Part 29: Bitch Training
“Are you drooling on me again?” Emma asked.
The purple-haired woman wiped the side of her mouth on the inside of Emma’s breast before responding, “It’s your fault for putting us in this position multiple times. Just be happy that you are soft and comfortable enough to sleep on. I have no desire to wake up grumpy like you.”
“I'm not grumpy. I… Did you just pee on me again?”
“I had to go.”
“You evil pixie. Guess you want to be punished again. Well I will just have to pee in your mouth this time,” Emma said, with Princess entering the room to catch the end. She was in a pants suit which has become the norm. Emma missed the former maid wearing her uniform.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that,” Princess exclaimed.
“Ew. No. Not happening,” Nix said with disgust and rubbed her face into the non-drooled upon breast.
“My guess is I don’t have time to make her if I actually want to eat today,” Emma stated, though it was nearly a question.
“You have stuff to do as always. I am open to more breastfeeding. I'll even let you eat this time,” Princess said with a smirk.
Emma sighed, “Not ready for that again. You should find someone like Kit has.”
Emma called out to the room's system to release Nix so they could both get up. She was still trapped on the woman until the bed restraints were released.
There were no games in the shower today, much to Nix’s relief. Nix was truly concerned Emma would urinate in her mouth. But Emma was starving and didn’t want any excuses to not eat, even if it was a horrible smoothie. She drank her smoothie while pumping the milk from her breasts and listening to Princess talk about various things. The mischievous pixie tried to torment Emma with exaggerated noises from her breakfast. The type of food Emma had been denied for over a week now.
As Princess ended her story, she said to Emma, “It’s time you tell me about your day after harem therapy.”
“You mean where you had me wear ballet boots to get on a ferry and trek around an island resort in them. You know the one with a steep hill that I luckily didn’t have to walk or crawl up. Or all the construction and areas in development. Then again, as Ass. Warden, I figured you knew about my incarceration on the island for the rest of the day. The early part in the actual prison and the rest somewhere else.”
“I was busy nor have I seen her since harem therapy. Plus, I wanted your version of what happened.”
“Only if you answer how many noses you broke.”
Princess rolled her eyes and responded, “You're jealous it wasn’t you under me. But the answer is none. Now, tell me.”
“So demanding. Not sure what you enjoy more, sex or gossip.”
“Sex. Duh! You can get plenty of juicy gossip before, during, and after sex at times.”
“You really are insatiable.”
Princess shrugged and responded, “I am who I am. The one who wears the pants in our relationship. Let's hear it.”
“As you wish, my Royal-Pain-In-The-Ass,” Emma said, getting a snort from Nix on the other side of the table. Emma turned to her and added, “Your reckoning is still coming, you troublesome pixie.”
There was some more banter before Emma explained what happened to her. Nix added in parts that included Emma and parts Emma wasn’t aware of as they weren’t together for more of the tour than Emma realized. Emma ended the replay of the previous day by explaining what happened after Miss Keys left her.
“I was basically a chained animal. Alone with nothing but an incredible view. I didn’t think she would really leave me there permanently, but your mind starts playing games with you at times. The temperature kept dropping. The torches were slowly fading. The moonlight reflection allowed me to see enough, yet not enough. The noises. I was vulnerable to do anything if there were any issues. It felt like hours. Really, I have no idea how long I was there. It was very disorienting. I started believing I would be there overnight. I was hungry and thirsty. I was concerned about the bugs and other creatures coming for me. As the breeze started picking up as time went on, I got firsthand experience as to what it could carry. Thankfully my flesh remained intact or wasn’t rubbed raw like someone does to other people's noses.”
“Quit pretending you don’t enjoy my royal flower like the others,” Princess stated.
Emma ignored her comment and continued, “Part of me was happy when I heard footsteps. Unfortunately, as expected with my position at the time, they came from behind and I ended up nervous. I wanted to believe I was safe, but I was in a foreign place and completely helpless. I was at the mercy of anyone and anything that came.”
“Thankfully, they released me from the chain, but not the restraints. They put a blanket around me and dragged me back to the main area of the resort before removing my restraints. I was able to cover myself better with the blanket as I was still naked except for my chastity belt and ballet boots. I wasn’t given my dress back or any other clothing.”
“I was led to a new area, stumbling in my boots after being in them all day. The bright lights were blinding initially, but soon understood what was happening. We entered the helipad and I was put on the helicopter. It was an amazing sight at night, but terrifying as well. I had never been in a helicopter and I was freezing cold despite the blanket. It didn’t make me feel better when I saw the cruise ship was moving away. I might have felt a little better to land on a stationary ship or dry land.”
“Either way, there was a pixie there waiting to help me. She helped me clean up and I used her body heat throughout the night to warm my real and imaginary chill. I expect that you were in an orgy and Kit was still on her date or forced into your debauchery,” said Emma as she finished recapping the event.
“There was no orgy, per se,” was Princess’s response.
Emma shook her head laughing.
“Sounds like I did you a favor and no reckoning is needed,” chimed in Nix.
“We both know that isn’t true. The saintess has gone full blown mischievous pixie around me so that I may torment in ways she secretly desires. It would be very selfish of me not to give back what you so desperately crave from me and not your harem sisters,” Emma said with a cruel smile on her face.
Emma ended up dressed pretty plainly which she thought made sense for the early part of her day. A simple dress and some wedged sandals, nothing else. Before Princess split off to her own destination, she said, “Meet me in the suite after you are finished your fitting so I can properly dress you for later.”
Entering Sir Jerry's work area, multiple people moved about carrying clothing, costumes, materials, and tools. Computers and diagrams with pictures and designs of different kinds. The constant shifting of people and objects left a sense of chaos, yet people went around knowing what to do.
