Part 25. A Pixie, Uni-cows, A Slut, And A Stray
Emma woke with her breathing shallow and a weight on her chest. No, more than her chest, it was on much of her body. She could feel wetness on and around parts of her breasts and chest, even something around her stomach area as it dripped off the side of her towards the bed. She could feel the ache throughout her body, likely from all the weight atop of her.
The weight didn’t count the slight discomfort from her rear hole. That was from the night before. Emma received a pretty thorough fucking from Zell while she did the same to the lucky winner of Nix’s choosing. The well-endowed shemale took the large strap on Emma used like a champ. Emma even returned the favor, taking a second anal cream pie from the guest. This happened as Emma taunted the purple-haired, bound pixie who got a close up view of the fun. Not that Emma gave her any choice. She further taunted her about making her eat her delicious cream pies from her well stretched hole. But Emma was nice and didn’t force the issue, though she left Nix bound while cleaning up and finishing up with Zell and Casey, the shemale guest.
Emma opened her eyes to the purple hair on her chest, “Are you drooling on me?”
A groggy sounding Nix responded, “Maybe, but pretty sure we are both leaking as well. My breasts feel so full. It feels odd, Goddess.”
Emma tried to shift forgetting that she was stuck under the bound form on top of her. Emma wasn’t bound in any restraints herself, she had Nix bound in the bed restraints at her wrists and ankles. It kept Nix on top tightly enough that neither of them were going anywhere until she was released.
“I really need to pee. You should probably release me soon or I may end up going on you.”
“That wouldn’t be the worst thing I have endured or am likely to endure. Probably better than the cum la… Did you just pee on me?” Emma was saying as she felt the warm liquid touch her flesh around her own chastity belt.
“It sounded like you didn’t mind, Goddess,” Nix said in a snarky tone.
“I should have made you eat the cream pies last night despite your begging.”
“That wasn’t necessary.”
“Clearly, I have been too nice. You need some real discipline and training. Brandy said you were a saintess and I should treat you with respect, but you two share some similarities.”
Nix gasped, “Are you calling me a brat?”
Emma called out to the room system to unlock Nix.
Covered in bodily fluids, some her own, much of it not, Emma quickly bound Nix’s arms behind her after they got up. Grabbing one of Nix’s nipple rings, Emma dragged Nix to the bathroom.
Nix’s legs were attached to the shower cuffs and partially lifted in the air. Her arms were still bound behind her back as she lay on the floor. Emma didn't start the water yet as she stood over the struggling, helpless woman.
“You weren’t the only one who needed to pee. And I definitely didn’t give you permission to do it on me. It is your turn now.”
“No, Goddess. Please don’t.”
“Well my mischievous pixie. Pixie Nixie.”
“Don…” Nix quickly shut her mouth as Emma started relieving herself.
Emma had held it in longer than she liked, but it was worth it to get the troublemaker’s reaction. She smiled at how wide Nix’s eyes got at the new name. It went over as well as when comparing her to Brandy.
Unfortunately for Emma, peeing out of the chastity belt wasn’t easy to aim. So she stood over her target, watching as it made its way towards her squirming target. She partially wished Nix would keep talking, but her mouth and eyes squeezed shut as the golden shower streamed down.
With Nix hanging upside down by her ankles soon after, Emma had let the woman struggle as she cleaned herself off. Her full breasts, slowly leaking, were extra sensitive as normal. It made Emma wonder what would happen once she stopped the injections. Would she miss it? Would she continue lactating if she did it long enough? Emma wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it, yet.
“Are you ready for me to clean you yet, Nixie?”
“Do you have to call me that?”
“No, I can come up with other things or maybe you just want to be called ‘brat’ as it invokes a visceral reaction. Do you not like Brandy?”
“Nothing like that,” Nix started to explain. They further talked as Emma washed Nix once she was done.
As they finished up, Emma said, “As part of your punishment, you will be my pixie, Nixie.”
“I swear that makes me sound like a prostitute.”
“Even better. You know I have one working for me here. I could pimp you both out. Brenda could probably use some competition.” Emma responded with a smirk.
This got the reaction Emma wanted. It was fun to tease Nix back for a change as Emma listened to her objections while goading further responses.
Once the showering and cleanup were over, the chime to the door was going off. Breakfast was served, of course it was one of the disgusting smoothies. It was enhanced with the facial expressions of Nix, who got the enjoyment of sharing in Emma’s diet once again.
With breakfast came Princess, who was “making sure my uni-cows are prepared to be corralled and properly milked today.”
“How are you doing?” Emma asked Unworthy. She looked tired and was clearly hiding her feelings. The woman still looked like she should be worshiped, which she had been for years. Things had changed drastically in under a week. Emma’s interactions weren’t the true cause of any of it. Still she felt a need to ensure the woman she really didn’t like when they first met was still doing okay. She likely had others to look after her as well. Their relationship had become complicated. Feelings and emotions in turmoil. They had been there with each other in their lowest moments on the ship so far. Each of them was there at those moments of true vulnerability and took care of each other. That at least earned respect and more knowledge that there was more to this woman. After all, she became Emma’s first worshiper after enduring significant humiliation for someone of her position on the ship from Emma.
