The thirty-five foot sloop “Not Today” backed out of her slip at the local marina and moved silently toward the harbor entrance. She was not the newest, most modern, or sleekest boat in the harbor but she was the most loved by her owners, Sarah and Jon. Today it was Jon’s turn to take her out as “pilot”. Sarah loved guiding her out of the marina as well and was equally skilled at the task as was he, but they shared the fun equally. Next trip she would be hers to steer.
Both Jon and Sarah noted the turned heads and stares of the other boat owners as they went by. Jon figured that they were looking at Sarah, stunning as she was in her free-flowing blue tank top, her well-fitted tan Bermuda shorts, four and a half inch Steve Madden “Haywire” —not exactly standard boat shoe choices in that locale—and wide-brimmed natural straw hat. Her sleek sunglasses enhanced her look, one that made Jon the envy of all of the other sailors. They were thinking, “He’s so lucky to have her as his girl!” He knew how they thought and he knew they were right about the “He’s so lucky” part. How were they to know, though, that she was not his girl. He was her boy.
She was sitting just aft of the cabin, semi-reclined in the later afternoon sun. Next to her was an icy glass of Chivas which she had been sipping slowly. Her head was tilted backward to allow the sun to splash on her face and the wind to blow through her flowing hair. It had been a long week and this was her favorite way to recharge her batteries. Sun, wind, sea. What could be better?
What could be better? The mere thought of the possibilities made her smile. She climbed down into the cockpit and walked up to Jon who was preparing the sails for hoisting. Both the jib and main had electric winches and power roller-reefers so he could set sail without leaving the wheel. Sarah wrapped her arms around his waist and said, “Pet, I’ve been thinking…” Uh-oh! That always worried and excited him!
Several hours previously, Jon had arrived at the boat. They were planning to be out for the entire weekend so he wanted to make sure that everything was clean and in order. He had swabbed the decks, cleaned the galley and the head, and completed an inventory of equipment. Sarah was to bring the groceries later. There were a few other boaters on their pier that were thinking along the same lines and who were out early as well. He stopped a few times to chat with them and to share a round of beer.
That was the great thing about boaters. They shared an interest and a sense of community so there was never a shortage of things to talk about. He cut the conversations short, though, because he wanted to be ready to cast off as soon as Sarah arrived.
He saw her pull into the parking lot and so he walked quickly to meet her. She would have several grocery bags as well as her overnight bag. Two of his friends met her as well and offered to help. Funny, there was never a shortage of guys when she was around. She refused them all, assuring them that Jon’s help was all that she needed.
Once aboard, he stowed that cargo and was ready to go when Sarah said, “Oh, Jon, I forgot a few things! Here’s a list. Would you be a dear and run back to the store for me?” How could he refuse?
It took only a few minutes for him to get to the market. “Let’s see…more scotch…some lettuce…all these vegetables…sunscreen…it’s not like her to miss this many things when she shops. It was a really tough week, though. I’m sure she’s feeling wrung out.” He took his purchases to the register and checked out.
Now, with the boat out in the open water and with the sun beginning to set, Sarah again seemed to not be herself. “Pet, I’ve been thinking. You must feel sometimes as though I just use you for my own pleasure. You do everything that I ask you to do and you do those things with so much enthusiasm! Not once have you refused me. Sometimes it might hurt a little, but you power right through it. I really appreciate that! And you really do bring me so much enjoyment. I don’t know how I could ask for more.”
“Oh, it’s definitely MY pleasure, Miss. Anytime. Just ask. You know that.”
“I do listen to you, you know. I remember how you’ve said more than once how beautiful you think that the female body is when it is roped nicely.” She sat down on the bench in the cockpit and pulled her legs together. She gazed down at her ankles which were pushed tight against one another and rolled her feet side to side, apparently considering what they might look like if they were bound. “A girl’s ankles DO look fantastic when they’re tied up, don’t they?” She put her arms behind her back. “And when she’s tied like this her breasts push up and out, just begging to be caressed, don’t they?” Jon said, “Oh, yeah! Definitely! What are you saying, Sarah?”
