Voyage of Self Discovery Ch. 11

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It was my darling husband who bought me this notebook, leather bound with gold trimmings, as an homage to my fifty years. It was my darling husband who also suggested I put it to good use. He even bought the pen that I have been using to write my memoirs. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to remember that it is a real story and one in which I was the centre of all attention.

So now my love life is better than it’s ever been—okay, now that I am a little over fifty it is more about the quality than the quantity, but it is still better than ever. In my time away, I learnt much about myself and even more about my relationship with my darling husband. I just felt compelled to record what have been the best years of my life.

My introduction to this new world, at the ripe young age of forty-something, had been tentative to say the least. It started with a stranger on the top deck of a cruise ship. As I watched his wife getting ravaged by another’s cock, he sat unperturbed and pleasured me past the point of no return.

It was just the start and left many a question to be answered. One by one they were, but for each which was answered another took its place. The more I found out, the more I wanted to discover, and so it was that I set embarked on my own pleasure cruise.

“You can go as fast or as slow as you want, everything is in your hands . . . mouth . . . pussy . . . and ass!” were the words of my wonderful teacher.

Given such a fantastic opportunity, I was going to make the most of every moment, and there were many. The only question now was which of the fantastic encounters would make it into my journal.

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Sunday was a day off. It seemed an eternity since I’d had one of those, nothing more to do than rest, relax and enjoy a little self-pampering. It made a change from what I would have been doing if I was still in my old job. Down there it would have been all hands to the pump stocking up and planning for the next three weeks. Yes, this next cruise was a week longer than the last one; a week more at sea, an extra week of pure enjoyment. I, for one, couldn’t wait to set sail, to be riding the high seas once more.

For today, I had my own plans. My first port of call was the secret room behind the bar, the one which functioned as a meeting place and office for the black shirts. I powered up the computer and logged on, a sudden excitement filling me as my profile appeared on the screen. Now, what was it Melodee had told me about using this system? More by trial and error than through aptitude, I managed to get myself into my preferences. I ran through the list, considering each item in turn as I built myself a profile.

The first group were more around partner preferences. MALE was an obvious yes. I moved the mouse so that the cursor was over the correct radio button and clicked. Next on the list was FEMALE. I chuckled to myself as—this was so wrong, but my heart pounded faster as I remembered both Lucy and Melodee—I clicked in the affirmative again. Finally came GROUP. Well, that could mean anything. A group of men, a group of women, or even a mixture. I guess if you counted a mixture, myself, one man and one other woman, then I had done this a few times. Another yes, followed. That was the easy bit. What came next was a bit more taxing.

First there were a couple of options around sexual tendencies. I clicked yes to SUBMISSIVE, knowing how much I had enjoyed my fleeting visit to Mistress Melodee. Next up was DOMINANT. I paused, wondering. I hadn’t been dominant yet, but seeing Melodee dressed up in her skin-tight clothing, holding a leather crop, I did wonder if this could be a new side to Bablee. I pondered for a moment, before clicking no. I’d need a few lessons before I committed to being the dominant istanbul escort one, but I so wanted Melodee to teach me.

Finally came a whole list of sexual preferences, from the totally acceptable to the downright kinky, and several I had no idea about. I read through the list, one by one.

VANILLA… ok, that was a gimme and I clicked yes.

MASTURBATION (GIVING)… yep, done that, so it was another yes.

TOYS… another yes.

ORAL (GIVING)… mmmm, I thought to myself as once more I clicked on the positive.

ORAL (RECEIVING)… another quick win as I clicked in the affirmative.

ANAL… now I was out of my comfort zone. What did it mean by anal? The word itself was obvious, but not in a sexual sense. I made a mental note, intent on finding out more before committing to a yes.

FISTING… I noted this too. Melodee would have plenty of teaching to do.

BONDAGE… blindfolds and cuffs filled my mind, remembering the previous evening with Melodee. Quickly I clicked yes and moved on.