“I'm fine, Goddess. I am busy with my usual duties. It would be easy to skip out on things like this, but I doubt she would let that happen. I would also be lying if part of me didn’t enjoy this deep down. I'm the first yet still the lowest of the low. It is my duty to serve and worship you when it doesn't conflict with my other duties,” Unworthy spoke with her head bowed and looking at the floor.
Emma didn’t reach for Unworthy’s chin like normal, she instead grabbed one of her nipples. She smiled at the squeal as she gave it a bit of a squeeze and a little twist. She knew Unworthy didn’t like pain much, so it wasn’t meant to be hard. It was to get her attention and keep her off balance.
Emma’s other hand slid over the chastity belt Unworthy wore, “Damn straight you serve and worship me if you ever want to earn the right to have this taken off. I'm your goddess as you decreed to everyone publicly. While I enjoy making you uncomfortable, I know things are tough at the moment and I have no desire to force you. If you show up, I expect my Unworthy to be prepared for everything I demand or throw at her. If that is too much, I understand that you won't be participating. I do like pushing you and others, but not at the expense of your health.”
She nodded to Emma, “I need to be here and want to be here. I'm doing this now because you want me to. It is part of an agreement and expectations of others, meaning that I am committed to serving your commands. I'm the lowest of the low. I feel like it lately and it feels like my proper place. I made my choice, Goddess. Deep down I do want this treatment from you more than I understand. I will please the guests this afternoon for you and then serve you tonight. I'm definitely interested in what happens tonight and how it goes.”
“Yes, you will be one of many if everyone shows. I am hoping I can make it memorable for each of you. I may have a surprise or two in store for it. You and the others will definitely be mine and there will be no escape until I am done. If you mope or not come with enough enthusiasm, I will keep you after the others are let go and torment you further. Though based on some of our recent adventures, I think you are more into it than you admit. I think you need a reminder of your place, Unworthy. On your hands and knees kissing your goddess’s feet as that is all you deserve now. I expect your former protege will be tormenting me momentarily, so I may as well enjoy your worship for a few moments,” Emma said and watched Unworthy drop and obey her command as she finished speaking.
Emma then took a moment to engage Kit, her second worshiper having her stand up.
Stroking the tiny, petite woman's cheek as she spoke, “How are you, my kitten?”
“I'm fine, Goddess.”
“Been playing baby kitten lately?”
Kit turned red with embarrassment, responding, “There are plans coming soon. I promised to explore options as you ordered.”
Emma stroked the hair on her head, “I'm glad to hear it. Any other exciting adventures?”
Kit had nodded even as Emma stroked her like a pet, “Yes Goddess. I have some things set up outside serving Princess. I will be back at the club to experience new duties. I have a… date of sorts with both Nana and Master Robert, separately of course. I plan to spend some time at the ranch. Though I'm really looking forward to being there with you, experiencing being other kinds of livestock. I am happy to be returning with you to be a uni-cow today, but we are separated during it, and it feels less like being with you. Though being an animal and treated as one is how we started.”
Emma smiled as she remembered their time in the cat pit together. It was basically how she was given her name by Emma. The memory was a pleasant one as was much of the day once she stepped out of the Uber at the port.
Kit continued, “There are other opportunities I am considering. I've had requests from people for various things. I don’t know them and I'm unsure, but Princess and others are helping me. They say they are doing the same with you when I had felt bad and tried to deny their help.”
Emma continued to stroke her hair, “It’s understandable. I struggled accepting their help, but they want all passengers including the two of us to have a pleasant and enjoyable experience. They can help make it easier to get what you want and find ways to access and enjoy it. I'm happy you are getting help and trying to find enjoyment. I know you desire more of my time, and we will do some more together.”
“Thank you, Goddess. You don’t have to.”
“I know, but I will. I promise.”
By the time everything was set, it was similar to the first time. Emma found herself wearing a collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs locked together by heavy chains. She wore her chastity belt as if there was any other option along with a corset and ballet boots. Her collar had a large bell attached to it. The furry cow print ears stuck up from her headband. A tail hung down from a belt between the back of her legs. Her phallic unicorn horn stood erect from the harness on her head.
Her fellow uni-cows were in similar attire and states of being. The difference was the addition of Nix this time, though her experience would be different. Nix was shocked to find she would be similarly decked out, especially the ballet boots. She moaned about not being able to walk in them, but that was irrelevant.
Emma followed Princess by the leash connected to her septum ring. It was truly their trademark between them these days. Emma was the only other one walking. She was better able to handle the ballet boots and desired the training of wearing and doing everything in them. The other three were on their hands and knees crawling. Kit and Nix similarly had septum rings which their leashes were attached to.
Unworthy was the odd one out in the piercing department. Her leash attached to her collar as she trailed her former servant. She had been the first to fall to the Goddess Emma persona despite her position as part owner of the cruise ship. Though there could be debate that Nix was the first, but all of that was a bit murky.
This felt different to Emma following Princess in her pants suit. She missed being led by the woman in a maid uniform. It was the same woman, but it felt different. The dynamic felt different. It was even more apparent as there was to be no flashy introduction while mounting Emma’s horn this time. Not that Princess didn’t have plenty to tease Emma about.
“Last night, I had one with real experience in how to pleasure a woman. She didn’t flail her tongue about haphazardly like you. I think I will add her to the running of being my personal handmaiden. She was clearly more refined and prepared than some unicorn.”