“Just that I love the way it looks, too. Jon, what if I told you that I was going to give you a chance to do that this weekend? What would you say?”
Jon swallowed hard. “I would say, ‘Sarah, are you going to let me tie you up?’ “
Sarah laughed, “No, silly! I would never allow that! But I did bring a surprise along for you. Let me take the wheel. Go down to the fore cabin and see what I have stowed away for you there.” As he walked away, Sarah set the “Not Today’s” autopilot on a heading of 280, a North by Northwest course that would take them from the bay out into the Big Lake.
On shaky legs, Jon climbed down the ladder into the main cabin. He walked forward past the midships berths and stood in front of the closed fore cabin doors. As anxious as he was to see what gift she had for him, he could scarcely make his arms move. Her gifts were never “typical”. He suspected that to be the case this time.
Finally, he threw his hands forward, grasped the handle and yanked the door open
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There, laying on the bed was Tina! She was clad in a red blindfold and had a red scarf/cleave gag pulled between her lips. She wore a red bikini and a pair of tan “Geneva” wedge heels from the Carlos Santana collection.
Her hands were tied in front in a “Sarah Signature” half-mile-of-rope tie. He helped her to her to sit up and pulled the gag from her mouth. “Hi, Tina! Wow! What a surprise! Hey, you’re not here against your will, are you?”
“Of course not! Sarah asked me if I wanted to go sailing for the weekend and that she wanted to see what you would do if you had the chance to practice your knots on me. How could I ever say ‘no’? She’s so cleaver! She snuck me in when she sent you out on that grocery run. You should have seen the guys stare us down when we walked out to the boat. Hilarious!” Jon was sure that his boater friends had to have been green with envy as they watched the two beautiful women board his boat. He smiled broadly.
He put the gag back in place and said, “I’ll help you on deck.” He lead the gagged, blindfolded, and tied girl through the below decks are of “Not Today” and to the ladder. He held her bound hands as he climbed to the open air. She felt her way up the ladder one careful step at a time until she was standing in the full sun and waning breeze. He then helped her down into the cockpit and had her sit on the forward padded bench directly in front of Sarah.
“So, Jon. What do you think of my little bundle there?” Jon beamed, “I don’t know what could be better! So, wow! I can do whatever I want with her?”
“Slow down, fly boy. You can do ALMOST anything. I’m going to watch it all and I might give you some instructions. But remember this: she is a ‘bondage toy’, not a ‘fuck toy’. Come here. I’ll fix it so that there are no accidents. Not that I don’t trust you. This will be fun! For me, anyway. Maybe for you. You can tell me when I’m done. Open the ‘Treasure Chest’, please.”
Jon lifted the cushion off of the port side cockpit bench. Inside was truly a treasure trove of toys. These were in addition to some of the items that were stored in the cabins below decks. “Just the tan cotton ropes for now, my pet”, she instructed.
He began pulling neat coils from the box. A few ten footers, some twenty footers, a couple of forty footers, 15 coils in all, each one-quarter inch thick. He had to dig under some five-eighth inch mooring lines to recover some of them. “Oh! Let’s remember those for later!” gushed Sarah.
“Bring me a twenty foot section, pet. Now, take down your shorts. Stand right here in front of me.” She doubled the rope over itself and put a loop around his waist and then another so that there was a total of four coils around his stomach. The remaining length was at his spine. She threaded that rope between his legs and up to the coils near his belly button, laying the double-length along the left side of his package. The rope went through all four waist coils and then back down between his legs, passing on the right side of his cock and balls this time. She pulled the crotch ropes very tight and then tied it off at his back.
For a moment, she paused and stepped back to admire her work. “It is missing one last thing.” She fished through the Treasure Chest and found a thin five foot long cord. The first end she tied to around all four of the vertical crotch ropes at what she considered to be just the right height above the base of his cock. Then she elevated his shaft, laying it parallel to the crotch ropes. Then she began to wrap the thin cord around and around his penis, effectively straight-jacketing the pulsating member from its tip to its base. Several wraps beneath his balls ensured that nothing would escape.