It looked like a few other people were there for the same reason Emma was. They definitely had the model type feel. They had waited for someone to grab each one of them and be brought to what Emma hoped was a private place to change. It left Emma feeling out of place. Nix herself seemed overwhelmed by the crowded and busy area.
A familiar Latina woman walked up to them. Emma had met her in the early days of the cruise. The first time she came to Emma’s room to take her measurements. The other was the first fashion show when she was dressed in a special dress with the other VIPs in the audience.
“Nice to see you again, Lucia,” Emma greeted. “Looks busy.”
“It'll be worse tomorrow, but that's just how these things go around here,” Lucia responded.
“I have a small favor to ask, but you can say no if it isn’t viable,” Emma said, seeing the sigh coming from the overworked woman.
“I'm expected to accommodate you as much as possible, Miss Emma. It depends on what you are asking.”
“I know. I'm sorry. I was hoping you may have room for another model and maybe an outfit. It doesn’t need to be new. I was hoping to get this one,” she grabbed Nix, “onstage and modeling. Preferably in a pixie or fairy costume. If you don’t have something like that, maybe a fallen angel.”
Nix tried to pull away, saying, “No Emma. That isn’t fair. To them or me. Please don’t make me do this.”
Lucia was already inspecting the petite pixie as Emma responded, “I warned you there would be reckoning. You should have taken your proper due instead of trying to weasel out. Plus, this is nothing compared to the things we have done. I'll even make sure Master Robert knows and have him bring your harem sisters to see your debut.”
Lucia was calling someone else over and giving them instructions while Nix said, “I don’t like you anymore.”
“Pfft!” Emma responded, “We've played some version of this game multiple times for the past few days. We've wandered around essentially naked with everyone looking at us. This time we will likely be covered up in an artistic way. You are getting off easy this time.”
“We both know this isn't all that you will do to me.”
“True. But you are still hanging around me and have admitted to wanting me to punish your little outbursts. I've done my best to keep you guessing what I will do in response. Your reactions suggest that I have mostly succeeded.”
“I still don't like you,” Nix said with a pouty face.
Emma pinched Nix’s cheeks, causing Nix to try and shake Emma away.
“You're so adorable when you pout like that. You and Brat have that look in common.”
Nix’s eyes went wide and she nearly shouted, “Take that back.”
Emma smiled at her in return. Their back and forth was over as Nix was pulled away to get measured. That left Emma with Lucia who took her further into the chaos to her own area.
Emma took a quick look around. The room was likely bigger than it appeared. It felt smaller with the sheer amount of racks with clothing, material, and other things likely necessary for designing and making outfits and accessories. There was more than enough room for her to undress as Lucia went about gathering things she needed. It was clearly organized in a way that Lucia understood, but Emma wouldn't know where to begin to find things that weren't in her direct line of sight.
Emma stood in the middle of the open area, naked except her chastity belt. Lucia was remeasuring her before the fitting.
Emma started some minor chatter, “Have you made your move yet?”
Lucia was still measuring her with a methodical precision. It was clear she had done this many times to the point it was routine for her. There was no wasted movement, effort, or loss of time. Efficiency during a time crunch when she and the others had limited time to get things finished.
It's something Emma could appreciate even if it also seemed quite stressful.
It's why Emma wasn’t surprised by the flat tone with a hint of strain in Lucia's short and blunt response, “No.”
“That's unfortunate,” Emma responded looking at the outfit that hung by itself behind Lucia's desk. Emma pointed as she asked, “Is that one going to be used in the fashion show?”
Lucia finished her latest measurements and turned to where Emma pointed. Emma caught a slight blush on the woman's face as she turned back and answered, “No, that isn't his design. While we will do our own take on designs from pop culture and other places, that specific one isn't meant for the runway.”
Emma smiled as she realized that one was for Lucia in private.
“I can make you one if you want to wear one at the next show,” Lucia added, not looking at Emma’s face as she continued measuring her.
“I haven't decided to participate in any more shows after this. Nor do I wish to steal your thunder.”
“It would be helpful to know in advance as early as possible if you will. There is another design for you that we haven't presented or done more than the sketches and theoretical parts. No physical construction has started on it. Plus, you don't need to worry about stealing my thunder. That costume is a classic and used by many, often. I'll likely never wear it for anyone.”
Emma stood there as the measuring continued while thinking to herself. Eventually, she said, “I have a proposition.”
Emma told Lucia her idea during the rest of the measurements. Further discussion went on as she tried on her costume she would be wearing the next day.
With her fitting over, Emma headed to the suite after she dressed for her next outing of the day. While the suite was technically hers, Princess had taken over it. Not that Emma minded, she didn't feel like she should have been ‘upgraded’ to it. She was also happy the former maid and indentured servant, who recently gained her freedom, was enjoying herself and the luxury of the suite.
Emma hadn't been in the suite much as she focused on her limited time with Nix. That meant not staying in the suite or her cell in Subspace prison.
Emma hit the button outside the suite instead of immediately entering. She never knew who would be there or what was going on inside. At minimum, she expected Dolly to answer the door.
The door opened eventually, but no one greeted her. She knew others were there just based on the sounds. Stepping into the suite, Emma caught sight of the action in the middle of the room. An amalgamation of bodies in the midst of a perverse ritual.
The door closed behind her and an animal-like screech came from one of the occupants. She was wearing a suit similar to what Emma expected to be wearing soon. The leather suit covered the woman head to toe only leaving openings for her eyes, mouth, and holes for her nose to breathe. Her arms and legs were folded in half within the suit leaving her on her elbows and knees. A large ball gag filled her mouth. The hood of the suit had animal-like ears.