The group continued the trek to and through the ranch. There were ample activities still going on. Some Emma would like to watch and others she was hoping to experience at some point. The different activities and experiences of the various animals were broad and varied. Emma was about to get her second experience as a breeding hucow which was drastically different from her initial foray in the cat pit on opening night. She watched the pony girl as they went by and thought about the intensity of the training as one was a sharp contrast to her current experience. She definitely wanted to try it at least once.
The line for the VIP section she was headed to seemed nearly as long as the first time she was here. They had asked Emma and the others ahead of time about the increased demand for people to get to experience. Emma agreed as she didn’t have many plans until after dinner. It was clear she would be thoroughly used again and hopefully she will have some downtime after as the evening was going to be even busier.
Emma watched with Princess as Nix was being strapped into position.
“You'll be fine. If your experience is anything mine, you will be horny and desperate throughout. The difference is that much like last night, you will be denied once again and I won’t,” Emma paused after she said that before continuing. “That makes me sound a bit like a whore and maybe I am. But I get to experience this knowing you are watching and likely desperate to feel what I am. The best part is you asked for it and once again you truly deserve it, Nixie.”
Emma bent down and kissed the ring gag and lips of Nix. Her head was bound and stabilized. A soft moo escaped due to the collar. Emma would be in a similar situation momentarily. Nix’s eyes were the only thing that could follow Emma who stepped back as the milkers started. Emma watched the expressions on Nix’s face as the milk cycle moved forward. Nix’s glazed eyes soon told Emma what she needed to know, she was currently in a state of bliss. Emma smiled, content with Nix’s state and knew she would be in the same state soon.
Princess spent some extra time with Nix and checking the others while Emma was being restrained. The collar prevented her from speaking and she pulled against her bounds, finding them sturdy as expected. She was on her hands and knees a couple feet above the ground. Her head was secure and stable for when people mounted her horn. Emma could only wince at the size of the needle that pierced her breast to deliver the drug to help her through this experience. The milkers were attached soon after. Her engorged breasts were pretty desperate for relief as milk slowly dribbled out periodically.
The sound of the machine starting furthered her reality. Her eyes went wide as she felt the burning of the cleaning cycle. The cleansing left her nipples and areola even more sensitive. Once the first cycle of pumping started, it wasn’t long before Emma’s eyes started to glaze over.
That's why Emma was startled when a voice spoke into her ear, “Be a good uni-cow and maybe I will reward you when I come pick you up.”
Princess entered her vision and squatted in front of Emma. Her fingers traced Emma’s ring gag before entering the ring and probing Emma’s mouth. Princess explored Emma’s new tongue piercings. The ones near the tip form a ring under her tongue which Princess used as an anchor to pull her tongue out.
“Yes. I can't wait to feel this new jewelry on my clit or my lips. So many wonderful sensations I will get to enjoy. I hope you are well prepared for me to ride your face later. I want to feel further satisfaction with your mouth and tongue. But that will have to wait for later. I have work to do and you have clients to entertain, my pet. This is definitely a viable fallback for when you fail to become my handmaiden.”
Emma was still trying to focus on Princess as she walked away. The last images of the high heels just below the slacks. She could only follow with her eyes so long as the stall doors and walls cut off the view. The view changed quickly as her first guests had arrived.
The milkers and drugs were doing their job as Emma’s arousal was constantly at peak. As much she wanted to go over the edge, some subconscious part of her wouldn’t let her. Many people visited Emma. She took more cock in her mouth and ass while getting to lick a fair share of pussy. She felt the number of people who used her horn had increased over the first time.
It was well into her milking, and she would soon discover it was the end, when she got her first surprise guest. Time seemed to fly in the hazy state of her mind.
“Ah, you look well used and happy, Emma. You make a tempting hucow-unicorn. Your desperation is quite lovely, I enjoyed it the other night as well when I denied you. Since my lovely Nix is here and raring to go, I'm afraid you will be denied by me once again. Maybe one day you will beg properly, and I'll be nice and continue your denial by making you watch me with others.”
Emma’s eyes went wide as she looked at Master Robert. In a way he was telling her that he would do to her what she had been doing to Nix. She was already sexually frustrated, so the comment played into Emma’s emotions. The collar prevented human sounds, so her responses came out sounding like the animal she was, a cow or was it a uni-cow.
He was soon gone, Emma wondering what Nix was getting. She wanted to look and see, but her head was immobilized so she could only look straight ahead.
Emma’s mind was wandering as she listened and felt the alternating pressure as each of her breasts were milked.
Emma caught sight of black thigh high boots coming towards her. Her eyes only made it to the midsection of the person before she got too close to see more. She assumed it was a woman based on the camel toed crotch of a red latex catsuit she was staring at.
The woman crouched down and Emma was face to face with the smiling Princess.
“I've come to collect on your jeweled tongue.”
Emma heard before she saw the zipper opening and the red latex parting at the crotch enough to expose the dark pussy. Emma was intimately familiar with Princess’s pussy but it was usually her on top, riding Emma’s face. This would be slightly different at least from position stand point. Emma watched as Princess spread her pussy to better expose her love pearl to Emma. Drugged or not, Emma got the hint. She had already done it to others already today.
Emma stuck her pierced tongue out a flicked the pearl, causing Princess to shout out, “Oh fuck yes, my pet unicorn. Make your owner happy. Make me cum all over your face.”
