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Chapter 69

Belgian - Canadian Kinky Fun on the Cruise

 

The day of boarding was already a big adventure, and even though they went early, it was already very busy on the quayside with people handing over their luggage to the porters. It was a good thing they had detailed instructions on how to deal with the check-in procedure. They had put the tags with the cabin number on the bags and were done 10 minutes after their arrival. Then they went to the queue for check-in. A friendly purser showed them to the correct registration desk where all the paperwork was handled, and they were given their boarding passes. Then began the long wait until the actual boarding time. The cruise line did provide drinks and cookies as Lew had predicted.

Finally, shortly after 12 noon, boarding started, and as they had been early, they were in the second wave. When they set foot on board, looking a bit lost, a friendly female purser approached them and asked if she could help them find their cabin. With the proper instructions, they thought they were going to make it, but of course, they ended up on the wrong side of the ship. Lucky for them, an elderly couple, clearly seasoned cruisers, set them straight so they finally found their stateroom after fifteen minutes. The luggage was not there yet, but they knew from Lew that it could take a while to be delivered.

They were surprised the cabin was so spacious. Maggy had told them the cruise lines gave you the option of choosing your cabin yourself or, at a reduced rate, letting them choose, at the risk of getting a cabin with a restricted view. Through Maggy’s connections with the cruise line, they got the reduced rate but kept the choice of cabin. She had booked them a spacious, ocean-view, balcony stateroom on deck 9, which was 25 sq. ft. bigger than the standard size.

Lew had also told them that they’d better get as fast as possible to the Windjammer café for lunch, as it would be very busy once more passengers were on board. After a quick look at the cabin and balcony, they made their way 2 decks up to deck 11 to the Windjammer. The food display blew them away: so much to choose from. They loaded up their plates and found a table for two at one of the windows overlooking the harbor. They watched as the luggage was rolled on board and the hordes of passengers boarded the ship. After eating their fill of the tasty food, they finished with a generous dessert before going on a discovery walk around the ship. They were like a couple of kids wandering around a wonderland, discovering the different shops, bars, and swimming pools.

Finding their cabin again was a challenge, but in the end, after taking a few wrong turns, they managed it. In the meantime, their luggage had arrived, so they could start unpacking. The one thing they were a bit disappointed by was the tiny bathroom and shower. Taking a shower together would definitely be a challenge if not mission impossible.

Looking through the daily planner, they found in the cabin that there was a meeting of the first-time cruisers’ club planned at three-thirty in the Schooner bar. They definitely qualified for that event.

Shortly thereafter, and just before departure, was the obligatory safety drill, after which they made their way back to the cabin to deposit the life jackets back in the cupboard. Shortly afterward, the ship was ready to depart, and they joined the many passengers on the top decks to wave to the people staying behind and listen to the band playing on the quayside.

Before they realized it, it was 6 pm, time to prepare to go to dinner, luckily the dress code was casual, so they didn’t need to bother about changing. Arriving at the main restaurant, a bunch of waiters were lined up to show them to their table. It was a table for four, and it was empty. That was surprising as most tables were for 6, 8, or even 10 guests, and Lew had told them they would likely be at one of those. They were given menus by Joyce, a cute, light coffee-colored girl, sort of like Elisa, Jack’s Brazilian sub, who informed them she would be serving them all through the cruise at dinner. About 10 minutes later, one of the waiters showed up accompanied by two young women and pointed to their table.

The girls took a seat, and one of them addressed our friends.

“Ello I am Fleur and dies ies my friend Zoë, and we aarrr from Quebec” the first young woman said while extending her hand.

Tanja was a bit surprised, but astute enough to grasp that these girls were from the French-speaking part of Canada and replied:

“Bonsoir, je m’appelle Tanja, ma copine est Vanda et nous venons de la Belgique.”

(Good evening, my name is Tanja, my friend is Vanda, and we come from Belgium.)

A big smile appeared on Fleur’s face being addressed in her native language. Future conversations between the Canadians and Tanja and Vanda were conducted in French, of course, but for clarity, it is here translated to English.

“Oh my God, you speak French, that’s a relief, I was dreading having to speak English during dinner all through the trip. So you’re from Belgium, yes, you people also speak French, don’t you?”

“We do, but our mother tongue is Flemish.”

“Flem…what?”

“Flemish, dear, you might know it as Néerlandais or Dutch if you were English speaking.”

“Oh yes, I heard that: you too have two languages in your country.”

“I’m afraid I have to correct you there as well, my dear, we have three, German is also an official language in our country.”

“Oh my God, I would go crazy with all those different languages, but can we please stick to French then?”

“Absolument, it will be a change for us after two weeks of speaking American.”

“Lovely, I appreciate that, so what are two lovely Belgian ladies doing on a Transatlantic cruise?”

“As you might guess, we are returning after a two-week vacation in Florida.”

“Did you enjoy it? Was it your first time in Florida?”