There was at least one more hole in the suit that was filled with something thick and very long. At least part of the object was inside of her. That became more obvious with the second part of the amalgamation of bodies.
Dolly was on her hands and knees as well. She was rocking back and forth. Her mouth was filled with one end of the sizable object. As she rocked back Emma could see more of the massive rubber object, likely a double-ended dildo. It disappeared as she went forward causing shrieks from the other woman. Emma wasn’t sure how much of it went down her throat and how much went further into the other woman's exposed and stretched pussy.
The pace was pretty frenetic at that point, likely because Emma entered. For Dolly, she was trying to sync with her own rear being pounded by Princess’s hips. The wide grin on Princess’s face told Emma she was enjoying herself as each thrust further buried itself deeply into Dolly.
Princess’s pace lasted less than a minute before she stopped buried deep in Dolly. A whimper came from the woman in the front before Princess spoke.
“Are you ready for your turn?” Princess asked, slowly pulling out of Dolly. She kept pulling out inch by inch and it wasn’t stopping. That was ignoring the girth. “You and Tabby are far below Dolly in being a size queen. Tabby was just getting some training as Dolly needed a workout. You need more training. Bovine size was the beginner's stage for you.”
Emma's eyes narrowed at Princess. The end strap-on plopped the floor as it finished exiting Dolly's rear hole. Emma was not against trying things, but even she knew that something that size was out of her league. There was an even bigger issue when it came to that one in particular.
“I doubt that would even fit through the rear hole in my chastity belt,” Emma responded.
Princess looked down at the object, then back up only to mischievously grin at Emma and answered, “I can make it work.”
Emma shook her head and said, “I doubt there is time now. I'm sure you plan to put me in something like that.”
She pointed at the leather clad Tabby still on her knees and elbows mewling. Dolly had been pulling away from Tabby's exposed holes with one end of the double-ended dildo still lodged in her mouth. Tabby's swollen pussy was left exposed and gaping.
Emma added, “I'm sure it will take awhile to get me in it and walk me to the ranch.”
“It makes me wish I had the time to do that and be your trainer this afternoon. Unfortunately, I am busy and there are other plans for you in that regard,” the former maid responded.
“What do you mean?” Emma responded in confusion.
A smirk formed on Princess’s face, “You won’t be a bitch today. You will be training them. You said you wanted to try both sides.” Princess was standing up and the strap-on harness thunked to the floor after she removed it. “Today you will get to be the trainer-in-training. Plus, it will be more appropriate to get you trained as a proper unicorn with some pony training in the future. I'll be interested in seeing how you handle all those sexy bitches today.”
Emma looked over to Tabby again and asked, “Is she going to be okay for training this afternoon?”
“Of course she will. It just won't be with you. She'll be staying here with Dolly. She's my personal pussy licking pussy. While getting her some crossover training would be good, I have other plans for her today.”
“Given up on Kit already?” Emma asked.
“Of course not. She is still in need of much training. I also need to know about her date and that likely won't happen until this evening,” Princess pouted.
“Of course. You can't live without your gossip.”
“And you can't live without breathing, so I will have to leave just enough room for you to struggle for each breath once I'm done tightening your corset.”
“Do your worst,” Emma taunted Princess.
“I will, Masochistic Slut.”
“Gossip Whore.”
Emma had started getting herself dressed while Princess took care of Dolly and Tabby. When Princess did return to Emma, she made sure the corset was tight and quite breathtaking. The boning of the corset felt quite unforgiving and each shallow breath required effort. It was something that took Emma a bit of time to adjust to before she left the suite and headed to the ranch.
Emma leaned to the side at her waist. Her movement and breathing were hampered. She leaned to the other side trying to stretch. She was having second thoughts at challenging Princess to do her worst. She didn’t want to ruin other people's training because she couldn’t perform as needed, or worse, passed out.
She was distracted by her own thoughts and lack of movement when some else spoke, startling her, “Miss Emma, nice to see you again. I expected you to be inside with the others getting ready.”
Emma regained her composure, turned to the woman who spoke to her, and responded, “It is nice to see you again as well, Nanny. I hope things went well with you and Kit last night. And thank you. I am aware the others are still getting ready. I thought I would be joining them, but my role today is different. Hence why I am out here waiting and reconsidering an earlier choice.”
Nanny looked at Emma, unsure what to say about the last comment and replied, “Thank you as well. My time with…” Nanny paused to ensure she called her the proper name for now. “Kit. Sorry, I almost called her by our play name. I didn’t want to confuse you or potentially embarrass or upset her. She is the reason I am here at the moment. May I ask what your role is today?”
Emma was contemplating something as she answered, “I don't my telling you, but I was hoping to ask for a favor first.”
There was a look of surprise and confusion on the large chested woman. She was a few inches shorter with a much smaller and narrower frame than Emma. But her chest made Emma look small in comparison even if Emma knew she was on the higher end of what could be considered normal.
It was also only the second time Emma had met the woman. She had an aura of maturity that defied her age. At least Emma felt it defied her age. Looks could be deceiving, but Emma thought the woman was still a few years younger than her. She was more matronly the first time they met, which made sense due her more normal occupation. She likely was last night as well, even though Emma wasn’t there nor saw her to actually know.
Nanny had her own beauty and grace to go with her aura. The sundress she wore allowed Emma to see more of the woman than the first time they met. Her smaller and slimmer figure was more obvious even if the sundress didn’t hug her curves.
Nanny looked at Emma and contemplated before responding, “Sure, as long as it's reasonable.”
Emma smiled and asked, “Can I get your help loosening my corset a bit? I clearly bit off more than I could chew today already and I'm not even being one of the others. I am essentially an assistant trainer-in-training today. I also don't want to ruin the others’ time by being stubborn and not getting more comfortable or being able to perform.”
