The image of a Mistress. I said hello and she ushered me inside and I followed her into what was the lounge room. “Strip” she said “let me see if you obeyed me”. “Yes Mistress” I replied and quickly undressed. She walked around me and nodded. Obviously I passed muster. “Come” she said and led me to a bathroom. “Go in there, give yourself an enema and shower” she said. I immediately went in and flushed out my neither region and showered. I came out fresh and clean and with an erection. She just glanced at my cock but said nothing. Again she told me to follow her and we walked into what would have been a bedroom. I got quite a shock. I was expecting to be alone with her but there were already two people in the room. The room was furnished with an “X” against the back wall and strapped to it was a guy completely naked. In the centre of the room was a sort of bench about three foot tall and spread face down was a naked female. Around her waist was a large strap holding her down. “I have. It was really a pair of panties. The top on me was nothing but a pretense at modesty. I had barely a bump in the cloth to show it's purpose, I did put on a skirt and tee shirt for dinner a couple of nights. The guys were in jeans and swimsuits, since that was about all available in the shops.For five days I did very little but sleep and relax. Yeah I took it up the rear from The Brit more than once. I also took a lot of grief from Karl because I wouldn't screw him. There were plenty of willing girls on board, but he really didn't have a winning personality. Which was fine for the business he was in.I went to one of the lounges after dinner. I got a glimpse of The Brit with a pretty boy and was a little disappointed. I knew deep down that it was my faulty. The Brit owed me nothing and I knew he was basically a gay leaning bisexual with absolutely no obligation to me whatsoever. I could handle that. Okay Maybe I could handle that.On the last night I got drunk but I wasn't drunk enough.
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