Whether I enjoyed it or not seemed to be answered by the feeling of my cock straining against its bonds. I was definately enjoying it. My observations...were cut short, when Master said, "Well, hello again Ricki! I see you must have enjoyed yourself", taking my hand and kissing it. "Hi Ricki", Rebecca said, as she got up, and pulled back a seat for me. What I saw on the seat suprised me: On it was mounted a large dildo. There was some sort of control extending from it. It was large and heavily. Her lips travel to the other nipple, this time a tiny bite causing me to gasp; then I feel a tongue tracing the skin of my breasts."I shall kiss where you are marked from the crop strokes, tigger, so you shall know where they are, even though you cannot see them. The marks will fade soon, but perhaps the memories of these kisses will not?"I find my belly tightening with arousal, the pressure of the tongue making me long to be able to touch in return.Skilled hands now caress my body, first my. I was much more sore this morning than ever before and the salt water of the bath made my raw welts scream. The cabin boy, I noticed, was also becoming much more adept at his job, cleaning me efficiently and quickly, but with many superfluous touches against my breasts and sex. Though I'd just been remarkably satisfied by the captain I found that after the bath I was again quite aroused and slightly wet. I saw the cabin boy too, was very aroused, and it seemed that he wanted to plug me. I can tell its well lit because my mask shows some light. Must be bright light. Gently I'm shoved, (if one can be shoved gently) down on a cold surface. Not a chair, but something flat and wide, a table? I can smell them, his cheap colone, a females overpowering perfume.Another shove and I'm laying down on my back. Lifted up slightly and a large pillow is placed under my back, placing me in a reclining position. My back is arched, not at all comfortable. I hear the professors voice and I give a.