“Oh, of course,” Nanny replied
As Nanny started loosening Emma’s corset, Emma went on to explain that she was open to trying different roles and today it was decided to try training pets instead of being trained as one.
“I didn’t know that was an option,” Nanny said.
“Proper training, no matter the role, is valuable. They are nice enough to offer it like most everything on the ship. Safe and consensual. Some things cost extra, but that is understandable,” Emma commented.
“True, my services are usually not free,” Nanny said, biting her lip behind Emma’s back.
“Were you planning to participate or watch today?” Emma decided to ask.
“I figured I would watch and see what things are like until I need to leave to get ready for my next appointment. I usually don't come here much, but Kit likes the place and talked me into getting milked with her this morning.”
“Oh, how was the experience?”
“Interesting and thankfully private.”
“She got you to wear a harness and a collar to prevent any talking.”
Emma couldn’t see Nanny blush. It took a moment for her to respond.
“Yes. I am interested in her enough to learn more about her and her likes and desires. I am milked daily due to my job in other intimate ways. That was a very different feeling. I know it was not fully like what you have done as it was just Kit and I bound and staring at each other. No one else was involved.”
Emma nodded.
“I'm glad you two are getting along and trying to understand each other better.”
Nanny gave a quick giggle and said, “Oh, you are not off the hook yet. She still feels she needs to prove herself to you.”
“I don’t think she does.”
“Well, I don’t know you well enough or have the ability to read minds, so you probably believe that is true. I am telling you, based on the discussion the two of us had this morning, she wants to prove herself to you even if you don’t want her in the end.”
Emma frowned at that comment.
Nanny added, “She’s scared of what happens when the trip is over. The reality is you made a big first impression on her. She wants to show that your kindness was valued by her. Plus, she's been desperately holding off being a pony girl, waiting for you. Even if you are not ready or don't have much time, I suggest bringing her down to the stable and just brush her hair like one for a short time. Hopefully sooner rather than later.”
Emma sighed. She had promised to do more with Kit one-on-one and hadn’t yet.
“You're right,” Emma responded. “I've put off things long enough. Even now we are doing something here together, but still with others. I know she would like some more private time. I'm often too busy chasing someone who is playing hard to get or trying to please a bunch of people at once. I need to do better.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to come off harsh. I care for her and wanted you to know,” Nanny responded.
“It’s fine. It’s unfortunately one of a billion demands I need to sort through and prioritize. She will get her time soon. It isn’t always easy for me to get a quiet moment alone on this ship, except when I am locked in a prison cell.”
“Look, I'm still sorry for adding to your plate. Seems you have a lot going on. I know she mentioned it. I know you two have done a number of things together with others. I just want her to be happy, but not at your expense. I probably should have kept it to myself, but she is special.”
“It's fine. I'm glad someone else is looking out for her and is interested in her.”
Nanny smiled, “If anything I should be thankful for you and Princess allowing and encouraging her to explore. That night at the auction house. If those things hadn’t happened, it likely would have been a missed opportunity.”
Emma’s corset had been loosened and adjusted by that point. The two of them took a seat on a bench. The two of them discussed various things, including Emma’s breastfeeding incident and if Emma had ever considered being breastfed or spending time as a baby.
A little later, the official trainer came out. She introduced herself, “Hi, I am Molly.”
The two of them introduced themselves and shook hands with Molly. Molly had a few things to go over with Emma before the session started. They left Nanny sitting as Emma got a brief tour and explanation of what was happening and what she would likely be doing for the session.
“Any questions?” Molly asked.
“How many participants for this training session?”
“There are three. It was also agreed upon by all three to do an extended session that runs through the beginning training and some of the intermediate. If you can't make the whole session, I understand.”
“No, that is fine. Two of them are here because of me.”
“I figured you knew all of them.”
“I wasn’t aware of any others. Did they give a name?”
“The note that came with her said to address her as Lily. In the note, the extended session was asked for and asked if the others were agreeable to it. She came prepared in her suit already with the collar. There wasn’t much to ask or talk about beyond yes or no questions.”
Emma didn’t recognize anyone by the name Lily. There were plenty of people on the ship that knew of her and were interested in her. This could be another. She shrugged her shoulders.
She talked more with Molly until it was announced everyone was ready to begin.
A separate handler brought out each the three on leashes attached to their collars. Each walked on their elbows and knees. The three were covered head to toe in black leather bitchsuits. The only flesh visible was around the eyes and mouth. Floppy ears were another addition to the covered heads. Tail plugs sprouted up from the backs of their suits. Their mouths were currently free of any gags or muzzles. The leashes were soon removed and the handlers left.
Emma looked at each of them individually. The smallest was clearly Kit. No one she had seen aboard came close to tiny stature. The middle sized one was Nix. She was also petite but had a few inches in height on Kit if they were standing. Though she was still taller when both were on all fours. Lily stood taller on all fours than both the others. They all had small frames compared to Emma. Lily's even more so as she wore a restrictive corset on the outside of her suit. It gave a more exaggerated waist that even Emma was impressed to see.
Molly started by calling out each individually. She received a bark in return. Emma focused on each as the instructions and commands began. Emma was also paying attention to see if any of them started tapping as it was the code to check for distress.
Molly acknowledged each of them, called them a good girl and petted their heads.
She turned to Emma and spoke, “Your turn. I want to start issuing commands to each. Don’t be afraid to praise them for doing a good job.”
The three bitches were lined up in a row with a couple feet between each of them. Emma decided to go left to right, which was essentially smallest to largest. This meant Kit was first.
Looking her in the eyes, Emma commanded, “Kit, sit!”