PUNISHMENT/PAIN… this was a no. Really, could people take enjoyment from being punished? Then I remembered the crop and the way Melodee had used it on my ass. I had to admit that it was a touch exciting, but still it was a no, for now at least.

ROLEPLAY… I pondered for a moment, wondering just what type of roles would be played. Seemed innocent enough though, so I gave it a yes.

WATER PLAY… I so wanted to say yes, but all I could see in my mind was the strange contraption that I had held on my first meeting with Melodee, the one which looked like some sort of nozzle and pump. It was another no, and another entry on my virtual list to find out more about.

BUKKAKE… another one for Melodee to explain.

ELECTRO… nope, no idea so gave it a wide berth, once more adding it to teacher’s list.

PERFORMING… I pondered this one long and hard. Oh yes, I had performed so well in my short time as a black shirt. Nobody had complained so far. Seemed strange though that they were asking if I could perform—surely, I wouldn’t be doing the job if I couldn’t perform—and quickly I gave it a yes.

There were a few more entries which I really didn’t have much of a clue about, and these also got a no and an entry on my virtual list. It was becoming quite a long list. The one thing I knew is that I could always come back and update my preferences, but to start with I wanted to be confident that I knew what I was letting myself in for. The gaps… well, Melodee had offered to continue to teach me, and I had every intention of making sure she did.

Last on the screen was ANYTHING GOES… now, this one was very tempting, but I already had a long list of things I didn’t know about. For now, it was a no.

Happy I had an up-to-date profile, I turned my attention to some of the other areas of the system. I took a quick glance at the league table. There I was, sitting pretty in third behind Anthony and Ashley. Okay, so it was a bit of a false position given that the names were simply appearing in alphabetical order, but I did smile to myself.

The question on my mind was simple, what it would take to get to the top, or more importantly what it would take to impress James enough when I returned to dry land. Oh yes, I hadn’t forgotten that the jumped-up full-of-himself office clerk had set his own conditions about my role as a black shirt, nor that I already had a future appointment to show him just how successful I had been.

The thought of impressing James reminded me why I was here. Quickly I turned my attention to the appointments system, scrolling through the list of early bookings. We hadn’t set sail—in fact most passengers hadn’t even packed their bags yet—and already there was a long list of requests for the first couple of nights. After that, it dwindled down to a trickle. I could only imagine the thought process; better get in quickly before I miss out, but once onboard I can weigh up the options and be a bit more selective. Well, I had the same thought. I had better get in quickly before the best appointments go.

I scanned down the list. It was difficult to decide, but with time getting on I made my mind up. The first night was to be an easy one. A simple one on one with a guy called Sam. It would get me into the swing of things but wasn’t really going to set the world on fire when it came to reporting back to James. I needed something bigger, and what better than a birthday party, an eighteenth at that. Seems that the cruise was a coming-of-age thing, and I was putting myself in the position of being the one to make him cum.

It was enough for now. I could fill in the other days as I went, but a quick look at the clock told me I was meant to be somewhere else. I’d booked myself a little pampering time, and I sure didn’t want to miss that.

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Ten minutes later I was down in the Spa. This time, I didn’t need to press the bell as a beaming Anthony was istanbul escort bayan waiting for me, dressed in his uniform of clinging white tee-shirt and baggy massage pants. Oh, how I loved the contrast of the bright white uniform against his dark skin tone and, oh, how I loved the way his top strained against such a well-toned physique.

“Bablee,” he greeted me, a real cheeriness in his voice. “Right on time.”

“Great to see you again, Anthony,” I replied. “Should I go on down to Tanya?”

“Tanya?”

“Yes, Tanya. I booked a massage with Tanya.”

“I see. Well… she’s still… how can I say it? She’s still tied up with a client.”

“Oh, no worries. I can wait.”

“No need,” came Anthony’s cheery reply. “Tania wanted me to apologise on her behalf and asked me to make sure I took good care of you.”