“Just lovely!” she exclaimed as she spun him around to show Tina. The little girl reached out, hands bound palm to palm, and stroked him. “Oooohhh! Thaff’s niff!”, she mumbled through the gag. Sarah laughed. “That cloth isn’t a very effective way to keep you quiet but it looks so wonderful on you! I think you should stroke him a little more and see what happens if he gets harder.” Yes, that DID make him harder! He could tell that the ropes would not flex and that any further erection would be impossible. He loved it!
“But on to business. Jon, how would you like to bind Tina? Have you given it any thought?” Jon laughed out loud, “Only every day! I will first tie her hands to the boom and then her feet together and then I want to try some Shibari, tying a Karada.”
“Whoa, boy! That’s a lot! Slow down for a second. First off, the wind has died so let’s get the sails down and an anchor out. Be sure we have the correct lights on and that the radar transponder is running. Put the boom in the crutch. Then we’ll take care of our little friend here. Get your shorts back on—for the moment—and let’s get things buttoned down.” He and Sarah set to those tasks and completed them quickly.
“Now, here’s what I want you to do. You’ll get your chance in a little bit. Take that boat hook. Use it as a spreader bar.” He tied her legs far apart using a perfect square lash technique. “Very good. Now, tie her hands to the boom, right there above the center of the cockpit. Face her forward. Excellent. Lift her feet up to the boom and tie the boat hook to it. Beautiful!” Sarah released the strings that held on Tina’s bikini bra and panties and she hung there naked and spread wide open.
Sarah fingered Tina’s exposed pussy then licked her finger. “Jon, go below and whip up something for us to eat. Oh, but first, get me the bullet vibrator out of the chest.” “Yes, Ma’am”, said Jon jealously. He thought that Tina looked amazing but he was a little disappointed that he didn’t get to tie her the way he had wanted. Sarah took the small toy and put it to work on the little girl’s clit for a moment and then sat on the cockpit seat which put Sarah’s tongue in a perfect place for licking.
Peripherally, she saw that Jon was still there watching. She said quietly, “Don’t you have something to do?” “Yes, Ma’am”. Jon headed toward the cabin and the galley. Sarah’s face disappeared between Tina’s legs.
“Whip something up, eh? I guess that means that it’s ‘huevos rancheros’ for dinner. Get out the whisk. Whip the eggs.” He cooked dinner in a very distracted way, wishing that he was involved on deck.
Soon the dinner was completed. He put it in a large serving bowl and headed up the ladder again. Plates, silverware, and beverages were stored both in the galley and in an under-seat storage area in the cockpit. They would use those items tonight.
When he got back on deck he saw that Sarah had her own shorts and bikini bottoms off and that she was stroking herself as she plunged her tongue deep into Tina’s cunt. The bound girl was writhing ecstasy, hanging helplessly like a hammock. Jon stepped down into the cockpit, feeling his bound cock getting very hard, the cords seemed to tighten as his rod tried to escape.
Sarah noticed him a minute later. “Jon, be a dear”, said Sarah in words that were partially muffled by Tina’s dripping pussy lips. “Get the big vibrating cock out of the chest.” Jon quickly found it. “Kneel in front of me. Fuck me with it.”
Jon obeyed immediately. Sarah could not hide her joy as she consumed Tina and was herself consumed by the large, anatomically correct toy. Jon found that it slipped into Sarah’s box very easily. He slowly pulled it back out so that barely the tip remained inside his Domme. Then he gently thrust it back into the trembling woman until it nearly disappeared. This he repeated again and again with gradually increasing speed.
The women experienced multiple orgasms there in the soft glow of the boat’s running lights and the brightening stars. It occurred to Jon that they had been so consumed in their fun that they hadn’t checked to see if any other boats were nearby. He quickly glanced around and saw no one in the near vicinity. He thought, “I wonder what this looks like through a telescope from one of the houses on the bluff? Ha! They would be getting an eyeful!”
Suddenly, Sarah grabbed his hand and pulled the vibrator out of herself and, without a word, took a handful of his hair and pulled his head between his legs. She need give him no instructions at the moment.
End Part 1