Tonight was the night of the first introduction dinner, where all the Californian dommes and subs would be able to meet. We were directed into the dining hall via two doors; one for dommes and one for subs. I entered the room and found a single person table. Looking about the domme side of the room revealed men and women alike each with their own table. Each table was supplied with a folded plastic card and a sharpie. I picked mine up and wrote Alexander S. Dalken “Alex” and placed it back down. Some of the dommes were chit chatting back and forth. probably sharing stories and discussing some of the subs they had already met. I looked around and found the orange man from the other day. He was staring at me with a hateful look. His submissive, the red head, must have been on the other side of the curtain that separated the room.
A short elderly Asian man walked up to the microphone, a TV screen on our side centering him for us. Presumably the subs on the other side had the same.
“Good evening ladies and gentleman,'” he spoke with the voice of a man who has the wisdom and experience of age. The kind of voice that even wise men quieted down to hear. “It was three years ago that I brought the Lady’s Gift to the American. From shores from Japan across the ocean so that you may enjoy the freedoms of sexual exploration; that may not be available to you were you live. Tonight we kick off our meet and greet, were the dommes,” his right hand moved to encompass our side of the curtain “and the subs” his other hand encompassed them “can meet. Tonight the ship will sail out to international waters. We will enjoy a day of activities and seminars tomorrow as we sail. Then we pull into Seattle, Washington, the next day moor in Victoria. As for tonight, meet greet and have fun. Please remember to play safely and that crew services are a phone call away. We have done our best to ensure that there three subs to every two dommes, there is plenty to choose from for everybody.”
I looked about the room crowded with people introducing themselves. Dommes trying to sell themselves to subs as the best choice available. I shook my head in disgust. Maybe this cruise was a bad idea I thought to myself. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken it I thought as well. Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed a woman who caught my eye. There was just something about her. Sitting alone at a table, her name card neatly placed before her. I couldn’t make the name out. She looked strained, her elbows propped up on the table with her head resting in her hands. Her fingers slowly feeling out each part of the French braid her brown hair was done up in, tightening it if was loose. I sat and watched. Why was she alone?
I watched as a man approached, pitched his best line. She shook her head and he shrugged turning away rejected. Men and women alike approached her as I watched. Each in turn were unceremoniously turned down before they stood there for more than a minute. What was her deal, I wondered? Presumably each had applied their case as greatest domme ever in a vain attempt to impress her. Either way each had been declined. She frowned and looked like I felt. I bet she thought this may have been a mistake too. Another man came up, whatever he said caused her to blush brightly. Bright enough for me to see from across the room. He was rejected too and was sent off with a slap across his face. Whatever he had said she looked embarrassed which only made her look even more pretty as her olive skin turned shades of pink and red.
I was now completely intrigued. Here was maybe a true sub and a woman worth conquering. Funny as it sounds the real power in the submissive/dominant relationship lay with the sub. She or he could say no and it would not matter what you said or did. A no was a no, and if you didn’t listen you were committing a crime. Legally no is no and it doesn’t matter what culture or life style you adhere too. Now here was a timid pretty little woman, a total sub by her mannerisms. She was acting like a domme among dommes who were acting like subs. I smiled, she was pretty, intriguing and I wanted her for myself. Then our eyes locked. She watched me as I watched her. Our eyes speaking volumes as we both calculated each other. Her weighing me and I her. Every part of me screamed to go to her, to win her over, but that wasn’t going to happen. If she wanted she could come to me. I refused to be like these other dommes, running over to the subs trying to scoop them up. Trying to impress them with their over-inflated versions of themselves. I graced her with a smile and she looked away blushing again. It was funny to me how she blushed at a mere smile. She had broken eye contact so I looked around the room, now I would ignore her or seem to ignore her. If she wanted she would come to me.
I watched as people left the room together, and as others sat and talked. The two young school girls giggled and drank. If I was to guess this part of the ship would be filled with the screams of pleasure tonight. Hopefully the rest of the staterooms were as well sound proofed as my own. My mind drifted back to Aria. I did enjoy my toys but something easily gotten was easily forgotten. I let her drift out of my mind and focused back to the room. I looked back to the mystery ladies side of the room. I avoided her table but my peripheral vision scoped out the scene for me. She still sat there. I wanted so bad to give in and go to her, but that wasn’t who I was anymore. I wouldn’t be another reject added to her list.
Well, I thought winning myself over after an internal battle, there will be other chances to meet her. The ship had plenty of activities, I am sure she would have to be at one of them. I started to gather my things and get up. She was standing there before my table smiling at me. She hadn’t spoken a word. We stared at each other and begun a silent game of who would crack first. I sat back down, leaning back slightly in my chair and smiled at her again. I kept my eyes from wandering. Her blush from earlier returned, deeper this time. Finely her lips parted and I was sure she was going to speak, but she paused. A test I was sure, trying to get me to break the silence first. I waited.