“Yes, and yes, the crossing is not though, as we flew across the pond to get there, but being on a cruise again is another first for us.”

“Wonderful, for us, it’s our first time going to Europe, please tell us everything about it.”

“We could try.”

Up to now, Zoë hadn’t said much apart from the traditional ‘enchanté’ when they shook hands. For the next hour and a half, they chatted away pleasantly, while enjoying their wonderful first dinner aboard with Fleur rattling away in her Cana-Québécois, which was slightly different from the Belgian French that Tanja and Vanda were used to at home. You could say the differences were a little like between what we speak in Flanders and what the Dutch speak in the Netherlands. At the end of the dinner, they said goodbye and see you tomorrow night. After that, it was high time to go to the Coral Theatre for the Welcome Aboard show at 8:00 pm.

The cruise director started by giving an overview of what they could do on board and what to expect, followed by a relatively simple show featuring some song and dance routines. With all the adventures of the day, they were bushed and fell asleep quickly, but not before setting the balcony door ajar, another tip Lew had given them. It would give them fresh sea air all through the night and tune out any noises either of them might make while sleeping.

Refreshed, they woke the next morning, ready for their first full day at sea. First on the calendar was a visit to the Windjammer café to enjoy a full breakfast. After that, they went looking for a spot at one of the pools. As it was a sunny day, they went for a couple of sunbeds at the outdoor pool after taking a look at the daily planner to see what they could do. There was so much to choose from, but as they were forewarned by Lew and Grace about putting on weight while on board, they decided to do some sports and started with a beginner’s rock-climbing session. By the time they had finished, it was lunchtime again. After this, they joined a Caribbean line dance class at the pool, followed by a Foxtrot dance class in the Vortex nightclub on deck 13. Then it was time for an afternoon coffee and sweets, after which they decided to take a bit of a rest in their cabin and enjoy the ocean view from their balcony.

“What do you think of our dinner-table mates?” Tanja asked.

“Nice girls, completely different, but not too bad to look at.”

“Did you notice Fleur’s boobs? I guess it’s at least an E-cup she’s packing.”

“Yes, totally different from Zoë’s, which seemed almost nonexistent.”

“Yeah, nature should have crafted two average sets from both of them, although I must say that Fleur is completely in proportion.”

“I wonder about them, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Two girls traveling by themselves?”

“You think they’re gay?”

“Yes, though one could say the same about us.”

“You’re right there, I wonder though if they’re just gay or if they live the lifestyle, Fleur did do most of the talking while Zoë didn’t say much.”

“Could be, but it could also be that she is a bit shy, I guess she’s younger than Fleur.”

“Do you think we could risk asking without offending them?”

“About them being lesbians, yes, but about the lifestyle, I’m not so sure, let’s see what tonight gives. Maybe they won’t even show up tonight, Lew told me that happens sometimes.”

“Why wouldn’t they show up?”

“If they don’t like our company, they can ask the maître d' for a different table.

“Do you think they would do that?”

“How would I know Vanda? Let’s just hope they don’t, as I quite like them, and it’s great fun to speak French again.”

“Yes, it is, although you are more fluent in it than I am.”

“You’re not doing too bad, kiddo.”

They had seen in the Cruise Compass, the daily cruise newspaper, that tonight was the captain’s “Welcome aboard reception” from 5:15 to 6 pm. When they arrived, a long line was already waiting to greet the captain and have their picture taken with him, something they didn’t want to miss. Everybody was beautifully dressed as this was also the first formal night. Both girls had put on their cocktail dresses, showing lots of cleavage, which was clearly appreciated by the captain. After the photo, they went on to get their complimentary glass of champers and see if they could find their tablemates from the previous night. When they couldn’t find them, they began to worry a bit that the Canadians were not going to show up for dinner.

Their fear was unfounded, as when they arrived at the table, Fleur and Zoë were already waiting for them.

“Hello, had a fun day at sea?” Fleur immediately wanted to know.

“Not too bad,” Tanja replied, “we tried some rock climbing and then went to two dance classes.”

“Were they any good?”

“The rock climbing was fun, though we don’t think we’ll do it again. The dance classes were great, we’ll definitely go to some others during the coming days.”

“And who did you dance with? Your partner Vanda, or do they provide male dance partners?”

“We danced together, no male dance partners, except maybe, occasionally, the teacher when he wants to help you perform a difficult step.”

“So you strictly danced together?”

“Yes, I think if you went, it would be the same for you as, and please correct me if I’m wrong, you are a couple?”

“Yes, we are, just like you guys, I guess?”

“Yes, but we may be slightly different from you.”

“Different in what way?”

“Well, first, both of us are bi, and we have a Dom/sub relationship.”

“Wow, the bi is not so strange, but Dom/sub? I don’t know much about it, but I guess you are the Dom and Vanda as your sub must obey you?”