Princess shoved her pussy further towards Emma’s ring gag. Emma had a brief moment to inhale a mixture of the smell of latex and Princess’s arousal. Emma jeweled tongue got to work as her own arousal had been on edge for what seemed to be hours and likely was.
As usual Princess wasn’t satisfied with just one orgasm. She gave Emma a break after the third and squatted down. She hadn’t even rezipped her catsuit which left her pussy still exposed, but out of Emma’s sight.
Princess's fingers invaded Emma’s mouth through the ring gag and she pulled out Emma’s tongue by one of her piercings.
“Wiggle your tongue up and down. Now side to side. Good, pet. Now up and down mean yes and side to side mean no. Have you had an orgasm today?”
Emma wiggled her tongue side to side.
“Have you had an orgasm in the last few days or since the last one we discussed?”
Emma wiggled her tongue side to side again.
“Have you been a good pet?”
Emma wiggled her tongue up and down and did the same for the follow up question.
“Do you want to cum?”
Princess’s face got more serious as she asked the last question, “Do you deserve to cum?”
Emma was a bit shocked by the question. She almost instinctively tried to respond yes but held off. She thought about it and much to her frustration she wiggled her tongue side to side.
“You're right. You don’t deserve to cum. At least without my permission. I'm not just your keyholder. I own your pussy and orgasms as well. I told you this before. But you have behaved well. I will give you a chance. I'm going to fuck you with my bovine cock, you will not cum until I give you permission. You won’t have much time, so you better be ready or you will lose out,” Princess was smirking at Emma by the end especially once Emma’s eyes went wide at the mention of bovine cock.
Princess stood up and thrust wet, swollen pussy towards Emma’s gag, “I want to feel your piercings one last time… today.”
After Emma gave her another orgasm, Princess disappeared behind her.
Smack!
Emma felt Princess’s hand slap her exposed ass, “You are still gaping. You must have been well used. It’s good as my cock is huge and that you should still feel tight when I fully bury myself in you. I plan to make you make lots of noise, my pet.”
Princess was a woman of her word. Emma was setting her collar off as much as it allowed her. No one would know the foul and perverse things that came out of her mouth much less her begging. It probably wouldn’t take much to guess at some of it.
Emma was nearly out of her mind as Princess repeatedly impaled her. She hadn’t even known she had picked up an audience. Kit and Unworthy were done and released standing at the entrance of her stall. Even Nix was done, standing with her Master watching the show that she had been forced to witness throughout the event. Emma vaguely remembered plenty of animal sounds coming from Nix’s direction earlier.
“Cum for me!” Princess shouted out. The command triggered something in Emma. Where she couldn’t let herself go over the edge earlier, that block was suddenly gone. Emma convulsed as she exploded in the throes of her long awaited orgasm. Princess was buried to the hilt inside Emma holding her trembling bound form. Screams would do no justice to what Emma was doing as the collar muted them, only allowing random ‘moos’.
By the time Emma opened her eyes after regaining some semblance of sanity, she had an epiphany, “Holy shit, she does own my orgasms.”
Princess’s face was back in her face, “Welcome back to the world. You seemed to have a bit too much fun. Hence, that will likely be your last orgasm for the duration of the cruise, maybe forever.”
Emma’s eyes went wide. She likely hadn’t realized how precarious her orgasm situation truly was. Enduring chastity and knowing you could still get enough stimulation to earn some relief was very different from no more orgasms without permission. No more mind-blowing orgasms. That sent a chill down Emma’s spine causing her to shudder.
Emma had been quiet on her way back to her room. She was led on a leash by Princess as usual. Kit was with them trying to walk back in her ballet boots. Unworthy went back to work after and Nix went with her Master for the rest of the afternoon until after dinner. Emma didn’t even fully appreciate the former maid in a catsuit as her mind was on her earlier epiphany. Emma was so lost in thought, she barely paid attention to how sore her ass was or what was going on around her. She was moving like she was on autopilot.
The three of them were inside the suite, when Princess demanded, “Spill it. What is wrong?”
Emma hesitated but went on to explain what was going through head. Princess listened while Kit was on all fours on the floor licking Princess’s boots.
Emma confusingly responded, “Reality is starting to click in a bit about my situation. The amount of control I gave you and I don't just mean the key. I realized just how much you control my ability to orgasm and much of that is internally.”
Emma saw the smile on Princess’s face as she looked up.
Her expression changed to a more serious tone, “It is a change. Part of you likes the idea, don’t you?”
Emma nodded.
“Then focus on the fun you plan to have and have had. You are living out fantasies you wanted. Of course it gets real. Reality is this won't be changing until the end of the cruise at the earliest,” Princess said, stroking Emma’s cheek. “Who knows what happens after that. You control what you control. Which isn’t your orgasms or anything down there. That is mine to control. Enjoy the experience while it lasts,” she lifted Emma’s chin as she finished, “Understood?”
Emma, not wanting to talk, tried taking the advice. She felt a bit better at least. She was right, I wanted something like this, and it felt real whether it was real or not really enhanced everything.
“You have what sounds like a busy fun night ahead of you. Focus on that.”
Emma did have a big night ahead of her. A smile snuck up Emma’s face as she thought about what was coming.
“You know you are invited. You are going to miss out on the fun,” Emma teased.
