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Island Pleasures part 3
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Island Pleasures
By T. Picciani
Part 3: The Journey.
Ally awoke the next morning feeling wonderful. After she
showered and had breakfast she took out the envelope filled
with papers. First and most important was the doctor
appointment. She called the doctor and set up the appointment
for that afternoon.
Ally went to the doctor and was examined. The doctor
performed various tests. Blood was drawn. It was a complete,
but normal physical exam. Ally then had to sign a paper
releasing the test results to Mr. Davis' organization.
Over the next week Ally followed the instructions that were
listed in the information packet. She bought a pink, strapless
bikini at a fancy little store in downtown L. A. She had five sets
of house keys made as instructed. These she gave to the
security agency when a representative came to her door. He
also took the valuables, jewelry and a few personal items that
she wanted protected. She included the jewelry that Alex had
given her as well. She set up a post office box for her mail and
stopped the newspaper. Alex's organization would take care of
all bills. Everything was ready by Thursday when she received a
phone call from Alex. "The test results are in. Everything is
fine. How are you holding up? Is everything ready?" he asked.
"Everything is set. I've followed all the instructions on the
paper. I'm glad to hear that the medical tests were OK," she
said. "Remember Ally, on Sunday put your hair in a bun, wear
no make-up, no jewelry, and no shoes. Also remember to fast
from midnight Saturday evening until I pick you up Sunday
afternoon," Alex reminded Ally. "I know. I read it in the
instructions."
"Good, then I'll see you on Sunday," he said, "Bye."
Saturday night came and went. Ally was restless for most of
the the night, but did doze off around 3:00 A.M. Finally she
awoke in a groggy state at 11:00 A.M. Alex would be here in less
than an hour. She quickly showered and fixed her hair. She
pulled the hair into a tight bun and held it in place with some
bobby pins. Next she put on the bikini. She waited.
At precisely noon a knock was heard at the door. It was Alex.
He was carrying a shoe box. "Ready?" he asked. Ally took a
deep breath. "Ready," she affirmed. "Good, these are for you." He
handed the box to Ally. "Put them on and lock the ankle straps
into place." She took the box to the couch, sat down and put the
shoes on. They were the six-inch pink spikes that Susan had
found in the basement a week earlier. She then stood and tried
to get a feel for the new shoes. "Excellent," Alex said, "shall we
go?"
Alex and Ally left the house together. Alex made sure to lock
the door behind them. Then he walked around the house and
checked all doors and windows to make sure they were locked
as well. Alex then led Ally to the Rolls parked outside. Charles
was driving again. Alex helped Ally into the car and stepped in
after her. Charles put the car in gear and they were off. As
they drove to the yacht Alex reminded Ally, "Remember, at
12:01 tomorrow morning you run out of options. I'll ask you if
you want to continue at midnight tonight. If you do, you accept
the life that will be defined for you by me. Only I have the
power to release you after that point. Otherwise, you become a
slave until I say otherwise. Understand?" he asked.
"Completely," she said.
"Remember, up to that point you can cancel all of this and I
will order the yacht turned around and I'll take you home. Just
say you want to quit, or use the SOS signal if you're unable to
talk. OK?" he asked.
"I understand. I won't back down, Alex. Trust me," she said
with confidence.
"Excellent!" he said. Ally snuggled up to Alex and he put his
big muscular arm around her. They drove on.
About an hour later they arrived at the yacht. The 'Pursuit
of Happiness' was a big yacht, measuring one hundred and
twenty-five feet from stem to stern and fifty feet across at the
beam. Ally thought it looked like a miniature ocean liner
without the smoke stacks.
Alex stepped out of the car and then helped Ally. He led her
to the yacht, which was moored at Alex's private dock. As he
led Ally to the yacht he warned her to be careful of the gaps
between the planks. Her heels might get stuck in one. She
carefully stepped onto the stern of the yacht. Alex led her
below decks.
Upon reaching the bottom of the steps Alex turned to Ally.
"Please drop to your hands and knees Ally. I want you to crawl
for me. Don't stand up again unless I give you permission," he
ordered. " You may actually find it easier to move around on
the boat by crawling, especially once we hit open water. Those
heels will be difficult to walk in when the boat starts to rock."
Ally immediately dropped to her knees. Soft pile carpet covered
the floor, obviously so her knees would not be harmed when she
crawled. "Follow me," he said. He walked toward the bow of the
boat, with Ally following close behind on her hands and knees.
