Chapter 1

Stephanie’s thighs burned, her breath laboured like she was in the gym on the stair-climber. She knew the captain was close enough to hear her plea but she couldn’t see him because she was blindfolded with her bright pink bikini bottoms.

She had sun-burned her bottom yesterday and today she wanted some coverage. She had ascended onto the deck wearing her bikini bottoms and the captain was not amused. He had immediately cuffed and blindfolded her and then pulled her hands above her head with the mizzen halyard. Stephanie had laughed and let him bind her.

“Oh my god - please let me come” she panted.

The captain looked over his shoulder at Stephanie, as the fifty-eight foot ketch cut gently through the waters of the Gulf of Thailand on a gentle beam reach. The sails were trimmed so that they were doing an easy 5 knots heeling over slightly as they sailed towards the next set of islands where there was a mooring next to a restaurant and bar - they were at least three hours away, and the sea traffic around them was light.

He smiled at the sight of Stephanie’s straining naked body, and re-checked the horizon with his binoculars and the chart-plotter to make sure that there were no other sea-craft within 3 miles. He then double-checked the auto-pilot and turned to give Stephanie his full attention.

The captain was naked too, and his tan lines stood out starkly around his waist and his knees, and his arms. His Viking ancestors had gifted him pale skin that easily burned. His calves and shoulders were a light golden - and even in the shade his skinny ass was as pale as the moon. He’d been practising yoga twice daily, doing intermittent fasting, taking supplements and even at over 50 years old - the fat had gently melted away and revealed his muscles.

As he turned towards Stephanie his rigid cock stood out in front of him, and a drip of pre-cum detached itself and fell towards the deck. The captain’s body was a lot more ripped than it had been in Bali, only 3 months ago.

The way Stephanie’s bare breasts glistened with sweat in the shaft of sunlight that cut across her naked form as she moved was a sight that he would never forget as long as he lived.

While her heritage was Egyptian, her body was pure Persian princess. Stephanie had powerful thighs and calves, generous child-bearing hips that curved inwards to her waist, small to medium breasts, powerful shoulders and long brunette hair that was pulled back in a pony-tail.

Her facial features were strongly southern European and when she smiled, her devastating dimples appeared. He fucking loved those dimples and her easy laugh. And underneath the blindfold were hazel eyes that captivated the captain every time he looked into them.

Her skin was a deep golden brown, and the tan lines around her breasts and her pussy were beginning to fade because yesterday the captain had ordered her to strip naked on the dock before they boarded the yacht.

Stephanie had taken a good look around the marina to make sure that they weren’t being closely watched and then had willingly done so. She knew that her big sun-glasses and cap would mostly disguise her. Stephanie locked eyes with the captain, pulled down her sunnies over her eyes, and then slowly and deliberately removed her sarong, bikini top and shorts and stood gloriously naked in her thongs on the dock next to his yacht - Lakshmi.

Stephanie squealed and then laughed like a blushing bride when the captain then picked her up into his arms and carried her aboard the sailing yacht. The gay couple in the yacht in the next berth had popped their heads out after hearing Stephanie’s squeal, and when they saw what was going on, they smiled at each other and said “Lucky girl!”

The captain adored all of Stephanie’s facets; her humanity, her intelligence, her loving abundance and her generosity of spirit. And right now, what he adored most was Stephanie’s magnificent sexual power.

The captain sent a prayer of deep and abiding gratitude to the great architect of the universe as he watched Stephanie, because this magnificent queen had chosen him to be her king for this moment of time. This woman, he thought, was living proof that the architect was a genius. “How could anyone be an atheist with this kind of living proof?” he mused.

All she was wearing now was her jewellery. A thin gold necklace with her rings attached swung between her breasts, a gold belly chain was around her hips and gold ankle chains were all that adorned her.

When the captain had informed her that there was a punishment for coming up on deck wearing a pair of bikini bottoms without permission, Stephanie had laughed and said “Do your worst!”

She had no idea what that ‘worst’ was until ten minutes after he had bound and blindfolded her, when he had gently applied lube to her pussy, loosened the halyard and ordered her to squat.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking” she laughed as Stephanie felt Mr Sybian’s rubbery cock penerate her pussy.

Stephanie was squatting naked, with her bare feet planted on the deck about 18 inches apart, about two feet in front of the mizzen mast at the back of the cockpit. Her wrists were secured together with soft leather cuffs and velcro straps and held above her head by a thin halyard that ran up the mizzen mast behind her head.

“Meet your torturer Mr Sybian” said the captain, as Stephanie’s pussy was impaled on Mr Sybian.

Stephanie was determined not to “let it get to her” and she used her breathing exercises to get into a deep meditative state of relaxation and she relaxed her powerful thighs and calves and allowed her weight to rest onto Mr Sybian, and her clit to come into contact with the buzzing raised pad.

To begin with she was successful and the captain watched, entranced, as her breasts moved rhythmically and slowly as she pulled each breath down to the bottom of her lungs. He broke out of his trance to move to the helm and keep watch while Stephanie’s slow sexual torture began.

Eventually the movement and vibration of Mr Sybian were just enough to sexually stimulate Stephanie, and her deep meditative state slowly but surely evaporated. After the first twenty minutes of squatting blindfolded over Mr Sybian, with his prong stirring gently deep inside her and her clit being pleasantly buzzed - Stephanie slowly began to start to squirm.

The circumstances of being naked outside in the cockpit, wrists bound and her eyes blindfolded had really stoked Stephanie’s fires. She could feel the warm breeze caressing her golden tan skin, and being deprived of her sight - her awareness of all the physical sensations in her body were heightened. The gentle buzzing on her clit just wasn’t enough stimulation for Stephanie.

She needed more. Much, much, more.

Sexual submission was going against all of the cultural and social programming that Stephanie had absorbed in her younger years growing up in the suburbs of Sydney. Even 12 months ago she would have balked at his dominance over her - but she had matured and the shell of her cultural programming had been broken. Stephanie knew it was so completely mindfuckingly wrong for her to allow the captain to dominate her like this.

But, it felt so fucking right to her in her body, heart and soul. So Stephanie had willingly agreed with the captain’s demand that she wasn’t allowed to come without permission.

And once she had done so, she had then felt an amazing sexual freedom in opening up and receiving. It was like something that had previously been blocked inside her, had been removed and her sexual life force energy flowed freely within her.

She found that allowing the captain to delay her orgasms really made her juices flow and then when Stephanie was finally allowed to come she had the most amazing full-body orgasms.

At the twenty-five minute point, Stephanie began to realise that she needed to cum in the worst way. She had lost her internal fight to control herself. The movement of her hips intensified and she began to vocalise her arousal with low short moans.

By the time thirty minutes had elapsed, Stephanie had started to ride Mr Sybian - fucking herself up off the the vibrating prong. On the downstroke she stirred the rubber cock inside herself, rubbing the tip right into her g-spot. Stephanie progressed to swaying and twisting her hips, her juices squelching as she ground her clit down and groaned with pleasure.