Kit's leather clad ass dropped to the ground immediately along with the tail in what Emma thought was excitement. It looked a bit awkward, almost like she slid back off her knees. Her arms stretch forward to her elbows. It took Kit a moment to readjust herself.
Emma smiled and stepped up to the leather clad dog and pet her head and praised, “Good girl.”
A bark came from the collar and the smile on her face told Emma that Kit was pleased.
Emma moved onto Nix with the same command. The result ended with her elbows coming off the ground as she rocked back onto lower legs from her knees. Her tail hit the ground before her rear descended with a bit more grace than Kit. Initially, she was basically in a begging position. She eventually shifted her body to get her elbows down while she remained seated.
“Good girl,” Emma praised while petting Nix’s head.
Emma hadn’t experienced it herself, but she imagined adjusting to their limitations while trying to perform the commands wasn’t easy, at least at first. They would need practice to figure out how best to do things. The important part, from Emma’s perspective, was that they were listening and obeying.
Emma turned her attention to Lily now. She looked into Lily’s brown eyes. There was a sense of familiarity, but Emma couldn’t place it as something was off. Maybe it was the suit as well as not seeing her full face. Emma couldn’t focus on that mystery for now.
Instead, she focused on what she was here to do.
“Lily, sit!”
Lily tilted her head to the side as she looked at Emma. She straightened her head and, with more grace than expected, she shifted one knee forward. She followed it up by shifting her other knee and weight before letting her rear slowly drop to the ground. She looked back up at Emma and tilted her head.
Emma stepped forward, patting Lily on the head, “Good girl.”
Emma went through more commands for each. Her impression was that Lily wasn't a beginner or at least had done some homework ahead of time. The way she looked at Emma further kept her trying to figure out Lily’s identity in Emma’s head. She couldn't focus on it too much as there were two others she was there to train and an instructor to learn from.
Emma was shown and taught various techniques while also getting her chance to work with each of the pets in front of her. Lily's and Nix’s enthusiasm wasn't anywhere near the level of Kit. All of them worked hard and obeyed their training. Emma herself enjoyed the experience, but it left her wanting to go through the other side of the training.
Emma found herself working with Lily on an obstacle course. She mostly followed alongside ensuring the safety as well as using commands on certain multi-choice obstacles for the bitch to perform. Emma was forced to switch her positioning for an upcoming obstacle. As she got behind Lily, her rubber clad body was on full display from behind. It was then that she saw the frame of Lily from an angle she hadn’t up to this point. To some, it seemed Emma was entranced by the tail coming out of the suit. While the tail was sexy, it wasn't her focus. The tractor beam was locked and she couldn't look away from the leather clad rump.
Emma was smiling to herself, but continued to do her best with learning to be a proper pet trainer. It wasn't easy for her to not focus on Lily. The other two were there for her as well. So, she focused on enjoying herself and the experience.
The session came to an end and Nix and Kit were inside getting changed. Lily was still outside, in her pet suit.
Emma walked up to Lily and patted her on the head, “Good girl. I think this is closer to your proper place, Lily. Maybe you should be chained to the ground and overlooking the edge of the cliff and the ocean, while I enjoy living in a wonderful house that will be built. I'll even consider feeding you scraps from my dinner on occasion.” Emma paused with her eyes closed and took in a deep breath before exhaling. Then she spoke again, “Yeah. That would be a much more agreeable arrangement than you proposed last night. I won't even touch you other than to pat your head, which you clearly enjoy. But I would get to admire your body in that lovely suit for the rest of your days. The contacts or whatever you used to change your eye color definitely threw me off for awhile. This moth is heading straight for the flame, but I will resist getting too close and upset you. Plus, I have plans for the other two that I want to finish before dinner. You wouldn't need to change, but I assume you are unavailable to join us?”
Lily was looking up at Emma and shook her head.
“Fair enough. It was worth asking. I'm thankful for the time I get to spend with you. I'm happy for this pleasant surprise today. If it is not clear, you haven't scared me away. I want more of you, whether it's Lily or the other parts of you. And I want to feel the touch of your whip again or at least my lovers once again. I know you are trying to protect me from myself, but I want it. I want you. I'll admit to being selfish and say I want all of it, baggage included.”
Emma petted Lily’s head some more. There was almost a look of relaxed contentment in Lily’s eyes. Likely from the brief reprieve from the responsibilities of being a successful business woman. It made Emma happy and sad to see it mostly because she wished Lily had that look more often than not, if not all the time.
“I wish I could bring out that look more. I want you to feel good. I still haven't completely forgotten that you once got off flaying my skin. But I never got to see your face or any of the joy you had. If the price is never seeing you enjoy it or getting to truly touch you so that you can have more joy in your life, I'm willing to endure it. I know this is all a long shot anyway. And I think our moment is over as I have two lovely women to give a surprise to before dinner. A special pampering.”
Emma squatted down in front of Lily. She was thankful she was smart enough to have her corset loosened a bit. Her face was close to Lily’s as she leaned in, stopping an inch from each other's lips.
“I dream about your lips and so much more. I get jealous when you kiss other women. It turns me on. It leaves me frustrated. Mostly it leaves me desperately craving for the first of hopefully many kisses from you. I'll be a good girl and not interfere with the game in your vulnerable state. I know the payoff isn't guaranteed, but I will continue to hope in any case.”
Emma could hear the others heading her way. Looking closely into Lily’s eyes, unsure if this was their true color or just part of the disguise. She could feel Lily’s breath, but Lily made no movements towards her.
“You do make a fine bitch. If you want more training, well, I am sure you will set it up,” Emma said before she stood back up and turned towards Nix and Kit. “Let's head to your surprise. It isn't far.”
It had been hard for Emma not to look back at Lily. Worse was trying to keep thoughts of her out of mind. It was only made easier by the pure joy of Kit's neighing and hooves scratching the floor.