“It’s even a bit stronger than that, I own her, she’s my slave.”

“So she has to do whatever you tell her to?”

“Yes.”

“And she never protests?”

“If she dares, and believe me, sometimes she does, she gets punished.”

“And what does that punishment entail then?”

“Oh, that could be anything, but the most common would be corporal punishment.”

“What do you mean by corporal punishment, something that hurts?”

“Yes, a flogging, a spanking, but it could also be a complete disregard for a certain period of time, which in a way can be worse than physical punishment.”

“So if you tell her to go stand in a corner, say here in the restaurant, she has to do that?”

“Yes, but I’ve got a better idea, which you might enjoy more.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“Vag, duck under the table and lick Fleur’s pussy, you can’t come up until she orgasms, and while you’re down there use your fingers on Zoë’s pussy as well, we don’t want anybody missing out on the fun.”

“No, I don’t want her to do that,” Fleur said rather sternly.

“Would you prefer to watch while I’d punish Vag for not doing what she’s been told to do?”

“But if I don’t want it, you shouldn’t punish her?”

“That’s not how it works, when I give Vag an assignment she needs to complete it, failing to do so, for whatever reason, results in punishment.”

In the meantime, Vag looked around and found a quiet moment when nobody was watching us and disappeared under the table. Nobody could see her as the tablecloth came right down, completely hiding her. All of a sudden, I saw Fleur jump when Vag started on her mission.

“Oh my God no, this is far too embarrass…” but before Fleur could finish the sentence, she already felt Vag’s hands on her panty-clad pussy, trying to remove the interfering piece of clothing.

Zoë looked on with big eyes, not believing what was happening, but very shortly a finger was exploring her genital area as well. They both looked at me, trying to stay unmoved, but I could clearly see on their faces when Vag started licking Fleur and fingering Zoë. With perfect timing, the waitress arrived with our first course.

“My partner has gone to the toilet, dear, I would appreciate it if you could keep it warm for her until she returns; I’m sure she won’t be too long.”

“No problem, miss, just let me know when she’s back, and I’ll bring it immediately.”

“Thank you, dear.”

We started on our first course, but it was obvious both girls had a bit of a problem. Vag was going to make them both ‘jouir’ as the French say. By the time they’d consumed half the course, they were clearly in trouble, trying to keep the moaning low so that the guests at the surrounding tables would not hear. Their faces were absolutely fascinating to see, lips pressed together, eyes going upward, their bodies slightly shivering. The first one to cum was Zoë, I saw her go completely rigid, her knife and fork dropping on the table. She just managed to keep them from falling to the ground. Fleur didn’t react much differently. When I saw their faces relax again, I looked around and once the coast was clear, I signaled to Vag under the table, that it was safe to come up again. When she was again seated, I signaled to our waitress that she could bring Vag’s first course. She was clearly puzzled as she hadn’t seen Vag return from the toilet.

“Well, girls, how was it for you?” I asked very casually.

“Oh my God, that was a definite first,” was Fleur’s first reaction.

“Yeah, she’s good, my Vag.”

“You can say that again,” Zoë replied, “do you make her do things like that often?”

“Occasionally, Lew just loves it when I make her do things like that.”

“Lew? Who’s Lew?”

“Of course, you have no idea, well, Lew is my landlord and my dedicated club photographer.”

“You have a club?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“North of Antwerp.”

“Oh, lovely, we plan to visit Antwerp, could we visit your disco club then?”

“You could, but it’s not exactly a disco club.”

“Oh, what is it then, a lesbian club?”

“No, not that either, there are also men visiting.”

Vag looked at me and said, “Tanja dear, please put them out of their misery, or they’ll keep on guessing for the rest of the evening.”

“OK, girls, you could have guessed when I told you we have a Dom/sub relationship, I run a BDSM club.”

“Wow, we would never have guessed that, but what is this Lew doing there then?”

“Lew owns the building we’re in. We’re in the cellar under his photo studio.”

“And is it big?”

“Big enough to hold a number of interesting toys and set-ups.”

“Please tell us more, we have no idea what kind of set-ups you mean.”

“We have a few spanking benches, a St Andrews’s cross of course, a gyno chair, an SS interrogation chamber, and a medieval corner.”

“God I would definitely like to see that, you are North of Antwerp, you say, are there any good places to stay there you can recommend?”

“Depends on what you want to spend.”

“Money is no obstacle, we prefer something nice, a private hotel maybe?”

“Maybe there is something, but I need to contact a friend of mine to make sure it’s possible.”

“You have a friend who runs a hotel?”

“Not a hotel, but she just made an agreement with the Americans we stayed with in Florida and two girls in Italy, near Rome. They offer luxury homes, villas in the US and Italy, and a couple of very special apartments in Antwerp. The rent includes a visit to the club, and the apartments are located in the center of the city, in a street filled with Art Deco houses. One apartment, I’m told, even has a red room, similar to the room in the 50 Shades of Grey stories.”