When he got to the forward most cabin he opened the door.
"Inside," he said as he gestured with his arm. She crawled
through the door and Alex followed her in.
Inside, she found a room with various pieces of furniture, a
couch, some chairs, tables, etc. Alex led Ally to the table. "Sit
back on your heels, Ally," he said. She did so and waited for
Alex's next command. Alex then took a small paper cup and
handed it to Ally. Inside was a single pill. Alex then took a
pitcher of water and filled a tall glass with it. "This is the
laxative. Wash it down with the water. Try to drink the entire
glass please," he said. Ally popped the pill into her mouth and
drank the water. She was able to empty the glass as instructed.
"Good. In about fifteen minutes the pill will begin to take
effect. You'll have a great need to empty your bowels. The
bathroom is through that door. Stand up Ally," he said.
She stood. He looked at her for a moment and then took a
leather collar that was sitting on the table and put it around
Ally's neck. Ally's head was lifted high again as it was a week
ago. The collar had a standard type of belt buckle, but the spike
of the buckle had a loop on the end that fit into a recess in the
buckle. When the buckle was closed, Alex took a gold colored
socket head screw and ran it into the buckle. The screw went
through the buckle, capturing the loop on the end of the spike.
He then took an Allen wrench and screwed the cap screw into
the buckle, the head fitting into a recess. Thus the screw could
not be removed by hand. Only a wrench of the same type could
remove the screw and thus allow the collar to be removed. The
buckle was placed behind Ally's left ear. On the front, back and
both sides of the collar were embossed, gold plates with a heavy
metal ring attached. On the front plate was also an inscription.
"ALLY" was all it said. Alex then placed leather bracelets, with
similar gold plates and rings on Ally's wrists and secured these
as well with Allen screws.
"I'm going to leave you now. You'll be needing the bathroom
quite a bit for the next couple of hours. That's perfectly normal.
I need you empty before we depart. OK?" he said. "I'll be back
every hour to verify that you drink a full glass of water and
make sure you don't dehydrate yourself."
At that point Ally bolted for the bathroom. Alex smiled and
left. Over the next three hours Alex checked in on Ally on the
hour. At 4 P.M. Alex said they were ready to depart. The crew
released the yacht from its mooring and it made its way into the
open waters of the Pacific. The sea was as smooth as a lake. A
high pressure center was positioned just offshore of Los Angeles
and there was little if any wind. The yacht proceeded on its
journey.
Ally was surprised at how smooth the seas were. As the
yacht left the harbor she could hear the engines increase in
their roar. The cabin was insulated in a sound deadening
material so they weren't loud at all.
Ally had been on a boat only twice before. Once when she
was ten, her father took her on a fishing trip. She reminisced
about how she wouldn't touch the 'little fishy' when her dad
said to place it on the hook. Her dad had to bait the hook with
the minnow. She remembered how excited she was when she
caught her first fish. "I got one! I got one!" she remembered
screaming. She repeated the feat 17 more times in the next four
hours, thoroughly embarrassing her father. "Nice job,
pumpkin," she remembered him saying with a huge smile. He
only caught 3 fish all day! She smiled when she thought of him.
Several years later Ally returned to the sea. Only this time it
was for the task of spreading her father's ashes over the sea. A
small buoy was placed at the spot. She wiped a tear from her
eye.
Shortly after the yacht was into the Pacific, Alex went into
Ally's cabin. "Please remove your bikini, top and bottom, Ally,"
he ordered. She removed her top and bottom revealing the
same beautiful naked body that Alex had seen a week earlier.
"Are your bowel movements clear yet?" he asked her. "Yes," she
said. "Good. Now, get on your knees again but sit up. I want to
show you something," he said. She dropped her knees to the
carpet and looked up at him. "First, your hands may be placed
in only one of two positions. Either both hands are to be on the
floor for crawling purposes or they are to be behind your head.
Please clasp your hands behind your head," he ordered. She did
as she was told, feeling her breasts being pulled upward as she
interlaced her fingers behind her neck. "Excellent. Now your
knees; spread them wide so I can see between them," he
ordered. She spread her knees wide apart. "Whenever you stop
crawling you are to place yourself in this position without being
told. Either you will be crawling or on display as you are now.