Emma took Nanny's conversation to heart. Kit was fully dressed as a pony girl. Her normal harness was just another piece to the outfit. The bit gag with horse ears and blinders. The hooved boots. The tail.
Emma had already brushed out Kit's hair on her head. Emma was given tips as to how to properly brush a pony. An explanation of the various sensations they feel while being groomed. Kit's reactions only reinforced Emma what she was being told was working and far more intimate than she expected. It left Emma herself wanting to experience this at some point.
Emma brushed Kit's tail. It may not have been a real tail, but Kit's little butt shook and wiggled in pleasure. She was making plenty of noises which Emma assumed was expressing pleasure.
“Seems being a pony is everything you desired so far. At least this part of it. I'm happy you are enjoying yourself.”
A neigh came from Kit. The collar prevented her from speaking and only emitting horse sounds.
“Maybe I should give both of you your pony names. Hmm…” Emma thought for a moment while continuing to brush Kit's tail. “I'm thinking of Longshot. Underdog doesn't feel horse-like and Dark Horse is just a little unimaginative in this case. I also considered Twinkle. Not sure why.”
Kit was responding in a way Emma didn't really understand besides excitement.
Emma then looked over to Nix and announced, “You will be known as Pee Pixie.”
Nix’s eyes narrowed at Emma as her gaze was narrowed by the blinders.
Emma chuckled before asking, “Too long? I can just shorten it to Pee.”
Nix’s eyes narrowed even more as she made a face that was hampered by the bit gag.
“Oh! Scowl. Perfect name for a grumpy pony. Scowl,” Emma expressed playfully.
After dinner, Emma found herself inside Master Robert's residence on the ship. She was finishing her part of the deal to hang out with Nix that evening. It was no different than most people she had made the deals with. They wanted to show Emma what they had to offer.
Emma wasn’t really interested in joining Master Robert's harem. But she enjoyed her time with the mischievous pixie. She had about another day to hang out and enjoy her time before Nix was back working on the ship. The playtime together would be over.
Not that Emma didn’t have more options and people to do things with than the time left on the cruise.
Once again, Emma was greeted by Brandy. Much like the first visit here, she was dressed like a cross between a 50s housewife and a pinup girl. She would easily win the hearts from her looks alone. Emma also knew her alter ego, Brat, which brought out a different side that Emma enjoyed playing with.
“Not trying to fatten me up today?” Emma asked.
“I can, but you will try to fatten me up while you abuse me.” Brandy responded.
“Please, you little drama queen,” Emma said, holding back her laughter. “You practically got off in my lap the last time.”
“I can get you something to eat or drink if you'd like or we can get you ready for tonight?”
“Get me ready?”
Brandy just smiled at Emma then led her into another room where they were greeted by Master Robert.
“Good evening, Miss Emma,” he said. “I hope you are well and interested in a bit of role-play this evening.”
There was a bit more chitchat before Emma found out at least her role for the evening.
“My darling Brandy really suffers to control herself and her bratty tendencies. She's owed a bit of punishment and training. I know that you missed out on your chance at a specific type of training this afternoon and took on the role with a different type of training. I hope you don't mind receiving some tonight while feeding some of your other kinks.”
Two women entered the room carrying rubber suits. There was a gasp again from Brandy who's first one happened when he mentioned punishment.
Master Robert added, “Thankfully, someone had already made a suit specifically for you, Emma. I was able to procure it for the evening. If you are in agreement to play along, then please undress so we can get you properly attired.” He turned to Brandy and added, “Same for you.”
Emma eventually found herself on her elbows and knees. The leather suit was constricting in some spots, but flexible where it needed. Her large breasts had been squeezed through the tiny cutouts. Her blood filled engorged breasts hung inches from the ground. Her tail plug was not small. It wasn’t the largest thing to fill her ass, but the stretch could still be felt.
She was incredibly turned on by her current predicament, but wanted more. The collar from the ranch prevented her from communicating as a human. But she remembered her first time here, so she was expecting more. Her excitement ticked up even if she didn’t know what direction it was heading. That only made it better.
Emma stood side by side with Brandy, if you could call being on your elbows and knees in a leather suit standing. They were both in the center of the room with Master Robert sitting on the couch.
He looked over to Brandy and commanded, “Go behind Emma and sniff her backside like a proper doggy. I want your nose in there nice and deep, touching as much as possible.”
Emma endured a different type of training than what Nix and the others did. Their training was professional training. Brandy's and hers was a punishment training of sorts of you counted the light spankings, being treated like a dog, humiliated in other ways. Sure there was some of the stuff that happened in the earlier part of the day.
Brandy was humping Master Robert's leg with reckless abandon. The pent up woman was desperate to get off, but the leather suit wasn't giving her enough to get there as she hadn’t begged for permission yet. Not that the collar let her talk anymore than Emma could.
Emma felt for her in a way. But Emma’s recent life had been filled with pent up frustration and an occasional release in unexpected ways. She had been warned she wasn’t likely to get anymore before the cruise was over, if ever again. That chastity belt hadn't stopped her from orgasms as much as penetration or any touch. No, she had subconsciously let another dictate when or if she would get any relief. It was terrifying and exciting at the same time.
Emma was currently on her back playing dead, her eyes closed. Her eyes shot open as her arms were pinned to the floor. A brief sight of white flashed before darkness mostly took over. The warm flesh hit mostly the leather of her suit's hood. Her lips still held open by the ring gag she had been wearing as part of her attire. The body on top of her shifted over her exposed mouth.
Another shift, likely backwards from what Emma could tell, left two hands grabbing her exposed breasts. This propped up the woman on her face as she squeezed the vulnerable breasts and commanded, “Lick, Muffy.”