“Oh yes, please make the call if you can, we’d love to stay there for a couple of days, and this organization also has houses near Rome?”

“Yes, on the coast, I haven’t seen them, but I was told by Lew that the views are spectacular.”

“Oh, then please ask your friend in Antwerp if she can set us up in one of the Italian villas as well, we intend to stay at least a week in Rome.”

“OK, I’ll send Grace a message and ask for an offer. It could take a bit to get a reply as we are at sea, but by the time we reach Europe, I’m sure you’ll have your offer.”

“Excellent, this Grace wouldn’t happen to have a connection in Amsterdam too, would she?”

“I have no idea, but I can ask her if you wish.”

“Yes, please do, we have a room booked in the center in the Krasnapolsky Hotel for the first two nights, but if she knows something more private, we’d love that.”

“I know there are also the Krasnapolsky apartments, not too far from the hotel, maybe that would be more something for you, I guess they will be able to help you at the hotel with that.”

“Great, it’s always nice to talk to someone who knows the area you’re going to.

“So you’re planning to tour Europe?”

“Absolutely, we start in Amsterdam as that’s where this ship docks, then we’ll go to Belgium…” Tanja interrupted her there.

“It wouldn’t by any chance be a Tuesday, would it - when you come to Belgium?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“You never saw the 1969 comedy, ‘If it’s Tuesday, this must be Belgium?’ about this group of American tourists doing a cheap tour of Europe.”

“No, we weren’t even born then.”

“Oh, could I be indiscreet and ask you how old you are?”

“I’m 29 and Zoë is 25, and how old are you, if I may ask?”

“I’m 42 already and Vag just turned 25 last week, so more your age group.”

“Oh my God, I was licked by a 25-year-old girl then?”

“Yes, you were.”

“I must say, from the way she went at it, I thought she was older.”

“I trained her well.”

“Yes, you did, maybe I should entrust Zoë to you during the cruise to give her a similar training.”

“Why do you have plans to move into a Dom/sub relationship?”

“Not immediately, but it could be fun.”

“Yes, but I think I’d make the better Dom Fleur,” Zoë interjected.

“Why’s that?” Tanja wanted to know.

“Although Fleur does most of the talking, deep down she’s a softy, most of the time I can make her do what I want.”

“That’s because I’m so in love with you, sweetheart,” Fleur replied, taking Zoë’s hand in hers and placing a kiss on it.

“Don’t forget that this kind of play can entail pain for the sub. Do you think you could enjoy a pain pleasure session?”

“Oh, Fleur definitely, I regularly slap her bottom when we have sex.”

“OK, but when you really go into a BDSM session, there will be more than just slapping someone’s bottom.”

After a long silence and a lot of exchanged glances between the two lesbian girls at the table, unexpectedly Zoë took the floor rather than Fleur, who’d done most of the talking up to now.

“Would you mind showing us one evening?”

“We could do that, we play most evenings anyway, and we have no problem with a small audience, just let us know when it would suit you, and most importantly, where,” Tanja replied.

“What cabin are you in?” Zoë asked.

“We are on deck 9, cabin 9620.”

“Oh great, we have a suite on the same deck, number 9656.”

“Is that much bigger than a spacious ocean view?”

“Slightly, so maybe we’d better meet in our cabin.”

“Great, I wondered what a suite looks like.”

“Perfect, so when will we have this BDSM evening then?”

“Not tonight - I would like to see the show with the hypnotist, I love it when I see people being made to do things they would normally never do.”

“Yeah, I wonder if you could actually make someone take their clothes off or consent to have sex when under hypnosis?”

“I don’t think so, I once talked to a young couple where the husband had volunteered for such a session and the hypnotist made him conduct an imaginary orchestra, something, according to his wife, he would never do in front of an audience. Well, he explained that it felt as if he was in some sort of dream state and couldn’t really refrain from doing it, and it made him feel good to do it.”

“OK, tomorrow night then?”

“Yes, let’s do tomorrow night, and you know what, to get you in the mood, I’ll take you to Portofino, the intimate Italian restaurant, as they call it. Unless you are a steak-eating person, then we can go to the Chops grille, your choice, my treat.”

“You don’t have to do that, Fleur.”

“As you are being so nice as to show us, yes, we do.”

“OK deal, and I prefer the Italian place if that’s OK?”

“A woman of my heart, I’m not that big of a steak lover either.”

They all finished the meal and went together to the theater to enjoy the hypnosis show. Zoë dared Fleur to go on stage, and she did. The hypnotist made her, together with some of the others, walk around like monkeys while making grunting noises. It was great fun. He singled Fleur out again later and made her act like the conductor of a symphony orchestra. Zoë was busy filming it all with her phone, otherwise, Fleur would probably never believe that she actually did all these crazy things. After the session, she was sent off the stage like the others, and when she came to her seat, it was clear that she had no idea what had happened.

