CHAPTER TEN
The level of trust they had in each other set the tone for their
relationship, which became warmer and deeper as the months passed
quickly. Their sexual activities always involved very hot, but
loving, dominant/submissive play. Monica derived a great deal of
satisfaction from simply serving him. Sometimes it was in small ways,
like bringing him his coffee and sitting at his feet for a while. At
other times, they would engage in semi-formal training where Cole
would show her how to dry him after he stepped out of the shower or
how to pose herself in the sexiest positions for his visual enjoyment.
Above all, they were deeply in love.
It was not a complete fantasy world, however. They each had important
responsibilities that demanded a great deal of their time. Their
dominant/submissive relationship fulfilled some basic inner needs, but
it also provided a form of escape from the daily stress of life in the
business world. Monica was becoming an expert at changing roles when
she left work. It was becoming quite natural to be forceful and
assertive by day, submissive and loving by night. She felt a sense of
balance in her life that had never existed before.
Cole became a bit wrapped up in major contract negotiations involving
a new method of programming traffic computers to regulate the flow of
traffic on city streets. His fee would be substantial if he could
arrange the kind of terms that he was hoping for.
When the contract was signed he estimated that his planned retirement
date had been moved up by at least a year. Monica had also finished a
major marketing project and they felt like they needed to take a
little time off. Sitting in the living room with glasses of
Johannesburg Riesling, they discussed travel possibilities that could
be arranged on short notice.
Considering the limited time that was available, they decided to
vacation someplace within a day's drive.
"Have you ever been to Victoria?" he asked. "It's only about three
hours away by ferry. We'll need to check the ferry schedules."
"I've heard a lot about it, but haven't been there myself," Monica
replied. "In fact, I've never been on any of the ferries. I'd love
to go there!"
The Canadian city of Victoria was isolated from the mainland on
Vancouver Island and was only accessible by air or by ferry. A fleet
of passenger and auto ferries plied the waters of Puget Sound to
provide the vital transportation links. They made reservations for
three nights at a quiet hotel in Downtown Victoria.
On Thursday, Cole removed the center seat from the minivan to provide
a large empty space inside the vehicle. In the wee hours of Friday
morning, they loaded their bags and drove North to Anacortes.
At 7:30 AM they parked in the waiting line at the ferry terminal.
They watched from dockside as the sturdy ship maneuvered for docking.
The huge hydraulic ramp was deployed from the dock to match up with
the great door in the stern. The smell of salt water and the cries of
the seagulls blended with the manmade odors of machinery and the
sounds of automotive engines. Monica counted seventy cars and trucks
racing up the ramp from the vehicle deck and stopping to wait again at
the U.S. customs terminal.
When they were allowed to drive onto the ferry, Cole was pleased that
the minivan had been allocated a parking place in one of the darker
corners of the vehicle deck. They would have over three hours to kill
while the ferry made its way through the narrow channels of the San
Juan Islands before arriving at the Canadian port of Sidney.
As soon as people parked their cars, they all went upstairs to the
passenger decks for coffee and sightseeing. Cole and Monica waited
until the deck was deserted, then moved into the rear of the minivan.
A pile of blankets and pads covered most of the floor. They undressed
quickly, then got under a soft down comforter. The rocking motion of
the ship indicated that they were underway and Cole pulled a set of
their favorite leather wrist cuffs from under a nearby pillow.
He used the wrist restraints and some spring clips to attach Monica's
hands to the base of the bench seat at the rear of the minivan's cargo
compartment. Protected by the nearly black windows, he spent the next
half hour seeing how close he could get Monica to coming without
actually letting her climax. His favorite technique was to simply
lick her clitoris until she started to wiggle her hips. Then he would
stop for a while and kiss his way up her perfect tummy to her
delightfully protruding nipples. The throbbing of the ship's engines
easily covered her happy noises.