Emma hesitated. She had no idea who Muffy was.
“I said lick, Muffy, or I'll stop squeezing and having fun with you.”
Emma realized she was talking to her. Of course she wasn't interested in ending the fun yet. So she decided to play along as Muffy and extended her tongue. The tip of her tongue received its first taste of Nix's taint. She didn't waste time shifting, trying to give Emma more access.
Soft moans escaped Nix's lips before she spoke again, “That's a good girl, Muffy. Such an obedient dog for her owner.”
She squeezed Emma’s breasts more with her fingers trapping Emma’s nipples between them giving them added attention. Emma didn't scream. This was the beginning of foreplay for her.
“You're not the only one who can give out pet names,” Nix added.
Emma kept running her tongue around the sphincter on top of her, poking and prodding the tight hole.
“If you haven’t noticed yet, I am not in a chastity belt unlike you. Now that you have had a proper taste, I'll bet you are thirsty.”
She started shifting as the flesh dragged over Emma’s nose and mouth. Her labia sliding off the end of Emma's nose. Her clit caught the tip, causing her to giggle. Soon she was lined up over Emma's wide open mouth.
Despite Emma being larger and outweighing the petite woman, she was mostly helpless. Her arms and legs were restricted in the suit. Her shoulders were pinned by Nix's shins. She probably could have fought enough to delay things, but it would be a losing battle in the long run.
“You called me Pee Pixie among everything. Truly, I believe you secretly crave to taste my golden nectar. Well, never let it be said that the mischievous pixie didn't give Muffy her secret desire.”
Emma tried to shake her head, but it was pinned between the thighs and knees of the troublesome pixie. A warm stream hammered into the back of Emma’s mouth. She nearly gagged. With the gag holding her mouth open, she was forced to endure. She swallowed when she felt she had a moment as she knew she wouldn't be given any other choice. Those moments of slowing down and stopping seemed to be intended to get Emma to swallow and not spill a drop. Each time they happened, Emma thought it was the end, but she was mistaken. It was like Nix had been holding it in for a long time, just for this moment. She was making sure Emma got her fill.
“Lick up the rest, Muffy. Make sure I am clean. Savor the tasty flavor of my golden nectar.”
Emma didn't really have much choice, sloppily licking the wet vulva through her ring gag.
“Good girl, Muffy,” Nix cooed as she reached back and tweaked one of Emma’s nipples.
She stood up allowing Emma to see for a moment. The white fabric she was wearing dropped and landed on her face.
“Time to further punish a couple bitches,” she said and walked away from Emma.
Emma was still on her back with whatever Nix had previously been wearing still covering her face. She felt her engorged breast being grabbed. Her erect nipple sticking out even more. Then the cold metal touched it from opposing sides. Then the instant pressure as the metal bit into her nipples. She didn't scream, the collar wouldn't have registered that noise. It didn't register the noise she did make, just a happy ‘woof’. No, unless you could see her face or read her body language, the moans of ecstasy of a masochist were silenced by the collar, but her body reveled in the feeling. The craving for more was answered as her other nipple was given similar treatment.
The clothing was removed from her face and Nix promptly commanded, “Roll over and get on your doggy feet. Oh, I know you enjoyed the clamps. Those are just a tease. What you will endure will be less pleasant.”
Emma was partially glad to get off her back for the moment. It was a bit of a struggle. The lack of fully being able to use the full length of her arms and legs made a huge difference. It's easy to take for granted every day normal things until the ability to do so is impeded or completely removed.
By the time Emma was up on her elbows and knees, a swooshing impact caught the tip of her nose. She was shocked more than hurt. She nearly lost balance from her own body trying to defend herself.
She looked up at the fully naked Nix with a rolled up newspaper in her hand. She peered at Emma issuing her latest command, “In the corner, Muffy. Stay until your owner lets you out.”
Emma looked up at Nix, but didn't move.
The swoosh of the newspaper and the impact on the tip of her nose caught her attention again.
“In the corner! Now!” Nix commanded with more authority than Emma was used to seeing from her. She was pointing in a direction that contained a corner that she clearly wanted Emma to head to.
Emma turned towards the corner. The swoosh came immediately before the newspaper made contact with her leather clad backside. The echo of the strike was louder than the barely felt impact.
“Good girl, Muffy. I will turn you into an obedient bitch soon enough.”
Emma was not at privy to watch what unfolded next as she looked forward at an area where two walls connected. She could hear most of what happened, but wasn't an active participant.
A naked Nix was kneeling on the floor in the place occupied moments. Her head bowed. Her hands and forearms fold across the middle of her back. Her back was straight leaving her pert breasts and pierced nipples on display. Her knees were parted enough to catch a glimpse of her bare pussy if you were directly in front of her.
Brat had still been humping Master Robert's leg when he had her stop to address the submissive pixie, “Nixie, you have something to say?”
As much as Nix didn't like being called Nixie, she knew now that he was calling her that, that it would stick. She loved him too much on top of being his submissive to deny or fight his right to call her that. It was another reason Muffy existed and would earn a little payback for Emma starting this.
She would accept the name from him in the endearing way it was meant to be from him. It was less bad than she made it out to be. But it was a tease from Emma in a game that was quickly becoming her new reality between her and her Master.
“Sir,” Nix paused momentarily still before continuing, “I am willing to accept your offer. I know I've turned it down multiple times, but it is time for me to step up. For you. For me. For them.”
“What has changed, little one?” He responded.