“Not a chance, Emma. I just got my freedom and plan to keep it now. Nor am I letting you or anyone else put a chastity belt on me no matter if it's just for a few hours. Plus, I will find out everything that happened from you and some of the others, including our pet down there. Maybe you should join her.”
“If that is your desire, Princess,” Emma responded with a bit of snark as she sank to her knees and licked the other boot Kit wasn’t currently attending.
Above her, Emma heard Princess exclaim, “The joys of being royalty and having loyal pets to serve me.”
Emma had a moment to breathe and think about what to do before dinner. Nix was gone until after dinner, same with Kit. Princess and Unworthy were back to their other duties. She considered making a stop at the prison, but she didn’t feel she had enough time, especially since she was almost always strip searched with a thorough cavity search for contraband even when the warden wasn’t there. She had many suitors who wanted her attention. Many of them were hoping for more time than Emma had available. She also wasn’t looking to wear herself out as tonight was going to be busy anyway. She considered a nap, but someone came to mind to fill up the time.
Emma sent off a message and found her slut was available and ready for her pimp to put her to work.
Emma caught up with Brenda near the auction house. That was their destination, and Brenda was easy to spot in her usual schoolgirl uniform. She hadn’t noticed Emma yet who came up from behind and wrapped her arms around and grabbed Brenda's breasts.
“Still trying to play off as a mysterious, naive schoolgirl despite being a massive slut?”
Brenda nearly jumped out of her shoes initially but was quickly moaning as Emma fondled her breasts and played with her nipples from behind.
“Yes, Miss Emma. Many like the look, I like playing as one, and it makes you money.”
The statement wasn’t quite true; Emma didn’t keep any of the money. Most of it was being kept for Brenda or those watching over her. With the auction house, they will get their percentage, but Emma will make sure Brenda gets the rest when the cruise ends. It was in an account Brenda didn’t know about yet.
Emma wasn’t rich or even close to wealthy. She had no desire to take advantage of the young woman that way. She was just helping Brenda live her fantasies much like Emma was doing here on her vacation. The woman asked Emma to help her with it. Emma seemed to be a sucker for helping many and there were plenty she had to turn down.
Brenda was one of those she took the time to do things with periodically. It was different in the fantasy as well as the interactions were different from most of her others. Emma gave her a nice over-the-knee spanking the first time they met at her first demo with Janice. That eventually led to more and Emma basically becoming her pimp. Brenda wanted this, but probably didn’t expect to be locked in a chastity belt when not being pimped out by Emma or the auction house when Emma wasn’t available.
“You could just stay in chastity and join me and the other girls for tonight. I'll make you truly mine tonight.”
Emma could feel Brenda shiver. Emma knew Brenda wasn’t really into women. She liked the idea of a dominant one making her have sex for money. She seemed to be getting more comfortable with Emma, but not enough to go too far unless forced or coerced to an extent, especially with other women participating.
Emma took the silence as an answer and stopped fondling her to move in front of her. Her face was half hidden by her hair as usual.
“I know you don’t want to and that is why we are here. It is fun to tease you nonetheless.”
Emma finger brushed Brenda's hair to the side exposing her face. The permanent marker was fading as expected.
“We need to reapply your temporary tattoo until you are ready for a real one,” Emma grinned watching the shocked face on Brenda.
Emma was prepared, knowing she was meeting her. Pulling out her permanent marker, Emma retraced her previous markings. The shy schoolgirl hid it well, but anyone would know who and what she is when her forehead was exposed. ‘SLUT’ was clearly visible for all to read when her hair wasn’t hiding it. At times Emma wanted her hair pulled back, but she allowed the woman to keep up her unsuspecting mystery to most people.
“I bet you are desperate to cum.”
“Yes, Miss Emma.”
“You better hope your client tonight cares about giving you an orgasm whether he uses your locked up hole or not. While I got what is supposed to be my last orgasm of the trip and maybe forever earlier today, I am not opposed to keeping you denied any orgasms and have you used as a fucktoy only.”
Brenda whimpered.
“Fortunately for you, the clients decide whether you do or not.”
Emma started them towards the auction house again. It wasn’t their first time there nor Brenda's first time being auctioned off by Emma specifically.
Emma sat down at her usual table for dinner. The guests trickled, many for their normal tables and as well as those getting to sit with her for the evening. It had been nearly a week that she had been doing this. She wasn’t always this early depending on what she was doing that day and how long it took for Princess to dress her at times. It still surprised her that people were interested in her. Everything had been a whirlwind and gone by so quickly, but at the same time she was overwhelmed at times and some moments felt like an eternity.
Not that she should or would complain. She was living out her fantasies with more to come. She knew she was enjoying herself. The attention to her was what caught her off guard and has been her biggest hurdle. She didn’t have to do this, but part of her knew what it felt like to meet and spend time with someone they find interesting or see as a celebrity. Was she a celebrity? She hoped not, but at least for the cruise, she was treated as such. It felt weird in many ways. It wasn’t just the other guests, but also a number of the workers and owners of the cruise ship as well. It changed the expectations of the trip for her. She was doing things and had access to things she never imagined. While she wasn’t required to, she felt a need to give back and help others enjoy their experience when possible. Unfortunately, she couldn’t do it for everyone or the way they want. There were more people wanting her time than she had time even if she stopped doing the things she wanted. As it was, she had done numerous events in public where many people have gotten to interact with her, including earlier in the day and now her usual dinner as a VIP that guests have signed up to eat and converse with her.
