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The night air blew nicely through the open corridors of the riverboat cooling the sweat that was still dripping down my face and body. The scratches were stinging and itching as sweat rolled over each of the wounds. I fidgeted as we walked, trying to rub the scratches with my shirt so the itching would subside. “Stop flounder back there,” Maggie said without faltering in stride. I was beginning to wonder what was next as we rounded a corner and I could see two housemaids walking in our direction. “Ma… Ma’am.” I began to say in a desperate attempt to let her know I did not feel comfortable being paraded around as a pet for others to see. Her abrupt stop caught me off guard and I walked right into her. She quickly spun around with the tips of her hair brushing across my face as she did. The housemaids were now a few doors away and I could see their delight in this public display of submission. The look I received from Maggie was one that I had not seen before. Maybe it was because I had never been with a Dominatrix before. I don’t know. I had to wonder if this was who Ms. Maggie Allure really was. Releasing the belt from her hand she reached in her purse and pulled out a pair of white-laced panties. Obviously the ones she had removed before returning to the dinner table earlier this evening. She pried my mouth open and forced the panties inside. Instantly I could taste the sweetness of her pussy juices in my mouth. She had been wet before removing them from her body and they were covered in her sweet wet taste. Grabbing the belt again she returned to walking me down the corridor as if nothing had happened. “Good evening, Ms,” both housemaids said as they walked past us. Maggie returned the greeting and continued to walk. I looked away from their stares but noticed that both of them were overtaken with a lustful look of arousal. Initially I was embarrassed but now as I continued to walk away with Maggie pulling me along and gag in mouth, I felt a sense of belonging. I belonged to her and not in some ownership sort of way but well, in a willingness to relinquish my identity as I’ve known it all along and be who she wanted me to be. It felt right. Deep down this was who I knew I was. Belonging to someone else. Yes, I truly belonged to her! If but only for this night, it felt incredible! I belonged to Ms. Maggie Allure!

As we approached her room another housemaid was standing at the entrance with fresh towels in hand. “Shall I draw a bath for you, Ms?” asked the maid. “No. That won’t be necessary tonight. Just leave the towels in the bathroom and close the door on your way out,” Maggie commanded as we entered her cabin. This must have been one of her private housemaids because she had absolutely no reaction to what was going on with this beautiful lady and myself. It was as if it was commonplace to see her pulling someone along by a makeshift leash. “Yes, Ms. and the wait staff will be here in just a few moments with your dinner from earlier, “ said the housemaid as she scurried around to supply the bathroom with the fresh towels. I was left to stand in the center of the room. Looking around I subconsciously let go of the grip on my jeans and began to reach for the panties still in my mouth. “Did I give you permission to do anything other than stand there?” came Maggie’s words in a warm sultry hush as she walked up and stood with her body pressed against mine. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she spoke and the smell of her perfume was maddening to my senses. Unable to speak I lowered my hands and gathered the waistband of my jeans again. “Drop to your knees, little boi,” she went on to say ever so softly, “You’re not worthy of looking into my eyes right now.” She pressed her hands to my shoulders gesturing for me to lower myself to her dominance. This wasn’t any better I thought. Now I’m knelt before her at a level that could be nothing more than torturous. I could smell everything about her and I craved to taste her pussy in my mouth. “Look up, sweet boi,” Maggie whispered realizing the possible thoughts dancing around in my mind. Her hands were now holding the sides of my head still. “I know what your thinking and you’re not worthy of that right now either,” she said with a teasing grin. She walked away and lowering my gaze back down I exhaled a deep breath of frustration.

The maid was walking toward the bed to pull back the covers when the silence in the cabin was broken, “You’re done now, thank you. You may leave.” As the housemaid exited, the waitress from earlier entered the room shutting the door behind her. She was wearing a fresh outfit and her hair had been done up nicely. She looked refreshed and ready for her role in this mysterious yet seductive evening of events.

“Stand and come here to me, sweet boi. I want out of this dress,” Maggie said with the sweetest of invitations. Standing to my feet I walked over and let go of the grip on my jeans. Reaching up I began to assist in removing her dress. Her skin was soft to the touch and her color was a smooth milky white. Her breasts were soft but firm and as I remembered from earlier in the day, full. Nipples stood at attention as the air in the cabin hit their nakedness. I wanted desperately to touch her. My hands rebelliously cupped her breasts and my thumbs began to stroke her hard nipples. Her hands wrapped around my wrists bringing my actions to a stop. “That, sweet boi, is not permitted,” Maggie said as she removed my hands from her breasts and smiled flirtatiously. She sat down on a nearby loveseat covered in fine crushed velvet with all her naked glory as she motioned for the waitress woman to bring the food cart over. The waitress poured her a fresh glass of wine and busily hurried with the task at hand. “Step out of your pants and continue to remove the rest of your clothes, little boi,” Maggie said as she began to indulge in her late night feast. I kicked off my shoes and did as she commanded. I could feel myself becoming further aroused as I thought how hot this scene must look from a spectator’s point of view but it was even hotter knowing that I was actually a part of it all.

As my clothes fell to the floor and I was now in all my nakedness before her, I began to reach for the belt that was still wrapped around my neck. “No! Keep that on and before you think of doing anything with your gag again, don’t,” Maggie commanded of me. As she patted the floor with her beautifully delicate foot and finely pedicured toes she said, “Come and kneel beside me. You must be ravenous by now, my sweet little boi. Come. Let me feed you some food as our guest stretches out across the bed and plays with herself until we’re finished.” I lowered to my knees at her side and she slowly removed her makeshift gag from my mouth. She then extended a forkful of food and began to feed me as if I was helpless in feeding myself. I continued to look at her as we ate our late night meal. While she watched the waitress touching her bare pussy between spread legs she began to place bites of food on her thigh, belly, breasts and at the top of her pubic hairline. “Eat up, little boi, you’re going to need your energy,” Maggie said in a soft sensual whisper. I followed the trail of food she was leaving for me to eat. Licking her body everywhere I could to make sure that there was no trace of food remaining. The taste of the food was delicious but tasting her was a sweet sensation that I was willing to indulge in all night long. Her hand rested on my head as I ate my final bite of food that had been placed just above her pussy. Her nails began to soothingly scratch my scalp and neckline. Goose bumps covered my body as I licked the patch of hair between her legs. She grabbed a handful of my hair and raised my head so that she could look into my eyes with hers, “No no, my sweet boi, you’re not deserving of tasting me there. Remember you had a need to beg earlier this evening and I’ll see to it that you get that need met.” She playfully pushed me away and reached for her wine glass. “Go over and stand facing the foot of the bed,” was my next command as she stood with glass in hand and began to walk over to the nightstand at the other end. “You can stop what you’re doing,” Maggie said to the waitress who was obviously enjoying herself to an almost near climactic finish. “I want you to get on your hands and knees and back your ass up to my little boi.” My cock was standing erect and I was feeling an increase in arousal as I felt the hem of the woman’s uniform skirt touching my naked thighs. “Place your hands on our guest’s hips, sweet boi, and remain still while I prepare things,” Maggie commanded. “Yes, Ma’am,” I responded as I could feel the head of my cock touching the wet juices of the waitress’ pussy. A slight moan came from both of us as we anticipated what was to come next.