a better view. I’m slid forward in my chair with my balls and manhood slipping down from the canvas. My skin is almost as white as my uniform except between my legs which is slightly darker.

You assess me as halfway hard and getting more rigid as you get close to me. I’m thick, but enough to get in your mouth you think. As to my length, we’d have to see. Then it strikes you that I’m still in charge. What I did with my cock would be my decision. You wiggle your breasts just a little bit more than necessary to improve your chances.

You hear me tell you to stop as you reach me.

“Who am I?” I ask.

“Ummm, the Captain sir…”

And what is your role?

Part of you wants to rebel and say “I’m the customer and I’m always right.”, but your ass still stings and your body aches from leaning on the ropes.

“My role is to follow your orders sir… and to serve?”

“Left hand on my balls, mouth on my cock.” I say. You do as you are told. “Now suck, softly, with the rhythm of the lapping waves.” My words make you aware of the slow and gentle rocking of the boat. You take your cue and follow it. It’s hypnotic, the rocking of the boat, bobbing of your head, and the sound of your sucking working in unison.

You feel me growing very hard. I’m definitely more than a mouthful. I push your face down to feel your throat around my head and release you before you can gag, the low moans that emanate from deep in my chest make you tingle as I push your head down a second and a third time and feel a noticeable throb each time I take your throat.

“At Sea, each person needs to bring a skill. This is obviously yours,” I say. I reach downwards and bounce your tits in my hand as I continue fucking your mouth. “I must say you’ve certainly got talent. Feel how hard you make me when I take your throat.”

It’s no joke. You wonder if any man has been quite this hard inside your mouth before. I suddenly stop my motion and caress your face.

“You’ve been a Good Girl. Now is the time to reward you with what you want. I’m going to make you mine.

“If you want the real feel of life at sea, being sodomized and lashed as you feel the water beneath you is a must.”

I reach for the bottle of lube I brought out earlier and prepare your ass and my cock. You can feel the coolness of the gel as it slides down your cheeks, finally catching my fingers as they do their work preparing you for me. The first feeling of my forefinger entering your ass, sends a chill up your spine, in a way you’ve never felt before. Your most intimate spot is being probed and prepared like this, so out in the open as music plays in the distance and you wonder again if they have binoculars on shore and watching this obscene scenario.

I then lube up my cock and get a beautiful look at you from behind, on all fours as you gaze out towards the lights of the city.

SPANK

“Get ready for the full naval experience, “ I say. You feel my bulbous head enter your tightest and most intimate spot, slowly. With just enough pressure. You feel violated but alive as one of the bars on the shore turns up its music. My probes into your territory match the rhythm, the same rhythm of the gentle waves.

I reach over to grab your hair. The way I grip it, you feel ridden like a sexy horse. A thoroughbred slut being ridden by an expert. Anyone with binoculars would really be getting a good view now.

I can feel you, so tightly around my manhood, and sense that you may be building up another orgasm. To help you along I take my free hand and reach it around onto your clit again. No swirling this time, just a steady and natural back and forth as you glide over my fingers.

You realize I’m doing it again. Making you cum exactly when and how I want. You teased my cock enough that I’m ready to explode in your tight rhythmic space. I know your own orgasm will enhance the experience.

Cum for your captain Good Girl. My head is throbbing in your ass.
SPANK
Tonight you’re being taught a lesson and I’m going to make it so you don’t forget.”

As your cries get louder I ride you harder, my cock pushing further into your well-lubed ass.

Your back arches as you feel the heat of my load shoot into you and hear a full and manly cry of pleasure as my balls release. Your back arches, and your own orgasm peaks as I spank you one more time and you feel completely in my power. Rum Sodomy and the Lash, the whole experience. Your body convulses until you collapse heaving on the deck.

Between the orgasms, the anal sex, and being tied up, you are exhausted. You lay there, me on top of you, quietly gulping air, your ass filled with my warm presence.

You feel my hands caress your hair.

“Thank you, Captain,” you hear yourself say. Then you begin to wonder how many, if any other women have laid with me on this same deck.

You ask. “How exactly do I stack up?”

“You earned your stripes,” I say. “You follow orders and know how to serve. With a performance like that, I’ d have you on my crew any day.”

You were in your room and asleep by the time the others arrived back on board. When morning came, you told Ellen you had gotten a sudden headache and changed your mind about going ashore. The Captain? Well, he was a gentleman and apologized for spilling his drink on my dress, he even cleaned it for me.

You didn’t see me again until later that afternoon when I made my customary trip to the sun deck.

“Good afternoon Captain.”

“Good afternoon,” I reply. As we look at each other I also add the words “Good Girl” as we communicate without words.

Ellen speaks. “I hear you took good care of her last night.” She says motioning to you with her head.

“Yes I certainly DID”, I reply.

The words echo out into the bay as a young seaman approaches me.

“Umm Captain, we have a bit of a mystery on our hands. We found a couple of lengths of rope tied to the aft railings on deck two. Whatever they were tied to appears to have been cut loose with a sharp knife. It’s not an important point sir, just curious. We thought you should be informed.”

A laugh escapes your mouth as your hand moves over your lips.

I turn to you elegantly and say to the seamen, “It seems the young lady knows something about this?”

You feel yourself turning red as you say, “I’m sure I have NO idea.”

I smile at you and say loudly. “Life on the Sea is full of intrigue and mysteries. I guess this is just one of them.”

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