“Couldn’t hypnotize me and sent me back then?” she asked.

“Oh yes he could, you were on that stage for more than half an hour and made a big spectacle of yourself.”

“NO!...did I, when?”

“Just now.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’ll show you when we’re back in the cabin, I filmed it all.”

“Oh my God, did I really do crazy things?”

“No more than the others.”

“I’m so embarrassed, they will all laugh at me.”

“Absolutely not, you got a big round of applause when you were conducting the New York Philharmonic orchestra playing Beethoven’s Fifth.”

“Nooo!”

“Yes.”

Indeed, when they walked out of the theater, a lot of people congratulated her on her performance, making Fleur blush like a ripe tomato.

The next morning after breakfast, they went for a brisk walk, just to burn off some of the calories from all the rich food they were eating. They joined the ping pong tournament at which Tanja sucked and Vanda got applause and a prize, winning the thing. To cool off, they took a swim in one of the many pools onboard and had lunch in the Windjammer café, followed by a nap on their cabin balcony. At 2 pm, they joined the Rumba dance class, again enjoying themselves thoroughly, especially after Vanda gave a surprising demonstration together with the teacher. He complimented her afterward. Then it was time to attend an enrichment lecture on blogging, something that Tana wanted to learn about to promote the club.

After a rest and a shower, it was high time to join their newly made friends in the Portofino restaurant. As it wasn’t a formal night, they went smart casual, which proved later that evening to be a good choice for playing in the Canadians’ stateroom. The dinner was sublime, the best Italian cuisine they could imagine, accompanied by sparkling conversation. It turned out that Fleur was extremely rich thanks to her dad, a piece of information she preferred not to share with just anybody, but Tanja wouldn’t be Tanja if she couldn’t draw it out of her. Later, it came out that Zoë was not exactly a pauper either. Both girls came from rich families but hadn’t met that long ago. In fact, they were on the cruise to celebrate the first year of their relationship.

Both had had relationships before, with men, rather young, Fleur was barely 18 when she got married to a guy in a similar situation as she was, forced by his family to marry a girl but more interested in boys. After two years of marriage, they mutually agreed they would no longer have their lives dictated by their families. The spicy little detail was that they only had sex once, on their wedding night, deflowering each other. The whole thing created a big stink, each family accusing the other of misleading them, but in the end, it died down and Fleur’s ex-husband was now living happily together with his boyfriend while she shared her life with Zoë, who had always known that she was gay.

 

Tanja told them about her horrible childhood and how she had fled home and was introduced to the lifestyle while living in a love commune before finally becoming an independent woman and Dom, now running a BDSM club. In passing, she also mentioned that she had met Vag who at the time was working as a sous-chef in a 3-star restaurant. The Canadian girls were duly impressed, having in fact led a rather sheltered life. The real difference would come to light during their evening’s fun and games.

 

After dinner, they walked together to Tanja and Vag’s cabin to pick up some stuff for the fun and games they had planned for the evening, then continued along the hallway to Fleur and Zoë’s cabin.

When Fleur let them in, it took their breath away. The cabin, if you could even call it that, was huge; it was, in fact, what is described as the owner’s suite. It had two bedrooms, a huge bathroom, an enormous balcony, and to top it all, in the living area was a baby Grand Piano.

”Do either of you two play?” Tanja wanted to know.

“Oh no, not at all, it’s just here, and we can’t ask them to remove it. But hey, if you do, please feel free.”

“Vag plays the piano.”

“No, no, I don’t play very well,” Vag replied turning red.

“She does, she’s just too shy to admit it, especially in front of an audience.”

“You don’t have to worry Vag, as I said, neither of us can play the damn thing, but yeah it’s there. It’s great to have sex on you know. But, come to think of it, since Vag is the sub in your relationship, and I understand that she has to obey you; Tanja maybe you can order her to play for us?”

“I see you have grasped the concept of a Dom/sub relationship, it doesn’t always have to be about physical pain.”

“No, this would constitute mental pain if she doesn’t like to play for an audience, and you order her to.”

“You heard our host Vag, play.”

Vag reluctantly took a seat in front of the piano and began to play the most classic thing one can play on a piano “Für Elise” one of Beethoven’s most well-known compositions, aside from the fifth of course. At the end they all burst out in applause, making Vag blush even more.

“Very nice Vag, but I don’t think we’re here to listen to her play ladies, we’re here to give you a taste of the lifestyle, so please take a seat. Vag, get naked!”

In a flash, Vag took off all her clothes and stood naked in a wait position for further instructions.

“You see girls, Vag is now in the wait position, a slave has different positions she needs to know and immediately assume when her Master instructs her. The next one is ‘attention’.”

Vag immediately took the mentioned position. Tanja couldn’t refrain from making a production out of it and shouted ‘wait’ again with Vag immediately returning to her original position.

“Wow, she is well trained,” said Fleur.