Of course, there was the now traditional dessert that is ever popular and one of the attractions to dinner with her. It made her feel like a slut most of the time, but she didn’t mind it. It was about having fun and enjoying the experience. Maybe years of repression and lack of intimate attention allowed her to give. Maybe getting to act like someone else while here allows her to be fine doing it. She really hadn’t realized how lonely she was until she got here and all the attention that ended up focused on her. Most of the guests at dinner were one off encounters, a few managed to be involved in other events with her. She also had the group of people she had taken to and did things more with them than the average guest.
Then there was her. It would be seven nights that evening since she saw her and met her. It had been an eventful boarding day in meeting Nix at check-in. Meeting her maid, that changed everything in those first hours aboard. Meeting her maids owner at dinner and starting something else entirely. Then picking up a stray kitten. All that before she found her flame and was immediately attracted to it. Emma didn’t care that she was twenty to thirty years older than her. She joked at being pulled in by a tractor beam as well as being a moth. Something transcended her age and even her beauty.
Emma felt like she knew how some people felt towards her. She wanted more time with her even though she had already received more than anyone and would get more time with her before the cruise was over. Hopefully that would be true as Emma nearly blew it once. She had many moments so far on the cruise. Many of her favorites were with her, but she had many wonderful moments with others.
She imagined it was similar for others. Princess was very clear about her intent and found ways to be a presence and show herself with Emma. Kit was essentially abandoned and trying to find her place, including with Emma. She was finally exploring her options including this afternoon and dinner after their time in the ranch getting milked and used as uni-cows earlier in the day. Her time and relationship with Unworthy was a conundrum in many ways, especially how things started. Emma was seeing the woman in a new light these days, but her past was a problem in many ways and there was far more to it than the bits Emma knew.
There were most definitely others who have gotten some time, some like Nix and Janice who are looking more for friendship and fun than something deeper. There were also some unknowns at this point that Emma wasn’t sure where things may head towards as there just wasn’t enough interaction so far. Though many of them she would be interacting with after dinner. Others? Well she never gave them any chance, feeling her plate was overflowing at this point. She didn’t like disappointing people, but she had never had so many options before, much less come all at once. Still, she wanted more of her, but needed to be patient and give others their time and chances. It was a different time for Emma. An interesting time at minimum.
It would be a lie to say she wasn’t having a blast. Some things didn’t go perfectly, but that is the nature of the world. She had done some things she dreamed about. She experienced some that she hadn’t imagined or they happened in ways she never imagined. She pushed limits in ways she dreamed of while learning the differences in reality and fantasy. If the cruise ended today, she would consider it a great trip and well worth it. Fortunately, she still had seven plus days left to experience even more. And there were a number of exciting adventures awaiting her, some she knew and had picked out as well as some surprises. Not that her slate was full to the end yet as she wanted some flexibility as things changed.
Emma came out of her thoughts as her table filled up. A group of four women came together. Another single woman and a married couple composed of a man and woman completed the group for the evening. It was a contrast to the normal guest compliment which usually involved more men than women, but Emma didn’t mind.
The others were placing their orders as Emma waited as she gave up her choice and was put on a diet early in her trip. It was a definite change and struggle for her. She liked the idea of giving up that control, but she quickly learned no one would give her anything more than what she was served at meals. There was no snacking or cheating. Much of her diet so far was made up of God awful smoothies. They supposedly gave her the nutrients she needed, but tasted horrible. Worse, she was expected to finish them or lose out on things. That was the real punishment, losing time with her. So Emma played her role to get what she desired. Getting healthier was something she put off. Her two weeks on the cruise is a small blip of the rest of her life. Will she continue the diet after it's over? That remains to be seen.
Emma decided to greet the others more formally and initiate the conversation. The single woman who came alone quietly asked, “Is it possible that I can take the place of your pet tonight? I won’t even ask for dessert.”
Emma thought about it for a minute or so and responded, “You may take the place of my pet, but it won’t preclude you from dessert. What is your name?”
“Tabitha, but most call me Tabby.”
“Like a kitty cat?” One of the other women said. She had introduced herself as Mindy earlier.
“I guess so,” Tabby responded blushing.
“So cool. Do you lick pussy like a pussy… cat?” Mindy blurted out. She was immediately smacked in the arm by one of her friends, Lizzie.
Lizzie reprimanded Mindy, “That was rude. Apologize.”
Mindy’s head sunk, “I'm sorry, but it was also an honest question. I mean, I wonder what it feels like. I hear their tongues are rough and scratchy.”
Her friends stared at her, causing her to apologize again.
Tabby decided to respond, “I do lick pussy, but I have no idea if it is like a cat. Pretty sure my tongue isn’t rough and scratchy.”
“I like licking pussy too. And getting licked.” Mindy excitedly said, blushing by the end of the statement.
“Seriously, Mindy. Think before you speak,” another of her friends spoke up. This one introduced herself as Hailey.
As the four friends spoke about Mindy's outbursts, Tabby came and knelt off to the side of Emma. Emma gently stroked her head similar to Kit earlier; a sound resonated from Tabby that sounded like a purr.
Well, one of her guests was content for the moment.
“But I want to know what a pussy cat's tongue feels like down there,” Mindy blurted out to her friends.
“She isn’t a cat,” was Lizzie's response.
