Chapter 12: A Pirate’s Prisoners

I arrive at Sarah’s house on Thursday evening to find Adam and Sarah are already dressed in costumes which make them look like a well-dressed couple from some 18th century drama. I’ve arranged to stay the night here and Sarah has prepared the same bedroom which I use to change into my black vinyl dress on a Wednesday. Today I find a costume laid out ready for me. It consists of a white off-the-shoulder blouse, satin corset, black knee length skirt, fishnet stockings and boots. A bandanna and a few ornaments with a skull and crossbones on them complete my costume. I doubt any of the costume is a realistic replica of 18th century wear, but the overall effect is still of a lady pirate.

I go downstairs to find Adam and Sarah kneeling side by side on the floor in the position Sarah normally adopts on my arrival on Wednesday evenings. We call it her ‘greeting posture’. Behind them is a large cardboard box with what I assume are the props for tonight’s game.

“I’m your guest tonight, Sarah,” I say. “You must tell me how you play your game.”

“There are no rules, Domina,” replies Sarah. “I set the scene with a story, and we take up the positions I describe at the end of the story. We simply make it up from there.”

“OK,” I reply. “You can begin if you are ready.”

Sarah and Adam stand up and Sarah begins her story.

“It is the year 1764 and the lady Sarah and her young lover Adam run away from the safety of their families and buy passage on a merchant ship bound for the new world. Little do they know that the ship will be sailing through waters plagued by pirates. A week after setting sail, it is their misfortune to fall foul of the dreaded Black Witch, a ship captained by the notorious lady pirate known only as Domina. Her reputation for cruelty strikes fear and terror into the hearts of the merchant ship’s crew. The captain surrenders his passengers to the pirates in exchange for the lives of his crew. It’s a foolish betrayal as the pirates only spare the crew so that they can be sold in the slave markets of the Barbary Coast.

As for Adam and Sarah, their future is bleak. Chained in the hold of the Black Witch, the young lovers must endure Domina’s torments while they wait to learn of their fate.”

While Sarah sets the scene, she and Adam are busy applying shackles to their limbs. The box behind them contains an extensive collection of such stuff. I simply stand and watch while I wait for my cue to enter the scene. They have obviously played this game before and they have no difficulty in adopting their roles.

“You shall never break our love and commitment to each other,” says Sarah, giving me my cue. “Torture and torment us as much as you dare, but neither of us will tell you the location of the treasure you seek.”

I silently concede that Sarah has created a scene which provides ample opportunity for our game to go in many directions. The challenge is for me to play my part correctly so that we can all enjoy the game.

“We shall see about that, my ill fated lovers,” I sneer in my best pirate’s accent. “Before long one of you will betray your secret to save the other from their suffering.”

“Never!” cries Adam. “Our love is too strong for you to drive a wedge between us.”

“Brave words for a man shackled and at my mercy. Perhaps I should allow my crew to sample the delights of your wench while you watch.”

“Have your crew ravish me, if you will,” says Sarah. “But Adam and I have sworn never to reveal the location of the treasure, no matter what you and your filthy crew do to us.”

“Or perhaps I should have your young man pleasure me while you watch,” I continue, watching carefully for any adverse reaction from Sarah. So far she seems okay with my encroachment into her territory.

While we have been talking I have been studying the contents of the cardboard box. Very little of it would pass for 18th century equipment, but there are plenty of toys and bondage items to ensure our game won’t lack for props. I realise that the box must belong to Adam. From the box I produce a pair of sturdy leather briefs designed to keep a male’s genitals imprisoned behind a metal studded pouch. An inner section contains a steel ring which prevents his cock and balls from retreating from the pouch. I’m curious as to the effect the studded pouch would have on the wearer if he starts to get an erection.

“This is interesting,” I say as I show the two of them what I have found. “I think your wench should help you put these briefs on.”

