Ship of Remorse

I stepped in and was alarmed to see her wearing a white uniform. I could not help recalling my two years of servitude aboard The Scarlet Letter where the starched white-clothed women were the source of much torment.

“Strip. You’re to be showered and cleansed.”

The matronly woman stood over me as I removed and folded my clothing. She pointed to a chair as a likely receptacle. When I returned she silently motioned with her hand and I dutifully followed her signals, lifting my arms and assuming a most humble stance of spread feet and hands clasped together at the back of my neck.

She approached and gruffly rubbed her hands all over me as if frisking me for a weapon. Her fingers found my genitalia and briefly kneaded my pudendum.

“You’re well shaved. Good. You’d be surprised how many girls don’t follow instructions. Into the bathroom. Get on all fours.”

The bathroom was filled with equipment. Miss Starched White had assembled quite a bit of medical stuff. I began to become concerned about my easy $50. Particularly when she snapped on latex gloves and lubricated my anus.

“Just a quart to start. Warm and soapy. We’ll need you nice and clean. Two or three fills should have you running clear.”

I suppose my experiences aboard the ship had programmed my reaction. I calmly knelt while the harridan filled my bowels not once but three times, the whole while blathering about her past life as a punishment nurse at a girls reformatory school.

“Now those were fun times,” she chortled as she gave the command to expel the final the rinse. “Catering to hairless little slits. I had them squirming every time.”

I had grown tired of walking about the hotel room naked and full of the slushy liquid. I ran to the bathroom with her words permitting release.

A shower followed. The woman soaped me like I was a child, ensuring that every crevice was clean. With my internal cleansing, the large sudsy sponge felt good and I became tremendously relaxed.

Then Madam Chang entered. It was time to be inspected and another pair of feminine hands explored every inch of my flesh.

“I want her well oiled, inside and out. Start her flow. These guys are good payers and with a proper display the evening will be very lucrative. Bring her in leashed. You know the routine.”

Madam Chang left. It was interesting that she wore the same garment or an identical one to that worn the day before in Ernie’s office.

Miss Starched White turned to me and smiled. I felt like a staked goat, standing naked and completely vulnerable.

Spread about on the bed was an assortment of items. A large bottle of baby oil was produced. Her gloved hands smeared my entire body. She was quick and brusque and within minutes I was indeed oiled. For my vagina and rectum a tube of KY jelly appeared and the substance was liberally applied to both passages.

Miss Starched White completed her task by grasping a breast in each hand and not only soothing lubricant over the sizable surface but also as suggested, pinching my nipples and beginning my flow.

I immediately sprayed my essence of course and the large, dour woman stepped back and laughed.

“Yes, you’re certainly going to get some attention tonight.”

She led me to a mirror for no other reason than to humiliate me. My white skin shined back at me. I was indeed quite the sight with milk dripping from nipples highlighted by breasts, which seemed to glow in reflecting light.

Among the paraphernalia lying on the bed were strips of cloth. I soon found myself with my arms pulled behind my back with my right wrist tied to my left elbow and my left wrist tied to my right.

“Oriental in technique. Madam’s clients will be most appreciative.”

A leather neck collar with leash finished the simple bondage. At that point I earnestly questioned the ease with which I would earn the $50.

“I’m afraid you’ll need to be blindfolded for the walk. The hotel is very sensitive about who is aware of the location of Madam Chang’s entertainment room. Very hush, hush... as you’ll see.”

Another strip of cloth was tied around my head covering my eyes. I felt tension on the leash.

“Come.”

The woman was very gentle in pulling and guiding me about on the leash. Perhaps she had some degree of compassion, perhaps her experience told her that blindfolded and subjugated girls naturally complied with tugs and commands.

The door to the room opened and we exited. With my lubrication

, not only between my cheeks but within every crevice, walking furnished a strangely erotic sensation. But my heart raced knowing that we were in the hotel corridor and waiting for the elevator seemed like an eternity.

What if guests were encountered?