There are no exceptions. Understand?" he asked her. "Yes," she
responded. "No, Ally. Yes, master. From this time forward you
will call any male who has control over you master, and of
course any female mistress. Understand?" he again asked. "Yes,
master," she replied. "Good, now follow me," he commanded.
Ally followed Alex. He led her into the bathroom.
Alex made Ally kneel in front of a full-length wall mirror.
She assumed the position Alex had taught her earlier. "This
mirror is two way. Behind it is a video camera that has its
output channeled into my private quarters. I want you to stay
as you are until I return. You are to break from this position
only if you need to use the toilet. Afterwards you are to return
to your knees as you are now. I'll be back each hour to check on
you. Also at this point, you will not be given any more water. I
now need your bodily functions to return to normal."
Alex left Ally kneeling in front of the mirror and went to his
cabin across the hall. He approached a fifty inch projection TV
and turned it on. Immediately it showed an image of Ally's
beautiful body. He went to a black leather, cushioned lounge
chair. He sat back and observed Ally's figure on display in front
of him. She looked beautiful. He knew that Ally was seeing
essentially the same picture.
Ally knelt in front of the mirror. She could see every inch of
her body in the reflection. She observed the collar and could
see the engraved lettering above the ring that was attached at
her throat. She could also see her breasts and her sex. She
liked what she saw and tried to improve her pose. She knew
that Alex would be watching and she wanted to look as
beautiful as possible for him.
Over the next four hours she knelt before the mirror almost
continuously, rising only to empty her bowels. Afterwards, she
would immediately return to the mirror. She returned to a
kneeling position, hands behind her head and knees spread
wide.
Each hour or so Alex would enter the bathroom and check on
her. Each time, she addressed him as 'master' and said that she
was fine. Alex would then return to his chambers and watch
Ally on the big screen TV.
It was now 8:00 P.M. They had been at sea for four hours.
Ally's bowel movements had for the most part stopped. Alex
had discovered this by watching the TV as well as asking Ally
each time he checked on her. It was time.
Alex picked up the 'toys' he had kept in his room. He went
into Ally's room and placed these items on table. He then went
into the bathroom. "Follow me Ally," he said. Ally twisted
around and crawled out of the bathroom behind Alex. Alex led
her to the table. When she stopped, she immediately assumed
the kneeling position as before.
"Time to install the plugs, Ally. Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes master," she said. He first took the 'T' shaped bit, similar to
the one used in the basement. This one however was made from
one piece of steel, again wrapped in leather. "Your hands are in
the way. Clasp them behind your back," he ordered. She
removed her hands from her neck and puts them behind her
back. "Open wide, Ally," he said. She opened her mouth and
allowed Alex to insert the bit into her mouth. He then pulled
the strap around the back of her head and buckled it in place.
The butt end of the phallus stuck out of her mouth about six
inches and had a ring attached as before. Then he grabbed a
leather harness. He pulled this down over her head and began
fastening several straps. She could feel the straps pulling her
skin and scalp taut. Straps went across her forehead, along the
bridge of her nose, and under her chin. A series of other straps
and belts attached to these forming a web over her entire head.
Next he took the sex-plug. He took some grease and smeared
it onto the phallus and inserted it. Ally groaned slightly. He
then turned the ring while pressing the plate tight to Ally's sex.
"Bend over, Ally, and place your hands behind your head again,"
he ordered. Ally leaned forward, placing her hands on her
head. Alex bent down and helped Ally into the proper position.
He placed her head on the floor. The collar prevented her from
turning her head and she had to prop her head on the end of the
phallus extending from her mouth. This exposed her ass. He
spread her legs and grabbed the last plug. He greased this
phallus and inserted it. Again he turned the ring while he
pressed the egg shaped plate against the crack in between her
cheeks. He inserted the end of a blonde colored pony tail into
the socket in the egg. It hung loosely between her legs. He then
had her sit up. He took the ring on each wrist cuff and attached
it to the side rings of Ally's collar. Now she had to keep her
hands behind her head.
Alex helped Ally to her feet. The motion of the sea caught
her off guard and she nearly fell. Alex grabbed her and steadied
her until she got used to the motion of the sea. The motion of
the yacht was hardly noticeable but it was definitely greater
than before. When Ally had regained her balance Alex grabbed
the ring on her rear. "Now you march, Ally. Back into the
bathroom," Alex ordered. Ally lifted her knees and set them
down smartly as she did just one week ago. She marched with
head held high into the bathroom and back in front of the
mirror. Alex had her kneel again in the same position. Only
this time Alex took a piece of chain, and attached Ally's
sex-plug to a ring on the floor. She was held fast to the floor.
