[Darn….Guess it's my turn to keep the ball rolling, though it's really hard to feel sexy with a dog in your bra]…..



Hours later, after Captain Chuck made me come so many times that I'd lost count, I was finally released from the mysterious powers that had bound me to the bed.

But even so, I couldn't move. I was completely drained, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I couldn't even summon the energy to speak.

I had never been made love to so thoroughly in my entire life. The captain was the most talented man in the entire world. Maybe even the universe.

Which led me to another train of thought. Why me? Why had he decided to punish me the way that he had? I'd seen him with the others. Their punishments usually consisted of things such as spankings, whippings, being tied up in balls, etc.

I was totally confused.

He had given me so much pleasure that my senses were still humming. He had caressed me with caring….even….dare I say it…..tenderness.

And it made no sense whatsoever to me.

I tried to speak and, to my complete and utter horror, found myself unable.

So, he had taken away my voice. Somehow, I had believed, in those incredibly gorgeous hours of pleasure, that he would relent.

It was then that I understood. He had punished me in the worst way imaginable. Not only had he taken away my voice; he had also taken away any protest I might ever have; no matter what was being done to me.

Worse still, he had figured out my little secret.

I hated being stripped of my power to choose.

He had found me out completely, and I hated him for it.

'Exactly, my pet. And now, at last, the voyage for you has truly begun.

He climbed back into the bed with me, pulling me close to him, my head level with his waist. He grasped my wrists, holding them loosely against his chest.

'Sleep, little one. Your confusion will be resolved soon enough.'

So I did.