“May I sit?” she asked her voice like the softest honey, sweet and smooth. If I hadn’t been waiting for it, I would have missed it when she spoke. I nodded at the chair across from me and waited till she sat. She was taller than most woman, almost six foot if my guess was right. Her slim body in a soft looking blue summer dress that danced about her knees and hugged her petite hips. It’s fabric barely revealed her firm breast. Those perky breasts filled her top nicely but weren’t so large as to make her unproportioned. She was shy, timid and modest, but not so modest that she didn’t show a little flesh. I smiled pleased with myself and my assessment. She fixed herself into the chair and studied the table. I eyed her now crossed legs, partly wishing they revealed more. Yet I was glad too, that they did not at the same time.
I liked a little mystery. Her height seemed to be mostly from her long legs, decently muscled but still sexy. I viewed her legs wishing to caress them. Wanting to feel her soft olive skin beneath my rough fingers. To caress her from her feet, framed in dark leather sandals offset by her royal blue polished toes, all the way up to her perfect thighs. After a proper flailing of course I thought to myself. What kind of panties did she wear I thought? I was amused as I pictured her in different types of underwear before settling on bikini bottoms. Bikini bottoms were still sexy, but not as promiscuous as a thong, which she didn’t seem the type. Although I liked boy shorts too, I wondered if she did. Boy shorts seemed a little too boyish or sporty for her.
“So.” I spoke hoping to encourage her voice to find itself again. I waited, looking at her. Losing myself in the gentle browns and greens of her eyes.
“So,” she repeated, her eyes briefly gazing at me before returning to the table she was studying. I hadn’t boasted and in return she had not rejected me yet. My next words were crucial. Her face turning from pink to a slight red. Her head tilted so I could see a few of the springy brown curls that had escaped the braid. As if reading my mind, she began to twirl the escapees around her fingers.
“Enjoying the first day of the cruise?” I asked guessing that she was not. That would change I thought as I smiled at her again. My smile earning a deeper shade of red as she blushed brightly. Her beautiful face with her soft features accentuating the reds making them seem almost natural.
“No, to be honest,” she spoke at the table. “I am not sure why I came. I mean I know why, but this may have been a mistake,” she whispered her eyes still not leaving the table. My eyes wandered from her legs to her firm breast, wondering if she used a push-up or a demi bra?
“I have wondered the very same thing,” I said shaking my head. “Well, why don’t we start a little fresh and make it better from here on out? I’m Alex,” I asked extending my hand, then introduced myself.
“Alesha.” she said eyes lifting to catch mine.
“So Alesha, why did you come?” I asked genuinely curious.
“Oh,” she fumbled and her hand instantly. Her hand left her collar bone and went below the table where I am sure it met her other hand and they nervously danced.
“I’m not sure I want to discuss it,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes before she fought them back not spilling a single one. I was even more intrigued and whatever past she had, it was probably a brutal one. I was on the verge of losing her and ending up another reject on her list.
“Oh, no worries,” I said saving trying to save the conversation. I wanted to reach out and hold her but that kind of softness may well ruin the sub/domme relationship I was trying to form. “Would you like to go out on deck for a walk?” I asked hoping the cool sea would distract her.
She looked up and I already knew the answer. I got up and waited for her to follow. Her long slender legs touched the floor gracefully. Her dress swishing about just above her knees as she walked to me. She moved closer to follow and her knees buckled. I swooped in and caught her. My hand sliding in around her waist. My fingers gripping her gently but firmly. I could tell this girl was no stranger to some kind of physical activity. Her stomach felt toned and tight. Her body had already reacted to catch herself, but now that I had her, I wasn’t going to let go just yet. She didn’t seem to mind as my hand lingered on her waist as we walked.
“You are the first to ask me outside or anywhere beside back to a room,” she said smiling at the floor, “one jerk asked me to be his daughter slave.”
The doors to outside opened automatically and a fresh, salty breeze hit us right away. The ship was moving slowly and the waves around us were gentle. She stared out at the ocean, a look of wonder filling her with life and making her glow. We stepped up to the rail and just continued stared out. The sun was still a bit over the horizon and the far edge of the vast blue sea was splashed with reds and oranges. Like a giant can of paint had spilled and the paint was flowing towards us across a rippling blue canvas.
“I am not like other dommes,” I said, “these dommes seem to beg and boast unwittingly.”
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered as the rest of the world faded away. Her cheeks lost their blush and it was like only she and the ocean existed. This was the true Alesha, a strong woman, a beautiful woman full of confidence and life. Alesha was amazing, she just needed to discover it for herself. Someone must have really damaged her I thought. I stepped up behind her and she flinched, but realizing it was me she relaxed, but only a little.