"I'll be back in a little while. Are you OK?" he asked.
"Arrgggh," she grunted.
Alex left Ally as she was in front of the mirror. Ally could
now see what her new decorations looked like. She was gagged
and plugged and under the total control of her master. She
couldn't break free even if she wanted to. She asked herself if
she wanted to. She realized she didn't. In fact she actually
enjoyed the treatment she was being given and craved for more.
Alex returned to his room and looked at Ally's newly
decorated body on the TV. She looked wonderful. He poured
himself a small glass of wine and sat in the lounge chair. He
watched Ally squirm and try to get comfortable within her
bonds. Her every move excited him. He began to get hard but
controlled himself. This was most difficult, especially since Ally
was so beautiful when she was bound. He let an hour pass as he
watched her. It was now 9:00 P.M.
Alex picked up a few more items from his cabin and returned
to Ally. She was obviously beginning to get tired. He could see
her trying to maintain her balance and her body was tense.
Alex unhooked the chain from the floor and helped Ally to her
feet. Her knees were a bit wobbly. Alex took hold of the ring
mounted in Ally's rear again and pulled her upright. "March,"
he ordered. Ally lifted her knees again and allowed Alex to lead
her to the table. Alex then took two large nipple clips and
attached them to Ally's breasts. These were of an unusual
design. They were two inches in diameter, cone shaped, and
had a ring on the end. The ring was attached to a spring loaded
rod which in turn was attached to a clam shaped clamp.
Pressing the ring into the device opened the clamp. Alex did
this and attached it to Ally's right nipple. When he released the
ring, the clamp receded inside the cone pulling the nipple
inside. The nipple was under constant tension and this pulled
the cone tight up against the breast. Ally groaned when Alex
released the ring. He tested it to make sure it was on securely.
It was. He repeated the process with Ally's other nipple.
Next Alex unhooked Ally's hands and placed them behind her
back. Alex then connected the rings on the leather cuffs. Alex
then took a pair of chains and attached one to each nipple
clamp. He ran the chains down through the ring on Ally's sex,
between her legs, through the ring in Ally's rear, and secured it
to the rear ring of her collar. He pulled the chains tight so that
Ally's breasts would be stretched. Alex then attached gold, tear
shaped bells to Ally's nipple clamps and a larger one to the ring
between her legs. He tapped each of these and they made a
delicious ringing noise. He then attached earrings of the same
design to Ally's ears. Finally he took from his pocket a pair of
leashes made of gold colored chain with leather handles. He
clipped these to Ally's nipple rings as well. He stepped back and
looked at his work. He liked what he saw.
Alex then led Ally to the center of the room. Attached to the
ceiling was a chain that ran through a pulley and to the wall.
Alex unhooked the chain from the wall and pulled the other end
down. He attached this to Ally's bit. He then pulled the chain
until Ally was standing straight up but had both heels planted.
He secured the chain to the wall. "It's 9:30 now. I'll be back in
half an hour to check on you. The next thing I'm going to do is
use a paddle on your lovely ass. Do you still want to continue?"
he asked.
"Arrgggh," she grunted. With that Alex went back to his
cabin.
Ally stood there with her head held high by the chain. She
felt the motion of the boat and each wave that rolled the boat
made her move her feet. When she did, most of her weight
pulled on the gag. She felt the strap on the back of her neck
pull tight until she regained her footing. This continued for
over half an hour. She could see a clock on the wall. 10:00
came and went. Where was he?
Alex decided to take a shower before returning to Ally. By
the time he was done it was 10:10 P.M. He went into Ally's room
to find her hanging quietly. "Are you ready?" he asked her.
"Arrgggh," was the reply.
Alex was now carrying a leather clad paddle about a foot
long by three inches wide. He pressed the paddle against Ally's
left buttocks then took aim and delivered a solid whack.
"Arrggh," grunted Ally. Ally's left cheek turned bright red. Alex
repeated the process on the right cheek.
"Now Ally, I'm going to spank you while you march. Lift your
knees high and plant them firmly. Now, march," he
commanded. Ally began pumping her knees up and down. Alex
continued to hit Ally's ass with the paddle, first one cheek then
the other. Ally grunted with each whack She did all she could
to keep her knees high. Alex occasionally had to remind her.