“You don’t know that. I need to know.” Mindy said, dragging out and emphasizing the word need.
“I'll do it,” the quiet voice came from next to Emma. “For dessert, instead of my owner.”
Tabby looked up at Emma with a determined look. A part of Emma understood the feeling and desire to prove herself. To want to show your worth and or willingness to another. Emma stroked Tabby's head before saying, “I don’t ask my pets to take my place. You are free to do as you desire if the others consent. I will still give everyone a chance to have dessert from me. Some even come for just that opportunity. Just enjoy yourself and don't feel pressured.”
“Yeah, don't mind Mindy if you don’t want to. She's always looking to get someone between her legs or her mouth between theirs. Sometimes both at the same time,” Lizzie said playfully, but slightly condescending.
“You're no different. Constantly begging to be between Alicia's legs, usually a tied-up, submissive… slut,” Mindy’s final word nearly drowned out by a more commanding voice.
“We are here as guests and to eat while enjoying the company of those here. The lovely lady has already agreed to Mindy’s request and can still choose not when the time comes. If the rest of you are also interested, then wait to ask during dessert. You will behave,” Alicia looked at Mindy, then Lizzie, then finally Hailey, “and enjoy yourselves and not ruin other people's enjoyment with pettiness.”
The dark haired woman seemed to be the default leader of sorts. The others quickly apologized and were more civil towards each other.
With things settled down for the moment, Emma looked to the couple and asked, “How has your trip been and any particular reason for being here this evening?”
The wife, introduced as Ursula, looked over at her husband, Otto. Emma could see the wicked smile on Ursula’s face. She was clearly in charge. Otto looked over to her before turning back to Emma to speak, “The trip has been good, enlightening, and a bit frustrating, for me at least, at times. The two of us are in a similar situation, a state of chastity. Though hopefully mine will not last as long as yours.”
He looked back at his wife to see the wicked smile still there.
He continued, “I earned a reward for letting her cuckold me for the entire trip. I wasn’t allowed to ask for release. There are some… fetishes we have in common… and you intrigued me.”
Ursula spoke up with a hint of mischievousness and something a bit darker, “Intrigued? No. That isn’t even close to your reaction seeing her the first time. Tell her your reaction after watching the events of her first night.”
Otto was blushing as Emma quietly listened, awaiting his response.
“I wanted to meet you. To spend time getting to know you. To possibly serve under you.”
“And?” Ursula demanded.
“I told my wife that I want to be you or to see you with her. Doing things like the maid did to you, but with me as well.”
“The amusing part is how he can barely handle the spankings I give him. Those are just with my hand and usually leave him moderately red at best. To ask for what you endured, he was being foolish. But he and many others appeared to have been ensnared by you. I don’t blame him. I came to explore others, whether they are men, women, or something else by choice while at best he gets to watch and clean up after.”
“Oh, I want to spank him!” Mindy blurted out. She wasn’t the only one as Hailey commented in a similar fashion.
Ursula caressed her finger under Otto's chin as she spoke. It was clear they both deeply cared about each other and were likely living out their own fantasies like most others on this cruise.
She continued, “This is all rather new to us. It has been just under a year that I agreed to entertain his submissive nature to spice up our marriage as they say. We had reached out to you through the ship messages. This turned out to be the best I could do to reward him despite his infatuation with you.”
Emma, trying to keep her frustration hidden and not let it bring her down, “Sorry, I get lots of requests. It’s not that I don’t want to entertain many of them, I literally don't have the time and use these dinners as a way to still meet others and give them something, usually as part of dessert.”
“That is understandable,” Ursula said. “It’s more than he deserves anyway. We are happy to meet you and if you can make him squeal like an animal with a nice over-the-knee spanking, it will be a reward better than he deserves.” She turned to the other four women, “We can discuss future arrangements for those of you who wish to spank and tease him and possibly spend some time with me after dinner, so we don’t use up more of Emma’s time. I'm sure she is busy tonight.”
“That was an understatement,” Emma thought to herself.
Dinner carried on. One thing Emma learned was Mindy wasn’t really the ditzy bimbo she was acting like. She was apparently a genius who was trying out new ways to have fun and struggled a bit socially when nervous.
As Emma finished licking Mindy to an orgasm, Mindy broke out of her orgasmic stupor, “So that is what unicorn tongue is like. Now it's time for kitty scratchy tongue.”
Tabby responded, “I think you will be disappointed by the lack of scratchiness.”
Emma was actually between Alicia's legs when Mindy shouted out, “I think I feel a bit of a scratch. She has a cat tongue. I knew she was a cat. If only I could find her tail.”
Emma eventually had Otto over her knee, he was already making lots of noise from the couple of swats to his backside. His skin was barely changing color at that point. Emma could feel the hard chastity cage shift against her thigh as he squirmed.
Lizzie and Hailey were taunting him mercilessly.
“Bend over Lizzie. Let's show him how a woman handles a spanking, unlike a pathetic cuck,” Hailey stated. As Lizzie bent over and flipped up her skirt. Lizzie's thong dug in the crevice between the two plush cheeks.
Smack!
An instant bright red handprint formed on Lizzie's right cheek. A moan escaped her mouth as Hailey's hand crashed down and left another handprint on the other cheek. A few more came in quick succession with Lizzie moaning and begging.
Hailey turned back to Otto, “That is how a woman… well at least this slut takes a spanking. But she is special in this. Just watch.”