“It’s a bit cold isn’t it?” I asked for her sake not mine. I was used to this weather. I leaned in so when she answered I would hear her. She smelled amazing it reminded me of the smell right after a good rain but with a salty sea breeze. I wasn’t even sure the scent she wore but I loved it.
“No, its fine. This is beautiful,” she whispered, her voice almost lost on the wind even with me leaning close. We stood there in silence as the sun set with me standing just behind her. She leaned back every so often back to make sure I was still there. I moved closer gently pressing our bodies together. I worried she might move away, but she leaned against me.
A giggling disturbed the moment. We both turned to see one of the women dressed as a school girl being lead to a semi-dark corner of the weather deck. She didn’t move to leave, so I stood there and watched on. The blonde pigtails bounced back and forth as she giggled. The older man escorting her looked like a professor. She knelt before him and undid his belt. Alesha breathed in deeply. Her hand reached back to grip my pant leg. The school girl released the older man’s veiny penis and her head began to bob back and forth. Alesha’s gazed seemed fixed.
“Yes you little tramp,” the professor said, “remember to cradle. You are being graded on this performance.”
“Yes sir,” she replied, pulling the cock from her mouth. Her blonde pigtails made swishing movements as her head moved back and forth. I began to harden behind Alesha. Alesha watched on and pressed harder against me. The school girl sucked this older man’s cock with the practiced ease of a girl who had seduced many a teacher. We watched as she cradled his balls in her hand, her mouth continuing to work on him.
“Yes. That is how I like it.” He told her as his hand gripped one of her pigtails. Alesha’s hand rubbed my leg up and down. This show was making her hot, I thought to myself. Her touch had me responding in kind.
“Alesha, are you a voyeur?” I asked knowing the answer. My hand moved from her hip to her toned belly and slowly up.
“It’s just so hot watching them,” she whispered, “do they have no decency?” Her hand had found my erection and she now gripped it tightly. My hand rubbed across the soft fabric up to her firm breast and over hardened nipples. She moaned as I did so and gripped me harder.
The professor pulled the girl up and turned her around. She giggled loudly and looked back at him over her shoulder.
“Sir, did I do good?” she asked as he lifted her skirt up onto her back. He pulled a ruler from his tweed jacket.
“You did well but I believe you could have done so much better. If only you applied yourself, Brittany,” he said. Then he laid the ruler sharply across her exposed skin. She yelped loudly. He smacked her three more times, then tucked the ruler away.
“Sir. please let me try again,” she begged, tears filling her eyes.
Alesha moaned as my fingers toyed with her hard nipples.
“Brittany you have already been graded on that assignment,” he said smiling down at her, “but I will give you an extra credit assignment.”
He finished pulling her red panties aside to reveal her soaking pussy and a hairy bush. He entered her easily and she moaned. He rocked back and forth and her moans filled the air.
Alesha continued to watch, gaze fixed solidly. Her hand fumbled with my zipper and shortly my cock was out in the cold air. I smiled to myself, did she have no decency? The soft skin of her hand fondled my hard cock. I lowered a hand to lift her dress.
“Not all the way,” she whispered, “stay on the outside of my underwear,” she ordered. I hesitated, who was she to order me around I thought. I allowed her to play with my cock as she watched. The professor gripped Brittany’s pigtails like reins and fucked her hard. Alesha trembled against me.
“Please Alex,” she whispered watching the scene before us, “please rub me.” That was more like it I thought. I lifted her sun dress, my hand exploring her body. She had shaved or waxed before the cruise. She was starting to soak through her panties. I rubbed a finger up and down the slit of her pussy. I was instantly rewarded for my touch as she began to tremble and moan for more.
The school girl began to scream loudly as the professor fucked her harder and faster. I upped the tempo of my rubbing to match his tempo. Alesha moaned loudly. Her hand leaving my cock to rub her aching nipples. She leaned completely against me as I rubbed her harder.
The professor cried out loud, pulled out and pushed Brittany to her knees.
Alesha moaned again her eyes taking everything in. I rubbed hard against her covered clit.
The professor grabbed his cock and began jerking it off. With a desperate moan he shot his load across Brittany’s face. He continued on and Brittany waited patiently as spurt after spurt landed on her face.
“God! Fuck! Don’t stop,” Alesha commanded as she began to climax.
The professor looked over his shoulder at us and Alesha turned bright red. My fingers slipped her panties aside and entered her. She screamed as she came. I slowly pressed into her smooth wet pussy and she came again and again in powerful orgasms. I pulled my finger out and smiled at her.
After Brittany cleaned her face off, we all parted ways. Alesha thanked me, dropped her dress and ran off silently. I shrugged. The cruise had a lot of activities starting in the morning. She had had a trying day. I smiled, I didn’t want to push her too hard too fast.
There was something special about her, something sweet, something broken, something someone hadn’t treasured. I would break through the wall she had up, if only to discover the secrets it held. I couldn’t help but smile all the way back to my room.