"Lift your knees, Ally," he would command as he continued to
strike. He watched her breasts bob up and down and the tail
wag back and forth. She looked stunning in her pose. As he
struck her backside he had to be careful not to hit the egg
sticking out of her rear. The strokes were placed almost but not
quite on Ally's hip to avoid this. Alex continued to apply the
paddle for a good fifteen minutes. Ally was visibly shaken.
Tears ran down from her eyes and she was obviously crying
behind her gag.
Alex unhooked the chain from Ally's bit and she immediately
collapsed into his arms. Alex held her and ran his hands over
her head, petting the straps and her hair at the same time. He
took a handkerchief and dabbed at her tears. She had stopped
crying but she was breathing heavily. "Are you OK, Ally? Do
you want to go on?" he asked. "Arrgggh," she grunted. He
couldn't believe it. How could she take all this having no
experience in discipline type games?
He carried her over to the couch and laid her, face down
across the arm of the sofa. He let her feet hang to the floor. He
sat on the sofa and put Ally's head in his lap. Of course she
couldn't turn her head so her chin was pressed into the bulge of
Alex's pants. He petted her and ran his hands all over her body.
Her breathing slowed dramatically.
Alex allowed her to relax until around 11:00 P.M.. At that
point he took hold of the leashes that were attached to Ally's
breasts and lifted her upright. Alex led her to the table where
there were only two items left, a riding crop and a
cat-o-nine-tails. "Do I have permission to use these on you,
Ally?" he asked her. "Arrrgggh," she grunted. "Good. Then
would you be so kind as to lean over the table and present me
with your bottom?" he asked. She leaned over the table and
waited. Alex took the cat and tested it out by swinging it
through the air. Then Ally felt the first blow. Slap! The cat
struck Ally in the right cheek. Slap! The left thigh was hit.
Slap, slap, slap, Ally's backside was struck many times. Then
Alex stopped. "Stay here Ally. I'll be back in ten minutes. Alex
checked his watch. 11:30. "Good, we're right on schedule," he
thought. Alex went back to his cabin, sat down and relaxed for
ten minutes. The critical point was almost here.
Alex returned to Ally, who was still bent over the table. He
picked up the riding crop. "This is the most painful type of whip
we use. I'm going to whip you until five minutes till midnight.
At that point I'll stop, take out your gag and ask you to tell me
what you want to do, become a slave or turn around and go
home. I know you said that you wouldn't back down, but this is
going to be a real test for you. Think carefully before you make
your final decision, OK?" he said. "Arrggh," she grunted. Alex
began striking Ally's ass. Ally's groans were the loudest she
ever made. Each blow made a red welt on her ass and thighs.
Alex kept beating her until five minutes till midnight. Ally was
practically screaming behind the gag. Tears were running
down her face. Then the beating stopped.
Alex lifted Ally upright. Her knees were a bit wobbly. She
was breathing heavily and sobbing slightly behind the gag.
Alex unbuckled the strap that held the gag in place, then pulled
the strap through the harness, which, since the harness had
been put on after the bit, had trapped the strap against Ally's
face. Alex removed the gag. He massaged Ally's jaw a bit. It
was precisely midnight.
"So, what do you want to do Ally?" he asked. Ally took a few
deep breaths. The pain from her rear was intense and
distracting. "I need to know. What do you want to do?" he
demanded. "I want to go on to the island. I want to be taken
care of. I want to serve. I want to be a slave," she finally said.
"Are you absolutely sure? There won't be any reprieve you
understand?" he said. "I'm absolutely, positively sure," she
affirmed. Her voice was wavering from the pain of her
whipping, but her voice was filled with confidence. "Very well,
I hereby welcome you as my newest slave," he said. Alex then
bent forward and kissed Ally full on the mouth. Their tongues
mingled. Ally felt as though he was devouring her whole. Alex
wrapped his arms around her. "I knew you could do it my love,"
he said.
"I told you I wouldn't fail you, master," she said with a smile.
He realized she added the word 'master' as a sign of total
submission. He squeezed her even tighter in his strong arms.
Alex held her and kissed her for several minutes. Then
Alex said, "It's time for another lesson, Ally."
"Yes master," Ally said, "I'm ready and willing to learn." Alex
then forced Ally down on her knees. "Open your mouth," he said.