“You sure? I can always come back later when it’s more convenient. I do hope that Tania isn’t too overworked, not on a Sun…”

My words tailed off as I heard a muffled scream from one of the rooms at the back of the spa. I didn’t need to ask, instantly knowing who it was. Anthony though seemed quite eager to let me know.

“Don’t worry about Tania. She really loves to be worked hard. You could say she gets so much pleasure out of it. Now, how about that massage? I’ve never had a disappointed customer yet?”

I was in too minds. I really wanted to see Tania again, but a second moaned scream told me she had her mind on other things. Anthony was nice enough—inside I smiled to myself, remembering the time he came out of the shower naked as I sat there with Melodee, and how I had gotten a first-hand view of how nice he was—but it was a relaxing massage I had come for and not a bit of rough and tumble. Could he really do the sensual bit? There again, I had come for a massage, so why not take a chance. Nothing ventured, nothing gained was the saying.

“Lead the way,” I responded, smiling back at Anthony.

We headed off in the opposite direction from Tania’s muffled moans, Anthony leading and me following behind. Behind? Well, there was a benefit in being at the back. Anthony did have the cutest behind, and I couldn’t help myself but watch how his trousers stretched tight across his ass as he strode ahead.

The room itself, unsurprisingly, was very similar to the one I had been in with Tania. There were the polished pine wall coverings, and the same padded table covered in a large white sheet. I remembered the last time I had been in one of these rooms. That time had been for a waxing. It hadn’t exactly been pleasureful, not at the time, but I did love my bare mound. This time I so hoped would be equally as fulfilling, but much more enjoyable.

“Here you go,” called out Anthony, handing me a large towel. “Strip yourself off and hop up on the table, face down. You can drape the towel over you if you’re a bit chilly or feeling shy. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Dimming the lights first, Anthony then left me alone to change. Quickly I stripped off, placing my clothes neatly on a chair, and hopped up on the table. Underneath the sheet, at one end of the table, there was something curled around in a horseshoe like shape. I guessed it was a towel or the like and nestled my head into it. As if for modesty—now that was ironic, given the enjoyment I was getting from stripping off—I placed the towel across my lower back and ass.

For some reason I found myself trembling slightly as I lay on the table. It wasn’t from cold; the treatment room was warm. So, if it wasn’t the chill in the air which had me trembling, it had to be the nervous excitement of the upcoming massage, or even the thought of that hunk of a masseur who was about to lay his hands on me. I closed my eyes and once more the vision of him standing naked filled my mind. As I lay there, I heard the door open and close.

“Comfortable?” Anthony asked.

“Very,” I replied, listening to Anthony’s footsteps as he walked towards the head of the table.

“Now, what will it be, Bablee?”

I glanced up from my restful position with my head nestled into the horseshoe. From this angle, my eyes landed on Anthony’s midriff. Slowly I moved my gaze upwards, admiring the way his tee shirt clung over his muscled torso, until finally I was looking him in the eyes. As always, he had a beaming smile on his face, permanently pleased to meet you. I smiled back, and then I noticed it, or did I just imagine it? It was in his eyes. I’m not sure exactly what it was, but there was something in the way he looked at me. Yes, looked at me, not at my face. I didn’t let on that I saw his eyes running down the length of my naked body, in fact I found it something of a compliment. I was still watching him watching me when Anthony asked again.

“What do you fancy?”

Oh, it was so tempting to give a most inappropriate reply, but I was here just for a massage, nothing else. The only problem was that I had never had a massage, so I really didn’t know how escort istanbul to answer.

“Just the shoulders?” Anthony continued, running his hands softly across the matching zone of my body. “Or maybe the arms as well? How about your legs, or feet?”

Every touch sent tingles of excitement through my skin. His fingers were so gentle, barely caressing my skin yet setting nerve endings on edge. There was another choice. I could forget the massage and just have him stroke every inch of my body.

“Front and back, or just back?” he continued. “Or do you want the whole works?”

