The Chastity Cruise

This story starts out like so many others... after a few months of online and telephone chatting, it was finally time to meet Victoria, my new Mistress.

The diference, though, was that we decided to meet on a cruise ship. We were talking one night about how rough the winter had been, and I suggested we take a cruise. She loved the idea to find some sun! So I went to my travel agent and booked a 7-day Caribbean cruise for the two of us. I spared no expense for this special occasion - a top-of- the-line outside suite with veranda and private plunge pool on a brand-new luxurious ship. The arrangements included airfare and airport transportation for the two of us... but as we were coming from two different places, we wouldn't meet face-to-face until we were on the ship.

One month before the ship sailed, I locked myself into my CB2000 (with plastic locks for security) and mailed her both keys. If there was an emergency I could cut the plastic locks off, but otherwise she would know if there was any cheating since her keys would only fit the locks currently on my body.

Along with the keys, I also mailed her gift cards for all her favorite clothing stores - so she could buy a new bikini, new clothes for dining, dancing, and just playing around on each island we would be exploring. To hopefully earn some points, I sent her a gift certificate for a local jewelry store as well (to wear at the Captain's dinner, of course!). To feed my own fantasy, I sent her a gift card for an online BDSM website too.

I was really excited about the plan, but the month became much more difficult than I had envisioned. She took the opportunity to tease me like crazy - sending me photos of herself wearing the new clothing she had bought. This includes an incredibly sexy black bikini and a black leather corset that made me drop to my knees. She even purchased a short leather cropper that she promised would be smacking my ass while I was obeying her commands - particularly when I was working with my tongue.

Needless to say, my confinement was becoming VERY uncomfortable. I had worn the CB2000 for several weeks before, but never with so much anticipation and teasing. By the time our sailing date approached, I was CRAZED. I was ready to beg to kiss her feet.

Finally, the day arrived. I arranged to arrive as early as possible for two reasons. First, I wanted to make sure all the business was handled - that the room was properly prepared (with flowers for her, of course!) and that we both had our "Sign & Sail" cards, so she could purchase anything she desired on the ship on my credit card. Second, I wanted to get ready to welcome her properly... with a bottle of her favorite wine and massage oils.

She had instructed me to strip down to my CB2000 and lie on the bed awaiting her arrival. So when she finally walked in, that's how she found me.

She looked stunning. I had seen photos before, but she looked even better in person. She was in her mid 30s but looked at least 5 years younger, and was about 5'6" with short dark hair and brown eyes. She might be considered a fairly average-looking woman, except that she had a very sexy athletic body - toned and muscular - and a confidence about her that made it clear she was a dominant, demanding, and very self-assured woman.

She smiled weakly when she saw me and put down her small carry-on bag. (Her luggage had already been delivered to the room.) "Hmmm... what do we have here?" She teased, "Stand up so I can get a good look at you."

I happily stood up. I had been working out like a crazy man to prepare for this moment. While I perhaps wouldn't quite make it as an male model, my winter flab was almost entirely gone. My muscles were toned. My abs were evident (especially the top half). And my cock was, well, straining in it's prison.

As she approached, I kneeled instinctively, took her hand and kissed it gently. She scolded me. "That's nice manners, but I said stand!"

I stood, slightly red-faced. She walked around me slowly, running her fingers along my body. "Very nice..." she teased, "I can see we're going to have quite a bit of fun here."

I offered to give her a massage and glass of wine (and anything else she wanted wink wink) right there, but she declined. She had spent about 4 hours traveling, and the fact that she flew first-class and rode in a luxurious limo didn't take away from the fact that it wasn't altogether fun. It was a beautiful sunny day, and she wanted to be out in it!

She got changed into a sexy little outfit (tight shorts and a cute halter top that showed off her curves nicely) and handed me a box. Inside was a very small bathing suit for me. "This week, you'll wear what I give you to wear. Right now, I want you to wear this!" She said.

We made our way to the pool bar for some Bahama Mamas, and then started walking around the ship. She kept teasing me with her hands... in public running them along my neck, my back, and along my arm. In more out-of-the-way areas of the ship, she would run her hand gently across my butt... along my chest (flicking my extra-sensitive nipples as she went)... and even running her finger along the outline of my CB2000 (which was pretty well visible in my bathing suit, especially for someone who knew of such things).

Finally she pushed me up against a wall and kissed me hard on the lips, running her hands along my body. My cock pulsed hard against the CB2000 (I thought the plastic was going to break). She whispered in my ear, "I'm going to have to try out that tongue of yours soon..." but before I could anything in reply she pulled away and continued walking. I took a deep breathe.

By now the Bahama Mamas were kicking in and we were both feeling pretty relaxed. We were on the upper deck, enjoying the bon voyage celebration happening around us when we walked by a group of men. They took notice of Victoria (of course - what man wouldn't?) and she smiled back at one of them - a young man with ripped muscles and a killer tan that made me wonder if he'd been on the cruise the week before and just stayed aboard. Their stare lingered long enough for me to become uncomfortable, but then we walked on.

I looked at her for a moment, and she caught my eye. She smiled wryly and said, "What? You didn't think I was going to stay with you the WHOLE cruise, did you? Sorry sweetie, but I don't plan to unlock you until the end of the week - and only then if you're really, really good. But just because you have to wait doesn't mean that I do! I'm definitely keeping my options open!

"Until that happens, though, I think I'll take that massage now. And you can show me that tongue you've been talking so much about."

As we walked back to the room, I took a deep breathe and swallowed. This was going to be an interesting cruise.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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