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the penthouse suite?”
    Bibi tried to nod but found that once again, her braid was fastened back to her bound elbows and her head was immobile. She nodded and groaned a bit.
    Just fine , she thought. Just fine .
    “Great,” said Nate, closing the nipple clips a fraction of a turn on the adjustment screws, pinching both nipples simultaneously and driving spikes of pain through her chest.
    “Good news,” he added. “We’ve got the rest of the week here. I have cancelled all of our other appointments. You, my sweet little Berliner, are mine for the next five days.”
    Bibi wiggled her fingers. That was all she could move. Just her fingers. She wondered how Nate had taken care of her clients since the “Big Guy” was off the ship and the rest of his staff were devoting a lot of time to hanging around the ship’s bars and swimming pools. Nate was able to deal with his own bosses on the ship, but she realized it made little difference because in her current condition, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
    Down the hall, Mister Edgar Pomeroy was engaged in activities that were surprisingly similar to those of Nate and Bibi. His new girlfriend, the eager and stunningly beautiful daughter of an older couple on board, was lying snugly bound between his naked legs in the king size bed of his second stateroom. This cabin, per his specifications, was devoted to his more serious entertainments than the ostentatious Penthouse suite which was now occupied, with his express permission, by Bibi and Nate. What Bibi did not know was that the reason Nate had access to the Penthouse was because the various rooms and sections of the suite were all under video camera surveillance and the very active BDSM exploits of Bibi and Nate were archived in the suite’s high end electronic storage system, for Pomeroy’s later viewing pleasure.
    But Edgar P was at this moment otherwise distracted in carrying out a training session for Joanie; the adorable, young, and enthusiastic redhead strapped and spread between his widely spread thighs. Joanie, who had plenty of boyfriends back home, had never encountered anyone like Edgar and if she had, they apparently had not chosen to share their individual perversions with her, so sex and its various nuances had been, until Edgar, unrefreshingly dull. Now this had all changed. Edgar told her that she needed some refinement and that if she would allow him, he would teach her a few things that he doubted she would encounter elsewhere. One of those “things” was how to give head so carefully and artfully that the subject would be able to endure seemingly endless stimulation without coming until she wanted him to. Edgar had given Joanie a series of long and stimulating demonstrations regarding the subtle manipulations of his balls and scrotum, the lesser known details of how his anus was nearly as sensitive as her own vagina and the deeper mysteries concerning the erotic capabilities of internal organs that Joanie had never even heard of.
    Joanie was now in her second day of training. Her elder parents were more or less pleased that she had found someone close to her own age on the ship and they encouraged Joanie to carry on, discretely of course, with Pomeroy, which was what she thought she was doing. This lesson, therefore, was intended to show Joanie how to get Edgar’s enflamed and rock hard cock half way down her throat without her gag reflex taking over. She was creatively fastened on her stomach, her arms and wrists strapped together behind her, her knees and ankles also strapped closely side by side. In her warm and tender little mouth was a chromed metal ring, inserted and lodged firmly behind her front teeth and held there with a leather strap buckled behind her head. Her long and straight, reddish-blond hair was neatly braided with another metal ring tied into the last few braided inches. Tied to this ring was a common leather dog leash that Edgar, reaching around behind her back,