Sarah seems keen enough, but Adam’s reaction indicates that he wishes I hadn’t discovered the briefs. He doesn’t protest though, and it occurs to me that he could have removed them from the box before arriving if he wasn’t prepared to wear the briefs. Even with his limbs shackled as they are, Adam should be able to put on the briefs unaided. However, my motive for involving Sarah is to ensure that she knows that whatever may follow doesn’t exclude her from the game.

I watch carefully as Sarah and Adam comply with my order. I notice Sarah takes longer than necessary once she has removed Adam’s trousers and underwear. I get my first glimpse of Adam’s monster and it is every bit as huge as I imagined. Sarah’s ‘accidental’ handling is giving Adam the beginnings of an erection. It would make it difficult to fasten his leather briefs if I permit it to grow.

“Focus on your task, wench,” I growl. “If you want the feel of a male organ, then my crew will be happy to oblige.”

“Yes, Domina,” replies Sarah, torn between playing her part in the scene and showing proper respect to her Domina’s order.

Adam manages to fit the steel ring on the inner part of the briefs into place, but neither of them can manage to fasten the outer pouch. It’s a tight fit, which has only be made worse by Adam’s growing erection. I step in to finish the task.

“Back over there, wench,” I order, and Sarah slides back to her original position.

I take the triangular shaped outer pouch and easily fix the horizontal top piece into place. Attaching the remaining fasteners is going to be tricky without handling Adam’s monster. Of course I would happily play with it, and its close proximity is driving me wild. But I know that if I do more than necessary, I’ll only make my task that much harder. Consequently I resist the temptation. I can’t avoid touching it however as I push it into position so that the remainder of the pouch can be fastened.

I finally succeed in fixing the last fastener and playfully stroke the pouch to tease Adam’s senses. He gasps in pleasure at my attention and I tuck that discovery away for future use. I look at Sarah and see that she’s showing signs of arousal.

“Now, my pretty wench,” I say, turning my attention to Sarah. “Are you going to tell me the location of your treasure, or do I begin to torment your young man?”

“I’ll never tell you the location, you filthy pirate bitch!” says Sarah with ferocity.

“Mind your manners, wench,” I snarl. “You refer to me as Domina and you speak to me with respect. I think your bonds need tightening to remind you of your position.”

I leave Sarah wondering whether my words were simply play acting or were meant for real. In truth, I’m not certain which way I meant them. I certainly intend to teach her a lesson for being mouthy. I fetch some additional chains from the box and apply them liberally to her body and limbs. It’s not an elegant piece of work, but it certainly makes it difficult for her to move about. Of course, Sarah being the way she is, gets even more aroused by my actions.

“Any more lip and you’ll be wearing the leather hood,” I say, pointing to Sarah’s wicked looking bondage hood which is lying on a shelf nearby.

“I still won’t tell you the location of the treasure, Domina,” says Sarah with noticeably more respect in her voice.

“Then your young man is going to suffer,” I say to Sarah, turning towards Adam.

By this stage Adam is sat on the floor, obviously struggling with the effects of the leather studded briefs on his mounting erection. I go over to him and place my boot on the pouch. I lightly twist my foot. The effect on Adam is electric and Sarah lets out a gasp at the sight.

“Please, Domina,” pleads Adam, without specifying what he wants me to do.

“Show your wench how you worship my body,” I tease Adam as I manoeuvre him to his knees in front of me.

I leave it up to him as to how he responds to my command. Despite everything, I regard Adam as Sarah’s boyfriend, and I don’t want her to become jealous. However, so far, she seems to be happy with the game and shows no sign of distress. Adam moves forward and starts to kiss my boots before slowly moving up my legs. I stop him when he reaches my thighs.

“Enough, or you’ll make your wench jealous,” I say, laying a direct challenge to Sarah to speak her mind.

“You’ll never make me jealous, Domina,” says Sarah, although she doesn’t make it clear whether she is play acting or being genuine.