“Hey Fleur, wouldn’t it be fun if you trained together with her?” Zoë asked

“Would you mind, Tanja?” she continued.

“No, not at all, that could definitely be fun, and you will have plenty of opportunities to punish her if she doesn’t comply.”

“Hang on a second, I don’t mind playing along, but getting punished, I don’t think so,” Fleur responded.

“Well, well, a sub that protests, that alone is enough to give her a good hiding, here is a nice flogger, Zoë,” Tanja said while handing a flogger to Zoë.

“You heard the Dom Fleur, so you’d better behave before your skin feels it.”

“Have I no say in this?” Fleur protested weakly.

“I’m afraid, not dear, if you want to play the game, you have to obey the rules, and failing to do so seems to have consequences,” said Zoë.

“Why don’t you start by taking off your gear, Fleur? We Doms love to see our subs in their birthday suits,” Tanja said, in a way that clearly didn’t allow for protest.

Fleur, basically already a sub to Zoë, without really realizing it started to take her clothes off. This would be the first time that Tanja and Vag would be able to see what Fleur was packing. From the moment they had set eyes on her, they had noticed that she was well-endowed in the tits department, but to be able to now see them in their full natural glory was very intriguing. When Fleur started to undo the buttons of her blouse, their eyes were glued to her chest. Button by button, her bra was revealed, already giving away a glimpse of the two beautiful globes barely restrained by it.

The tease, when her blouse was removed, continued as she moved her hands to her back to undo the hook and zipper of her skirt. She let it fall tantalizingly slowly to the floor and stepped out of it, showing that she was wearing sheer black stay-ups and a coordinated pair of panties. Not only did she have an imposing bosom, but her ass was matching.

Both Tanja and Vag were holding their breath, awaiting the final reveal of those magnificent breasts, which they estimated to be an E cup, (which was proven later when they had a peak at the tag on the bra that had been holding them). The areolae and nipples adorning them were appropriately large as well, and although at the beginning she had seemed reluctant to undress, the act had seriously affected her arousal, as witnessed by her erect nipples.

All that now remained to cover her plus-size body were the panties, which again she seemed reluctant to remove. Zoë encouraged her by giving Fleur’s bottom a swat with the flogger. That made her comply quickly, finally revealing the most intimate part of her body. As expected, she had a completely bald pussy, shaved or waxed, only a tongue would reveal. Vag knew of course as she already had tasted Fleur’s lovely sex. Fleur looked at Vag and assumed the same position.

“Excellent slave, you seem to be a fast learner,” remarked Tanja.

“Let’s continue, ATTENTION, she shouted,“ after which Vag immediately took that position. Fleur was taken by surprise and didn’t have a clue about what to do, of course. But astute as she was, she quickly gathered from Vag what position she was supposed to assume.

“Excellent, Fleur, that is position number 2, remember for the rest of the exercise that when I shout 2, this is the position you must assume. You have already understood that wait is the number 1 position.”

“Yes, Tanja,” Fleur ventured.

“Another thing you need to learn is that if you address your Dom, you do so as mistress, and secondly, you never speak unless asked a direct question, and what I did was not ask you a direct question, but make a remark to which you were not supposed to respond.”

“Yes…” SWAT! Tanja hit Fleur’s bottom with the riding crop she was holding.

“Just to remind you, dear, will you remember now?”

Total silence.

“Well, will you remember?”

“Euh, yes, Mistress.”

“You see, you learn fast, that last thing was indeed a direct question that required an answer.”

Zoë was looking on with big eyes, absorbing it all like a sponge.

“INSPECTION!” Tanja shouted again.

For Vag, it was no problem: she immediately put her hands behind her head and stood with her feet at shoulder width. For Fleur, it took a moment to comply. At first, she only put her hands behind her head, as that was obvious, but she hadn’t noticed the feet. When Tanja put the crop between her thighs and wiggled it between them, she understood and complied.

“That is number 3 slaves,” Tanja informed both Fleur and Zoë.

“Now for the final one,” before Tanja could finish, Vag had already dropped to her knees and assumed the Nadu position.

“You were taking a risk there slave Vag, I could have chosen another position, and then you would have been severely punished.”

Vag knew exactly when to remain silent, and this was one of those moments.

“OK, NADU,” Tanja said.

Fleur had a serious problem seeing exactly how Vag was positioned, but Tanja was tolerant and gave her ample time, shaking her head when Fleur put her hands palms down, a common mistake made by all the newbies. Despite that she was tolerant, Tanja couldn’t restrain herself from lightly hitting Fleur’s pussy, which was now fully on display, with the tab of the riding crop, clearly contributing to Fleur’s arousal.

All of a sudden, Tanja shouted three again. No need to mention that Vag was the first to assume the position, but Fleur didn’t do too badly. With both girls in that position, Tanja took out two ropes from the bag she had brought with her and handed one to Zoë.