My nose caught the rich heady scent of massage oils warming over a water bath. I breathed in deeply, filling my senses with the intoxicating fragrance. I wanted to close my eyes and savour every teasing note.

“What is it?” I asked.

“What’s what?”

“The wondrous smell. What is it?”

“That’s heaven,” Anthony responded, smiling. “It’s our most popular fragrance, especially with beautiful young ladies like yourself.”

I didn’t know whether to blush or laugh. Here he was, using beautiful and young in the same sentence, neither being words I would use to describe myself. I took another deep breath, letting the intoxicating fragrance fill my senses whilst I thought about his question. What would it be? Front, back or the full works? Well, if the feel of the massage was anything like the smell of the massage oils then there was only one response.

“Hmmm,” I finally responded. “Treat me, Anthony. Give me the works.”

I watched the smile on his face broaden, that twinkle in his eye taking on a most mischievous look as his eyes focused lower down my body.

“It will be my pleasure,” Anthony replied. “Now make yourself comfortable. We’ll start with these shoulders.”

I nestled my head back down into that horseshoe rest and listened to Anthony’s footsteps as he walked around the room. I waited excitedly for the first touch of his hands. When it came, I gasped. It wasn’t the softness of Anthony’s hands which caressed my shoulders. I had been ready for his touch. Instead, a stream of warm oil dribbled onto my skin, following the ridge of my shoulder blades before trickling down towards my spine.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as Anthony started to work the warm fragrant oils into my shoulders and upper back.

I lay there, sinking into a state of total relaxation as I breathed in the oil’s intoxicating fragrance, and Anthony worked his hands across my every curve. His touch was firm, to the point of being painful but never quite reaching the unbearable. Expertly he kneaded every ounce of tension from within, working his hands across my shoulder blades and back. When finally, he reached that strip of flesh just inside the bony ridge of my shoulders I moaned in pleasure. If this was the full works, I couldn’t wait to have Anthony run his magic over the rest of my body.

“All okay?” Anthony asked, his fingers still pressing firmly against my every knotted muscle.

“Sure is,” I responded, blissfully enjoying his every touch.

By now Anthony had me move my arms up above my head and was working my outer shoulders. I felt his fingers run down across my ribs, the tips gently grazing against my breasts as they sat there mashed into the tabletop. I never saw it, but Anthony’s eyes seemed transfixed by my motherly mounds. I’d feel his fingers nudge against my soft flesh, but not more than a teasing caress, each touch sending tiny jolts of electricity through me. Whilst I enjoyed the attention up top, I still hoped he wouldn’t forget the rest of my body.

I didn’t have long to wait. I felt Anthony slide the towel down a little, and then that same drizzle of warm oil trickled down the rest of my spine. Once more his hands worked their magic, as he worked away at my lower back. Once more I felt his fingers tease as they gently nudged at my ass cheeks, but it was nothing more than the gentlest caress. Nothing more than the hint of something more exciting… nothing more than… than the stimulation I needed to set a tingle deep inside. For once, I tried to push it out of my mind.

Anthony re-adjusted the towel, pulling it up slightly to cover up the small of my back. I could feel the edge of the towel raise across my lower buttocks and knew that a little ass cheek would be on display. Out of instinct, I pulled my legs together, hiding any signs, however small, of arousal between my legs. I felt the warm oil trickle down the length of my legs, a thin stream running from high thigh down to ankle on both sides.

Oh yes, Anthony got full marks for his efforts. The gentleness as he spread the oil across my legs was followed up by the most robust of muscular massages. Starting with the calves, he gradually worked his way upwards, working the backs of my legs as well as the sides. There were aches and pains in places I didn’t know I had them, but as he worked his magic they melted away into nothingness, and so did my reserve. Without thinking, I found myself opening my legs, allowing access to my inner thighs, not even thinking about the view I may have been giving my masseur, my towel now hiked up over my lower ass cheeks.

“That’s so nice,” I moaned back to Anthony as he worked his fingers across my inner thigh, mere inches from my ass.

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