Nautical Delights
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 35: Dinner
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 35: Dinner - The Emir of Kobekistan has a Royal Yacht. Soon after the present Emir succeeded to the throne a new skipper was appointed. Henry Hargreaves had been second officer on a cruise liner, and he finds that the comfort and amusement of his passengers is every bit as important in his new command as it was on board his old ship. A certain amount of discipline is needed, especially to persuade his wife to accept the presence of concubines. The Emir kindly helps with the education of his daughter.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Historical Incest Brother Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Orgy Harem Interracial First Oral Sex Anal Sex Caution Violence
"I don't care what you want. You will eat dinner with us, and you will wear the costume the Emir has ordered!" he raged, "After all he has seen you in a lot less than that, and so have most of the others, I expect."
"I ... will ... not!" she said.
Turning to the eunuch, Henry took his whip and swung round all in one movement, lashing at her bottom.
Whish ... THWACK.
Janice yelped, more in shock than pain, for Henry was still not an expert with the whip and the blow had been a light one.
"Now change, or you'll get six from the eunuch!" ordered Henry, "And six more if you need them."
Janice stared at him and slowly started to undress.
"If the Emir wants anything, you will indulge him," he added, "Even in his bed; especially in his bed. After all it won't be the first time."
Janice stared at him for a moment, remembering the night of Tamsin's wedding, when she had been taken by the Emir and then offered by him to his chauffeur; an offer which had been accepted.
She dropped her eyes and mumbled, "Yes, Master."
A few minutes later she contemplated her appearance in the full length mirror. The silk gown buttoned only at the neck and gaped down the front, showing most of her breasts and all of her belly and close shaven mound.
'Actually, not bad for twenty-nine, ' she thought, subtracting six years from her real age as she habitually did, 'I wonder if the Emir will want me again?'
As she considered this possibility a thrill shivered through her nipples and clitoris. At some of her memories she felt her pussy begin to dampen, and that reminded her to oil herself in both entrances before dinner, just in case.
As they went into the main stateroom of the Emir's suite, Henry was surprised at the mise-à-table which had full eating places only for three people, although there were chairs for seven. Each place was marked with a place card and the mystery was soon cleared up; only the men would be eating. The Emir would be flanked by Tamsin and Janice, while Henry found himself between the two wives, the Princess Ayda and the Princess Alima, formerly Mrs. the Honourable Diana Featherstone and her daughter Susan. He had heard the story that the Emir had made a number of trips round the world looking for Western wives and had finally settled on this impoverished widow, daughter of the equally impoverished Earl of Bargoed, and on her daughter, and had married them both in a single ceremony.
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