"A slave always has her mouth open if it isn't plugged. Now,
keep your mouth open Ally," Alex said. Ally opened her mouth
and kept it open. "Good, now you have to remember to open
your mouth after you are done speaking. Understand?" he
asked. "Yes master," she said. After saying this, Ally closed her
mouth. "No Ally, you didn't open your mouth again after you
said 'Yes master.' Open your mouth now, Ally," Alex
commanded. Ally opened her mouth again and tried to
concentrate on keeping it open. "Now, are you going to keep
that mouth open, Ally?" he asked. "Yes master," she said.
Immediately afterwards she opened her mouth again.
"Excellent, that's what I wanted to see. You'll need to
concentrate on keeping your mouth open to whoever wishes to
use it. Now I think we're done with your mouth for now," Alex
said. After saying this, Alex took the bit and re-inserted the
phallus end into Ally's mouth. He fastened the buckle securely.
Then Alex grabbed the leashes and pulled Ally to her feet. She
groaned, "Arrggh."
The leashes were about six feet long. Alex ran the chains
through Ally's legs and put just a little tension on them. Alex
then picked up the riding crop in his right hand as he
transferred the leashes to his left. He gave the leashes a little
tug. "Arrggh," Ally grunted. "Now Ally, we're going to teach you
how to respond to leash commands. When I tug once, you are to
start marching in place. Two tugs mean to stop. Once you are
marching in place I am going to drive you with the riding crop.
I'll just give you a slap every now and then. As you march, I'll
direct you by pulling the chain against the inside of either thigh
when I want you to change directions. At some point in the
future you will be required to march blindfolded. The chain
will be the only means of direction you will have. Now let's try
it," Alex said.
Alex gave one good yank on the leashed. Ally started
marching in place, with knees lifted high. Alex enjoyed seeing
the tail wag as before. Slap, Alex lowered the riding crop onto
Ally's behind. She started to move forward. Alex kept just a
tiny bit of tension on the leashes. Then he pulled the leashes
hard to the right and the chains pulled against Ally's right inner
thigh. She turned to the right as she marched until Alex let up
on the tension. Then he repeated the process on the left side.
The cabin wasn't very large but Alex was able, nonetheless, to
give Ally the idea. Alex gave two quick tugs and Ally froze.
"Wonderful Ally, You did magnificent. I want you to
remember what you just learned. You will be made to march
very often in this manner when you land. I think you'll make a
lovely pony," he said.
"Pony?" thought Ally. "That's right he did say I'd be living
the life of a pony. I guess I can live with it. I do love him so!"
she thought. She lifted her head up higher and arched her
back. Alex saw this. "Yes, you do look so lovely, my dear," he
said.
Using the same leash commands, Alex led Ally through the
door and into his own cabin. She marched as he had instructed
and received several cracks from the crop as she went. When
they entered the cabin Ally's eyes became transfixed on a gold
cage. The cage was seven feet long and two feet high. Alex led
her over to it. Alex then unhooked the two padlocks that were
hanging in the latches and opened the top. The lid was in two
parts with a latch for each. It opened somewhat like a coffin.
The bars were gold plated steel and were a half inch thick. On
the bottom was a two inch thick mattress.
Alex unhooked Ally's hands from behind her and attached
them again to the side rings on her collar. He also removed the
nipple clamps, chains and leashes. Then he told her to step into
the cage and lie down on her back. This she did with great
difficulty because of all the ornaments she was wearing. She
discovered that the padding near her buttocks had a hole in it
to allow for the egg on her rear. When she finally was prone,
Alex closed and locked the lids. The padlocks closed with a
distinct click. She was caged like an animal. "Try and get some
sleep. You've been through quite a lot today. You have a long
day ahead tomorrow."
Ally lay on her back staring at the bars over her head. She
closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She was exhausted. "Now I'm
his," she thought. Fear crept in as she tried to sleep. She had
surrendered her body to him. Every part of her was his. The
thought of futility held her fear in check. What good was it to
be afraid? She had to do as she was told. He had bound her and
decorated her so she had no choice. And without choice there
was no need for fear. He said she would not be permanently
harmed. Her backside still burned from the crop but the
burning excited her. All this she took in as blackness crept into
her mind. Ally finally dozed off into a wonderful dream.
After Ally was placed in her cage, Alex dimmed the lights.
