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Starboard (Anchored 1)

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“Why don’t we check out the voyeurism rooms?”

“Lead the way, good fellow.”

We chug the rest of our drinks quickly, which probably isn’t a good idea, and then we head across the room. Tony leads me to an area where there are several doors.

“Those are the private rooms,” he says. There’s a dungeon monitor standing by the doors. “And that’s the guy who makes sure only people who are allowed to be there are there.”

I nod to the monitor as we walk by. Once again, I’m wearing a bracelet that lets the world know I’m drinking tonight: not playing. Still, it’s nice that in spite of the alcohol, we can watch the fun. We walk over to a hallway and head down it. There are windows and doors on either side.

“These are the voyeur rooms,” he says. “Let’s see what’s happening tonight.” The hallway already has several people watching different scenes in the rooms. The doors are all closed, and presumably locked, so the couples inside can have the illusion of privacy. Of course, all of the windows are wide open, so the privacy is very, very limited.

We walk down the hall, glancing in the different rooms. The first one has a submissive in a sexy sailor costume. It’s appropriate in keeping with the theme of the club. Anchored is all about nautical things, after all.

I wonder what sparked the owner’s interest in oceans and ships and adventures. Who the hell converts a cruise ship into a sex club? I mean, it works, but it’s really not something most people would think of doing.

I certainly never would.

Most sex clubs are either in the warehouse district or hosted in private homes. I’ve never been to one on the water. I’ve never been to one that’s as nice, as private, or as interesting as Anchored.

I understand the owner needs his privacy, but damn, I wish Tony would talk about the guy. I imagine he must have been a sailor in the navy or perhaps he was raised on stories of pirates and lore. I’m not sure. Either way, I’m enjoying my time at Anchored, and I’m very much enjoying the view of the little sailor submissive.

She’s kneeling on the floor with her arms tied behind her back. Her Dom is in full fetwear: leathers and a vest. He’s wearing boots, and when he steps in front of her, she leans down and kisses them.

She doesn’t look disturbed by this.

In fact, when she looks up at him, her eyes spark with passion and excitement.

She’s looking forward to the way they’re going to play.

She wants to please him, and judging by the way he’s looking down at her, he’s going to please her, too. Tony and I watch for a few minutes as the Dom pulls her breasts out of the tiny top. He attaches nipple clamps, and then he kisses her and pulls her to her feet.

I’m getting hard watching the scene, which isn’t embarrassing. Not her. At Anchored, I think every male is walking around with a continuous hard-on. It’s part of the fun.

The Dom bends his sub over the bed and kneels behind her. She’s leaning forward over the bed her breasts shake and bounce as he kisses her thighs. He flips up her skirt, giving the people watching a lovely view of her ass and shaved pussy.

Then he licks her, and she starts to groan.

Tony and I watch the scene play out. We’re both quiet, caught up in our own thoughts as we watch. I’m guessing it’s not this couple’s first time playing together. It can’t be. They work far too well together. They complement each other perfectly.

By the time the scene finishes, I’m anxious and horny, but I’m not ready to go home and jerk off alone. I want to see another scene. I want to see more of what happens at Anchored.

“Let’s see what else is going on,” I say to Tony, and he nods. We walk past two other rooms where various things are happening, but at the third room, I stop.

“It’s the girl from the other night,” Tony points out the obvious. It’s the brunette. It’s Christina.

She’s scening with a different person tonight. It’s not the tall, beautiful Dominatrix she was with last week. That’s not unusual. A lot of people enjoy mixing things up and playing with different partners. Tonight, Christina is playing with a Dom who is about her height. He’s thin and lanky. There’s no way he could physically restrain her, but then, tonight doesn’t seem to be about that.

No, for the couple, tonight seems to be about seeing how well she can follow orders and whether she’ll be rewarded or punished. They’re already halfway through the scene when we arrive, and we watch as he has her kneel and stand and kneel again. She seems tired, and maybe a little bored, but she obeys him over and over again.

“Wow,” Tony mutters. “Where’d she find this guy? They have no chemistry. At all.”

“You’re telling me.”

When she gets a movement right, the man rewards her with a kiss. When she gets one wrong, he bites her. She doesn’t seem to enjoy that. The tension builds, but nothing really happens.

“He’s not even trying to make her come,” I have to say it. A man beside me murmurs in agreement.

“What the hell is he doing?” A submissive beside Tony speaks up. “She’s bored out of her mind. She should safeword and leave.”



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