“Zoë, we will start off lightly and do some bondage on our subs, just try to copy me, and I’ll correct you if you do something wrong. One basic, but very important rule is always to make sure you don’t restrict the blood flow.

Tanja began by tying Vag’s hands above her head. When that was accomplished, she tied a second rope to the restricted hands and brought it all the way down over her back between her legs and up again between her breasts and let it rest on her shoulder. Then with another rope, she began to tie up her chest, with one rope part above and a second one below her titties.

That accomplished, she tied the rope that had been brought up from between her legs and to the rope around her boobs, bringing the ends together in the valley between them. Zoë was mimicking her slowly. By the time Tanja was done, Zoë was still struggling with the rope going between Fleur’s legs. Tanja gave her a hand by pulling the rope tight over Fleur’s pussy, resulting in a small yelp from the latter.

“Stop whining, sub!” Tanja shouted, putting a smile on Zoë’s lips.

“OK, now that we have our subs restricted, it’s time to tickle them,” and Tanja immediately started to tickle the inside of Fleur’s upper arms, which, due to the way she was tied up she couldn’t lower them unless she wanted to pull the rope very hard into her intimate folds and even then it was just a few centimeters. Tanja had really been looking forward to finally getting her hands on Fleur’s big fun bags, so she suggested Zoë tickle Vag in a similar way.

Zoë was very much looking forward to playing with a woman with similar boobs to hers. She caressed Vag’s tidies, but quickly replaced her hands with her mouth, at least on one of them. The hand that had become available slowly but surely crept southward and began exploring Vag’s pussy. Both tied-up girls began to moan but were quickly shut up, first by Tanja who began to French kiss Fleur, almost instantaneously followed by Zoë seeking Vag’s sweet lips.

Tanja was thoroughly enjoying herself when she realized they were not there to have lesbian sex but to teach and show these girls about BDSM, so she immediately stopped, resulting in some non-verbal protest from Fleur, who was clearly also very much enjoying being kissed by Tanja. The latter took a step backward and picked up the riding crop again, swishing it in the air. She moved to Fleur’s back and began hitting her bottom.

Four softer ones followed by a hard hit, which drew a yelp from Fleur’s upper lips. Zoë, eager to learn and mimic Tanja did the same with Vag but using the flogger Tanja had given her. When both asses had turned a brighter shade of pink they stopped.

Time for the next step, boob play. Tanja plucked two clothespins from her bag. She didn’t immediately want to subject Fleur to the more sophisticated but also more painful nipple clamps that she would normally use on Vag. Grabbing a nipple from Fleur was easy, God they were huge compared to Vag’s. When she clipped on the clothespin, Fleur took a deep breath, accompanied by a small scream.

“Oh shut up you pussy, this doesn’t hurt half as much as what I’m gonna have Zoë do to Vag’s nipples,” she said while putting one on the other nipple. Zoë was looking on with big eyes. Then Tanja took a couple of big red candles out of the bag and set them on a saucer on a table, but before she could light them, Zoë warned her that it was forbidden to bring candles on board.

“Oh my God, I had no idea, we used them in our cabin.”

“Then hopefully you don’t get caught, they are very serious about such things on board.”

“OK, thanks for telling me, it’s a pity though as hot wax play is one of my and Vag’s favorite things to do.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Most of what we do hurts, darling, but it’s the level that is important, and believe me the hurt is meant to generate significant arousal. Look at Fleur, when I put the clothespins on her nipps she protested but look at her pussy now, the rope going through it is already soaked with her juice.”

“Oh yes, can we achieve the same with Vag?”

“Yes, of course, instead of dripping hot wax over her tits, we’ll use these special Japanese nipple clamps.”

“Why are they called Japanese nipple clamps, and what’s so special about them?”

“To be honest, I have no idea why they’re called Japanese, but they are designed in a way that adding weights to them makes them pinch harder and harder, that’s why I’ll connect them with a small chain, then I only have to put one weight on the chain to activate them both.”

“Oh, can I do that, please?”

“Yes, but it is very important to know what your sub is going to feel when you subject them to something, so why don’t you remove your top, and I’ll apply them to your nipples first, I think your boobs are very similar in size to Vag’s.”

“Yes, they are.”

Zoë had no problem taking off her T-shirt and bra. Tanja wondered why she even bothered to wear a bra. Zoë’s titties were even smaller than Vag’s. So putting clamps on them was a bit of a challenge. First, Tanja needed to lick and suck on Zoë’s nipps to get them big enough to clamp. When she finally managed to put a clamp on one, Zoë screamed.

“Oh, that hurts, take it off, take it off,” she screamed while trying to remove the clamp herself. But Tanja had foreseen that reaction and had quickly grabbed her hands so that she couldn’t remove the clamp.

“Don’t be a pussy, Zoë, give it a minute and get used to it, and you’ll start to feel how exciting it becomes.”