The switch had a dimmer. He just lowered the lights enough so
that he could see her. He left them dim enough, however, so
that she wouldn't be kept awake by them. He stared at her for
the longest time before leaving the cabin.
Alex then went up to the bridge. On the bridge were the
captain and his mate. The captain's name was William
Sternhaus and he was assisted by his mate, a Mr. Jim Engleside.
"So, how is it going gentlemen?" Alex inquired.
"I'm afraid not as well as expected sir," the captain said.
"What's wrong?" Alex asked.
"Mr. Engleside will explain," said the captain.
"Sir, I'm afraid we're not making as much headway as we
usually do. We are unfortunately running into a fifteen knot
breeze and it's pushing the tide against us. Weather reports
show no major storms in our path however. The seas shouldn't
get much worse than they are now, by the way. The bottom line
is we will land two hours later than expected," said Mr.
Engleside.
"Very well. If you haven't done so, please radio ahead and
inform the island harbor master of the delay. I will be in my
cabin. Inform me of any other changes," said Alex.
"The island harbor master has already been informed. I will
wake you should anything unusual arise," stated Mr. Engleside.
"Thank you gentlemen," Alex said. Alex turned and left.
Alex returned to his cabin and slowly opened the door.
Ally was sound asleep. Good, he thought. She could use the
sleep. "I think I'll let her sleep the extra two hours. Let's see, I
need two hours to prepare her for the landing." Alex went over
to a night stand and set an alarm clock for 8:00 A.M. He then
slipped off his clothes and sacked out. From where he was he
could see Ally's cage. She looked so peaceful and beautiful lying
there. He dozed off quickly with Ally's vision on his mind and a
smile on his face.
Around 6:00 A.M. Alex awoke with a start. Ally was
grunting and groaning and making all kinds of noise. She was
trying to shake the cage in any way she could. Alex rushed over
to Ally and quickly unlocked her cage. He was obviously
worried. If she got seasick she could drown in her own vomit.
Alex quickly unbuckled the gag and removed it.
"What's wrong Ally?" he asked.
"I'm scared!" she cried.
Alex helped her to a sitting position and took her over to the
bed. He had Ally sit on his lap and wiped her tears. "It's OK
honey. That's a perfectly normal reaction. You're finally
realizing that you are no longer free. You will get used to it.
Trust me." Ally tried as best as she could to bury her face in
Alex's shoulder. With her hands locked to the sides of her neck
this was quite difficult. Alex tried to comfort her.
Alex took a handkerchief and wiped any remaining tears
from her face. Then he wiped her nose. He ran his hand
through her hair. "To hell with rule number one," he thought. "I
love this girl and nothing will ever stop that."
Alex held Ally in his arms until she regained her
composure. Then he reached for the gag and was about to
replace it. Ally spoke, "Please master, could that wait for a
little while? My jaw is so sore." Alex looked at her. "Normally I
wouldn't do this but OK. You tell me when you're ready for it."
Alex began rubbing his fingers along Ally's jaw. She
moaned softly as he worked the circulation back into her
cheeks. But touch is a strange thing. Alex couldn't help
noticing Ally's soft, wonderful skin. His massaging became a
gentle caress. He moved his fingers from her jaw to her
forehead and then to her cheeks again. Then he began touching
other parts of her. He felt the smooth collar with its plates and
rings, and the skin under her chin. He moved his hands lower.
His touch became ever so delicate. He was barely touching her.
He ran his hands into Ally's cleavage. Then she felt him
running his hands around her lovely breasts. "Oh, how
wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Shhh," he said, "Slaves don't talk,
remember?"
"I'm sorry, master," she apologized. "That's OK honey," he
said. Alex continued to run his fingers over her breasts. He
gently would lift them slightly as his fingers went under them.
Ally's breathing increased. Alex noticed this and looked into
her eyes. Oh, what beautiful eyes. His gaze wandered down to
her lips and all at once he found her lips firmly planted on his.
He pulled her closer to him, pressing her body with her lovely
breasts against his. Their tongues mingled together. The kiss
went on for what seemed like a thousand lifetimes. Alex and
Ally floated in a world full of nothing but ecstacy, their wildest
dreams were now reality.
They kissed and kissed. Finally, Alex gave Ally a final peck
on the lips. Ally knew they were done kissing. "I'm ready
master," she said, "I'm ready for the gag." Alex was impressed by
Ally's submission. He put the gag into her mouth again and
buckled it tight.