Hailey gave Lizzie a few more slaps on her red ass before lightly putting her hand between Lizzie's legs and lightly caressed the thong covered crevices from front to back. Lizzie screamed out as her body trembled before dropping to her knees. The orgasm was intense as Emma watched on, distracted from spanking Otto to watch this display. Hailey stood there with a shit eating grin as her friend writhed in ecstasy on the floor. Lizzie's hand was between her legs vigorously working to heighten the pleasure.
It was not uncommon to get an audience watching when Emma was around. It happened often enough during dessert at dinner. Though tonight, she didn’t think she was the main attraction for once. A small part of her was thankful for that. Emma looked to the other guests for dinner tonight. Mindy was firmly between Alicia's legs to keep her distracted. Tabby was in the midst of pleasuring Ursula who moaned more at the sounds of her husband's pitiful cries. It felt like the beginning of an orgy in the dining area. No doubt some of the spectators would join in if allowed. Emma was sure she spotted a few people at a nearby table starting to have their own fun.
As things wound down, Ursula and Alicia were discussing plans for the evening. Emma turned to Tabby, “Are you ready for your dessert?”
The shy woman froze a moment before looking up to Emma, “I was hoping for a favor rather than the usual. I mean, I would love to have you eat me out, but… I was hoping you could introduce me to someone instead.”
Emma’s eyebrow raised with curiosity and responded, “That depends on who it is. I don’t know or have access to everyone.”
Tabby nodded, “I want to meet the maid, Ophelia or is it Princess now?”
Emma smiled.
“She does prefer Princess lately. I have a few minutes to take you to meet her if she is where I think she is.”
Emma stood outside of the suite that is supposed to be hers. She rang the doorbell and waited in case Princess was… Well, she could be doing anything with any number of people if she was here.
After a short wait, the door opened with a tall rubber-clad form of Dolly answering the door. Dolly was quite imposing for those who never met her. Dolly stood well over six feet tall. Her heels allowed her to further tower over others. Dolly was essentially harmless as the cruelty done to her left her controlled by programming with little to no memories or even autonomy. She was being helped as much as possible to deal with her situation as her suit was also fused over her body and couldn't be removed without potentially killing her. During the cruise, she was a special attraction for this suite. Most of the suites had special attractions or themes, sometimes both. Emma had learned of Dolly’s needs and some of her unique abilities. She had had some time with Dolly and likely would get more during the trip. Princess had basically taken over the suite and spent plenty of time using Dolly. Based on the juices on Dolly’s rubber face that dripped over her massive globes popping out of her chest, Princess had been using her in the traditional sense that Emma, herself, had experienced multiple times already in the week or so she had been here.
Tabby was basically hiding behind Emma after seeing Dolly.
Emma turned to Tabby and grabbed her hand as she spoke, “It's okay. This is the Dolly suite. One of my many rooms, you can say. This is Dolly and she is here to serve the residents of the room and their guests.” Emma turned towards Dolly, “I take it Princess is here, does she have any other guests?”
Emma knew it wasn’t easy, but Dolly shook her head through the tight rubber suit that limited her movements in many ways and required plenty of strength to manage the ones she did.
“Thank you, Dolly,” Emma said before she entered, pulling Tabby along.
Princess stepped out of the room dressed in a pants suit and high heels. That seemed her style since moving on from the maid uniform with her new position. It was also a statement to Emma that she often playfully told her that she wears the pants in the relationship, not Emma.
Princess spoke to Emma, “Can't get enough of me? Thought you had enough to keep you busy tonight.”
Emma gave a smirk, “Well I considered dragging you with me, by the hair if needed, and putting that insatiable cunt in chastity where it belongs before restraining and tormenting you like the others tonight.”
Princess stepped up and ran her hands over Emma’s breasts, “Getting jealous that Dolly gets more action than you? She obeys better than a fickle unicorn who still isn’t good enough to be my handmaiden.”
“Fickle? Maybe, but others would say mystical, majestic, maybe even divine,” was Emma’s retort which only caused Princess to snort.
“You know I own part of you. Eventually I want it all,” Princess reminded Emma of one of their earlier conversations as she traced a finger across Emma’s jawline. “Who did you bring with you?”
“Just another stray. Though this one is interested in you and not the fickle unicorn. At least not as much.”
“Did that bruise your ego?”
“Alright, kettle. Your ego trumps Dolly’s massive globes in multiple orders of magnitude in size.”
“Well, you can't win them all.”
“No, just the one,” Emma calmly answered.
The smirk on Princess’s face was mischievous at best, “I plan to get her first to ensure you are mine.”
“Guess I will get what I want either way then. This is Tabby. She wanted to meet you. Don’t break her nose or rub it raw.”
Tabby was looking at Emma after the last comment. Princess was left with her mouth hanging open with an equally snarky comment in return.
“Well, have fun you two,” Emma said, turning and seeing Dolly. “Probably more like you three. I have an engagement to get to. Plenty of delicious torment that will not involve anyone experiencing pleasure that the insatiable hole demands often inside this suite.”
“Hey,” Princess called out.
“Enjoy your guest. The stray got in some practice at dinner. I'm sure you will critique and train her to your desires. I have no doubt you will make me pay for it at a later time. Oh, one person claimed her tongue is scratchy,” Emma snickered as she walked out of the suite.