“I don't know honestly. The easiest answer is to say Emma, but I don't know why. At least fully. The insecurities, the fear, the anxiety, and everything is still there. But part of me wants to do this. The past few days I have let myself open up. I haven't in years. It's been good. At times, it's been weird or difficult. I've allowed myself to be in situations I have rejected in the past. At the same time, I am yours. No one else's. That will continue. I will serve you. The rest of the harem will serve both of us.” Her voice dropped a bit as she added, “If you still desire me in the role and accept it.”
Things moved along after Master Robert accepted Nix's request to essentially lead the harem with him even though she was still his submissive. Brat received her punishment from Nix while Emma/Muffy was still in the corner.
For Emma, waiting in the corner was definitely punishment. She got off on being spanked, having her skin flayed, being electrocuted, bondage, or pain in general. This was a lack of fun. A punishment. It wasn't painless as the clamps on her nipples weren't a bother. When they get removed, that would be fun. The pressure of her exposed, engorged, hanging breasts that could still feel the squeeze at the base from the suit was a bit more desirable. Standing on her elbows and knees and the pressure on her back reminded her of walking and standing in ballet boots for a long time. What made it less fun was nothing was happening to her or that she could see beyond the plain walls in front of her. In some ways, it was a similar torment of being locked in a cell with nothing or no one.
That changed as she was called back to the center of the room. The naked, purple-haired pixie was curled up in Master Robert's lap.
Nix barked out, “Face down and ass up, Muffy.”
As Emma slid her elbows until her face was down on the floor, the next order came, “Brat! Mount her from behind and breed her. You no longer get to touch Master like that. Muffy is your breeding bitch for now.”
It was odd in a way. Brat was humping Emma's backside, but there were no openings in the leather suit beside where her tail came out. Her chastity belt was underneath, essentially a part of her. There were also no toys attached to Brat. This was leather on leather as Brat’s pelvis repeatedly rammed Emma's rump.
The tail plug continually shifted with each thrust. Different sensations and feelings spread through Emma at that point of contact. Slight discomfort, lust, embarrassment, and so much more. Her collar hid her moans and squeals. To say she found the whole situation erotic eventually was an understatement and it was just the beginning.
Soon the naked pixie stood over her, not that Emma could look up as her leather clad face rubbed against the floor. Brat’s collar prevented the sounds of her gagging as Nix face-fucked while she humped Emma into the floor. This went on awhile as Master Robert watched three bitches in heat have a pseudo-orgy in front of him.
Later, Emma was on her back. Brat was licking between Emma’s legs. She was only tasting leather while feeling the hard metal beneath, but was obeying Nix’s orders.
Nix herself was mounted on top of Muffy. She refused to think of Muffy as Emma while in the suit. Muffy was licking Nix’s pussy through her ring gag as Nix played with Muffy's breasts. Muffy learned that Nixie had her clitoral hood pierced. As she had been in chastity like Emma during their time together, it wasn't something she had experienced or seen before.
There were plenty of tugs on the chain between the nipple clamps, the clamps themselves or various squeezes and pinches to her ample breasts.
It got more interesting as Nix connected one end of a small chain to her nipple piercing. Then looped the chain through Emma’s chain and attached it to her other nipple piercing. Nix sat up, her pussy sinking deeper into Emma’s ring gag and squealed as the chains pulled and stretched her pert breasts. Emma’s collar let out a little bark, still hiding Emma's moans.
Light reached Emma's eyes again after Nix’s upper body lowered, reducing the pressure on each other's nipples, and her lower body lifted a bit. A phallic shape of flesh crossed her limited vision. Sliding across the folds she had been licking moments before. With a bit of guidance, the tip of phallic flesh parted the folds and disappeared. A moan escaped the woman who was acting as her owner. Soon the flesh had penetrated into the depths above Emma.
“Yes, breed me. Show Muffy what she's missing by not joining our family. Show her what it means to own me completely.”
Emma had about as up close and personal experience a voyeur could get watching two people mating. It may not have been Discovery Channel level of mating, but it tormented Emma's own desires. One full of sexual frustration and discomfort from the object buried within her beneath the belt. It didn't help that she could feel enough of the pressure being pushed against her belt from the person attempting to lick her down there. There were multiple sensations bringing a variety of feelings.
Another tug with a squeal as Emma felt her nipples pulled and stretched as Nix arched her back.
“Fill me full. Make me a mommy, while Muffy is denied as she watches.”
It didn't take long for Nix who continued to be louder and more vocal the longer it lasted until she practically screamed. Her body trembled and juices both clear and milky white gushed out of her filled hole. Bits landed in Emma’s open mouth. More covered her leather covered face. She could feel the dripping that crossed the opening for her nose holes to her hood. The smell was potent. The moisture was heavy, nearly causing Emma to sneeze. More came out even as the movement slowed and eventually stopped.
Master Robert pulled out of Nix and a glob of mixed juices plopped out. Some of it went directly into Emma’s mouth, but she was sure not all of it. Emma had to choke down what was there as part of it hit the back of her throat in a way that set off gag reflexes.
Nix called out her command, “Brat, clean up Master with your mouth. Muffy and I have some unfinished business.”
Nix dropped down, her used pussy of Emma’s open mouth. She spoke again, “This is most likely your last chance at payback, Muffy. You can try to lick my baby from out of me. Yes, I know that isn't how it works. But you can try anyway and savor the flavor you won't likely experience again unless you join the family. Now be a good mutt and clean me out completely.”
Emma licked for what felt like forever. Her tongue sore from stretching past the ring gag to get as deep as she could. She was fed the remnants from her face and made to lick the floor clean. It was the end of the main part of the evening.
Not long after she found herself and Brat chained by their collars to the posts at the end of Master Robert's bed. Emma would be spending her night sleeping on the floor in the leather bitchsuit made for her.
“Good night Brat. Good night Muffy. I hope you enjoyed yourselves. I know I did.” Nix said before going to sleep with Master Robert.