"OK?" he asked. "Arrggh," she grunted. "Let's see. It's 7
A.M. now. Before I forget, we've run into some unexpected
oncoming currents and it's going to take an extra two hours to
get to the island. Nothing to worry about though. Our e.t.a. is
now 10:00 A.M. I'm going to let you relax for another hour
before I finish preparing you for your arrival. Lie face up on
the bed, Ally."
Ally stood and leaned over the bed. Alex helped her onto
the bed and then climbed in next to her. Ally could feel the boat
gently rock and it added an extra factor to the atmosphere. All
Alex could do was stare at her. He picked up the touching of
her body where he stopped earlier. He now moved his hands
even lower on her body. He caressed her abdomen, gently
probing her belly button.
He moved his hands lower and touched the plate on her sex.
He ran his fingers all over the ornamental carvings and the
ring. Ally began groaning again.
The alarm buzzed. Was it really 8 o'clock? Alex turned off
the alarm. "Time to get you ready." Alex helped Ally out of the
bed and had her stand. The boat was moving too much and she
fell back on the bed. "OK, just sit there. It's obvious that the
boat's rocking too much for you to stand in those heels."
Alex went for the last of his 'toys. Alex got an idea. He
unhooked Ally's hands and took her over to the door. With the
door open he had Ally grab the door jambs and steady herself so
he could work. First, he wrapped the corset around her body
and began hooking it. The corset was made of black leather
with half cups. It was strapless. At several places there were
metal rings attached. There were garter straps at the bottom
also.
Ally felt the corset pull tight. She stood in the doorway
steadying herself with her hands. It was difficult in the 6 inch
heels but she managed. When Alex began to put his weight into
the stays, she braced herself and helped him apply pressure to
the laces. The heavy boning made her waist much smaller and
lifted her breasts high.
Alex took her hand and led her back to the bed. Alex then
took out a key and removed her heels. "Wait here." He went to
the closet and took out a pair of black leather hip boots. The
boots had 6 inch heels also. He placed the boots on Ally's legs.
There was a zipper along the outside of each boot and he zipped
each one up to her hip. The kid leather felt like a new skin to
her. Ally could feel a padding at the front of the knees but it
was tapered so as not to be evident from the outside. Alex
finally connected the garters. Each of the buckles where both
the garters and zippers were connected had a small keyhole.
The ends of zipper and garters looked like miniature seat belt
connectors. Only a key could remove them.
Alex turned his attention to her nipples. He attached the
clamps again. They were again firmly attached. He checked for
damage or bruising, and except for a bit of reddening, there was
none. "Good," he thought. He took the leashes and reattached
them to her nipple decorations. He decided to leave the other
chain off. His thoughts were that the chains just didn't look
right with the corset.
"On your knees, girl," he commanded. Ally got off the bed and
couldn't help but land on her knees. The boat was pitching in
three foot seas now, She dropped to her knees more because of
the rocking deck than from her own volition. Alex took the last
item, a blindfold. Ally balked. She started groaning franticly
and held up her hands in an attempt to stop him. "Put your
hands down! Don't make me use force." She dropped her hands.
He could see tears start to flow. "It'll be OK." She raised her
head and pushed her face toward the blindfold in an act of
submission. The black leather blindfold was applied. It had
two bulges on the inside that gently pressed against the eyelids,
thus preventing Ally from looking out the bottom of the
blindfold. "Follow me."
Alex took the leashes and pulled Ally along. He led her up
the stairs at the stern and brought her up on deck. The sun had
been up an hour or so. Alex could see the island in the distance.
"Kneel up Ally. I can see the island. We'll be landing shortly."
Ally took up the position. She placed her hands behind her
head and spread her knees wide. Alex saw this then continued,
"I expect you to behave as I've taught you. You'll be marching
blind. Remember the leash commands. Do as you were taught.
When you are not marching you are to stand perfectly still with
your chin raised in tribute. And don't let the leashes go slack!"
Ally groaned to acknowledge his commands. She was now
totally under his control. The island was near. Oh, how she
wished she could see it. She could barely hear the surf
pounding over the engines' roar. She could smell the sea.
Memories of her father returned. Thirty minutes later she
heard the engine noise reduce. They were there....
So ends part 3. Part 4 will detail Ally's introduction to 'Island
Life.'
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