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We walked outside and returned to the upper deck of the riverboat. The night sky was remarkably lit with what seemed to be millions of stars. I was at a loss for time since I no longer had possession of my phone. However, by the position of the moon I felt like it could be around nine or so. As we neared the railing I could here the silent sounds of nature all around. The engines had stopped and besides she and I, there was no sign of life on the deck around us. Most of the passengers had retired to their cabins already. Others had remained in the dining area. Still others had ventured to the lounges. “Put your hands on the railing and don’t move,” came a soft whisper from my mysterious companion. I turned my eyes to her before she began walking behind me, “What’s your name, if I may ask?” She did not answer me but instead reached around my waist to unbuckle my belt. The jingling sound of the buckle seemed to echo on the river. I could feel her hands unfastening the button on my jeans. She slowly lowered the zipper and gave a sensual moan as she worked it downward. Her hands moved inside my pants but she was careful not to go inside my boxers. “My name is Ms. Maggie Allure but you’re to call me Ma’am as you’ve been doing all evening,” she whispered in my ear while she rubbed her hands over my thighs and cock. “Yes, Ma’am,” I replied as I felt myself getting heated from her touch. Ms. Maggie Allure I said over and over in my mind. So, this is her riverboat? Interesting.

“Don’t answer me but only listen to my words,” Maggie continued as she began to work the buttons of my shirt open. “You were rather proud of your accomplishment in the dining room awhile ago. I’m not pleased with your distasteful display of ego. Do you honestly think you’re the reason for my satisfaction in there? No, little boi, anybody’s hand could’ve done what you did,” were the words that echoed in my head and ears as Maggie slid her hands around my body from front to back. The feel of her soft palms were warm and inviting as each fiber of my being tingled beneath her touch. I got shivers all over and goose bumps covered my arms and legs as Maggie caressed her polished nails gently up the spine of my back to the base of my neck. With a sudden and unexpected movement I felt her dig in and scratch them aggressively down my flesh to the waistband of my jeans. My body surged from the pain as I grit my teeth together and uncontrollably released a primal groan from deep within. My breath was caught and I gasped as I lowered my head in an all-encompassing jolt of adrenaline. I was suddenly weak at the knees and was only able to muster enough strength to rest motionlessly on the railing. “Now that, my sweet little boi, is something no other person could have possibly done. Do you now see the difference?” Maggie said as she moved her hands to my hips and motioned for me to turn around. My eyes were wet as I tried so desperately to hold back the tears. It was a remarkable feeling of pain and pleasure. I was captured in her, need I say it, allure. Again she placed her hands at the base of my neck but this time on my chest. I could feel her fingertips stroking my collarbone and her nails ever so gently skimming the skin on my neck. “I believe I asked you a question,” Maggie said as her hands began to move in a gentle massaging motion over my shoulder and chest muscles.

Sweat was now pouring down the sides of my face. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut for a second and took a labored gulp, Opening my eyes I replied, “Yes, Ma’am,” in a faintly hushed response. My heart was racing in an uncertain anticipation of her seductive, yet dangerously elegant hands that were still kneading my chest. My breathing was shallow but slowly returning to normal. “Good answer, sweet boi,” Maggie said just before clawing my chest in the same manner as she had clawed my back. Again, the sounds that came out of me were uncontrollable and guttural. My body tensed and my hands instinctively grabbed her by the waist in a need to hold on. My head fell back as I began to lose my energy. Maggie reached up to grab my head as I opened my mouth in a desperate attempt to catch some air. Pulling me in, she pierced my mouth with her tongue and began kissing me with a hungered need to taste my tongue, my lips and now my face. Maggie was on fire and filled with a power and strength that only she was able to control me with. Never before has another woman been able to get me to this level of desire, to this level of submission.

Her succulent lips and tongue trailed from my mouth and face to my neck and then ever so gently to my chest. I feared that something else was just around the corner. “Please, Ma’am. Please no more,” I whispered in her ear as she continued to kiss my bare chest. Fresh droplets of blood from the new scratches were appearing on the wounds. “You amaze me, sweet boi,” Maggie said in a warm soothing voice, “You obviously haven’t learned to remain silent other than to say, Ma’am responses. I also see that you feel a need to beg. So, I’ll be sure to give you a reason to beg before daylight approaches. This is nothing. Prepare yourself for what’s yet to come,” Maggie announced as both hands slapped my chest with a force that surprised me yet again. I was exhausted from the bursts of adrenaline but I was aroused more than anything. My desire to rip her clothes off and have my way with her was overwhelmingly painful. I wanted to thrust my cock inside her hot wet pussy. I wanted to feel her take me in and wrap herself around me. I wanted to suck her nipples into my mouth and bite them with the force that she was inflicting on me. I wanted her to feel this mix of pain and pleasure too. Most of all I wanted to get her just before the point of no return and then when she thought she could no longer take the suspense I wanted her to beg for me to eat her pussy with the hunger of someone who has not eaten in days. I wanted her to beg! I wanted her to know what I was experiencing. Maybe she has before. Then again, maybe she has no clue what it is to be submissive.

My hands were still holding on to her when I felt the sting of her slaps. My reflex reaction was to grip tightly. I shook my head in disbelief and then lowered it, knowing I had yet again made a fatal error on my behalf. I could feel her body react to my hands gripping her waist. I knew I would pay for it later. She shot me an expression that said loud and clear that I had goofed again. I watched as she buttoned several, but not all, of the buttons on my shirt. She did not fasten the button on my jeans either nor zip them closed but instead began to remove my belt from the loops. The first thought that ran through my head was that she planned to whip me with my own belt. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. Instead she fashioned the belt around my neck, and pulled it snug. “Hold your pants up as we walk and should you say one word, I’ll gag you. Do I make myself clear?” Maggie said with a tug of the belt. “Yes, Ma’am,” I responded as I grabbed the waistband of my jeans. “Not one word!” was her final command as she led me to her room.