Zoë looked at her with big, unbelieving eyes, but shut up, still clenching her teeth. After 30 seconds, her face began to look normal again, and 30 seconds later, she started to smile.

“You are right, that pinch sends little electric jolts straight to my pussy, I want more, can you please put the other one on as well?”

Tanja immediately obliged.

A minute later, Zoë asked Tanja if she had some more clamps, as she wanted to keep on wearing them herself.

“I haven’t got the exact same ones, but I have some others you could use on Vag,” she replied while handing the bamboo sticks to Zoë.

“These look completely different; how do I put them on?”

“Simple, you see that there are elastic bands at each end, well, you can pull the sticks apart…” Before Tanja could finish, Zoë grabbed one and started to apply it to Vag’s erect nipple. That resulted in a hard scream from the latter as Zoë let the sticks snap shut, trapping Vag’s nipple hard between them

“Careful Zoë, for Vag it’s not really a big deal, but when you apply them to someone like Fleur, who isn’t used to nipple clamps, it would be extremely painful. When you let them come together, you need to allow the pressure to build up slowly.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Don’t worry for the moment, Vag can take it, just be more careful when you put the second one on, and to remind you of your mistake, let me put some weights on the chain of yours.”

Tanja put a small weight on the chain, which added more pressure to Zoë’s nipples, pulling them down. A few deep breaths helped to settle her again.

Turning back to Fleur after the Zoë intermezzo, Tanja picked up the riding crop again and began hitting the clothes pins which adorned Fleur’s nipples, which resulted in some moaning and the occasional pussy juice drip on the floor from the latter. Tanja mentioned that the cleaners would have their work cut out by the time they had finished.

“I wouldn’t worry if I were you, Tanja, the stories I’ve heard from the cleaning crew during previous cruises for this particular cabin would make your hair stand on end.”

“Oh, please do tell, I’m curious about what people may be up to on a cruise ship.”

“One of the main things they find is lost clothing, and I’m not talking about dresses or suits, but more about underwear, the second article that is found numerous times is condoms.”

“At least the occupants have safe sex, then.”

“Sometimes they do, yes, especially when they have a European porn film crew on board.”

“I had no idea that they shoot porn movies on board.”

“On board and on the tropical islands they visit. One of the cleaning ladies once told me about this film crew they had on board who filmed almost everywhere, the lifeboats, the theater, the pool, and the Jacuzzi. At least they had the decency to do it in the middle of the night when no one was around. They even asked the captain if they could film a sequence on the bridge.”

“Hey, girls, we are getting away from our agreed-upon goal to introduce you to the fun world of BDSM.”

“Yes, I must admit it is exciting to give another person complete control over your body, but I’m not so sure about the pain stuff,” Zoë replied.

“Oh, but we can do other things which don’t cause pain that might appeal more to you, would you care to venture that way?”

“I might, what about you, Fleur?”

“I only experienced the clothespin's nipple clamps and that was exciting, it made my pussy throb due to the jolts of pain I felt, so maybe I’ll try some harder stuff if you have it Tanja?”

”Can be done,” she replied, “so maybe I’ll let Vag play a bit with Zoë using the softer touch while I concentrate on you?”

“Oh yes, I’d love to play with Vag,” Zoë replied.

“No, no, it will be Vag playing with you, she’ll tie you up completely and have her way with your body in ways you have never experienced before, I can promise you. How about we split up? I saw you have two bedrooms, why don’t we each take a separate one?”

“Oh yes, the soft room and the hard room,” shouted Fleur while clapping her hands like a teenager about to meet her favorite singer for the first time in person.

But before they moved, Tanja took a look at her watch, realized it was almost midnight, and put up her hands to stop proceedings.

“It’s almost midnight, girls, and tomorrow we will arrive at our first port of call, Ponta Delgada in the Azores. I don’t know about you, but we have booked a couple of excursions, so it’s going to be a tiring day.”

“Oh God, yes, that’s true, I completely forgot. We’ve got excursions booked as well, and if I remember correctly, we even have an early start, so maybe we'd better postpone our games to another night; there is one more day at sea after the Azores before we hit Funchal in Madeira.”

“Would you like to stay the night or return to your own cabin?” Zoë wanted to know.

“Maybe we'd better go back to ours, as I guess if we stay here we won’t get much shut-eye.”

“You might be right there, Tanja; I’d love to have a go at your gorgeous body.”

“Same here, dear, so let’s be sensible and split, knowing that some more fun awaits us in the near future.”

After these wise words, Tanja and Vag took their leave and returned to their own smaller, but also very cozy stateroom to get the rest they needed to tackle the next day’s adventures in the Azores. The cruise line had an abundant choice of things to do and see at the next port of call, like the village of Sete Cidades combined with a wine-tasting tour. This was a short one, leaving early in the morning, which took them to the crater lakes, but the one that had attracted the girls most was a tour to the Furnas Valley - the name was filled with adventurous promise.