When he felt like he was nearing his own limit, he unfastened her
restraints from the base of the seat and they moved up onto the seat
itself. Cole sat down first, then ordered Monica to service him
orally. Kneeling on the floor between his knees, she demonstrated a
natural, but not fully developed, talent for fellatio. He had to stop
in just a few minutes, as he could feel his orgasm already starting to
develop.
"You're getting too good at that, my little slut girl. Come up here
with me now, I have plans for you"
"Let's hurry Master, I need you inside me now!"
"Kneel on the seat with one knee on either side of me. That's right.
Lower yourself onto my cock... God that feels good!"
Feeling his manhood engulfed in her soft warmth was an exquisite
sensation. Before he could lose himself in this sensual bliss, he
reminded her to clip her leather wrist cuffs to the hooks that he had
installed along the ceiling where normal people would hang clothing.
This position placed her delectable breasts right at Cole's mouth
level and provided Monica with leverage to raise and lower herself on
his ironhard phallus. When she rested all her weight on him, the seat
cushions were compressed and the throbbing vibration of the ferry was
transmitted deep into her body. She also found that she could rub her
overheated clit on Cole in a most satisfying way.
"Oh Master, that feels so good! I can feel the vibration way up
inside me!"
"You may come whenever you want, my dear." He took great delight in
fondling and punishing her breasts for as long as possible. With her
arms extended to the corners of the minivan's roof line, her breasts
were displayed in just the manner he liked. He pinched the sensitive
nipples and slapped her firm globes to watch them jiggle.
The moderate pain in her mammary erogenous zones soon combined with
the vibrations in her womanly core to launch the first of several
massive orgasms. "I'm coming Master!" she cried out.
Cole was thankful that the sounds of her guttural screams and grunts
were absorbed by the noisy environment on the ferry. He held out as
long as he could, but when he discovered that the springy seat cushion
would allow him to thrust and withdraw to suit his own inner rhythm,
it was all over. His uncontrollable muscular exertions lifted and
dropped Monica repeatedly, forcing her to climax again.
When they were able to speak again, they laughed together at the
steamed up windows, then noticed that it was growing cold inside their
private play chamber. Cleaning up and dressing in warm clothes, they
left the minivan and went upstairs to join the other passengers.
They huddled close together at the rail as they watched the forested
islands slip by, so close they could almost reach out and touch them.
The clean, chill breeze soon drove them back inside for coffee and a
warmer observation point inside the main cabin. Several passengers
remained at the rail to watch for killer whales. Shortly before noon,
they arrived at Sidney, on Vancouver Island.
Driving off the ferry, they waited in line for the Canadian Customs
agents to ask the usual questions of all the drivers. The cuffs and
other toys were hidden from view, since they had been warned by
friends that kinky toys were sometimes confiscated at the border.
Cole had been very careful to leave his handgun at home. The Canadian
government didn't even trust its own citizens with guns and they were
certain to come down hard on any barbaric American who might dare to
defy their laws. He noted the familiar sign he had seen before at the
customs station which read "NO OFFENSIVE WEAPONS". He had once asked
a customs agent what might constitute a defensive weapon, but the only
anwer he got was an hour long search of his vehicle. This time the
only surprise was the fact that pepper spray was banned in Canada and
Monica was relieved when she remembered that she had left hers in
another purse. Apparently self defense was not supposed to be an
option for Canadians.
They made the half hour drive into Victoria and checked into their
hotel around one in the afternoon. Although the English style shops
and buildings were interesting, the usual cloudy weather made Victoria
somewhat dreary looking. Monica announced, "Aren't the English
supposed to be famous for their tea? I could sure use some right
now."
"Funny you should mention that," Cole said, "I was just going to
suggest that we have high tea." Walking a few blocks to a busy,
crowded tea shop, they ordered the shop's version of high tea, which
included a large plate of tiny tuna and cucumber sandwiches as well as
various biscuits with jam. The tea itself was served at the perfect
piping hot temperature and was brewed to the ideal intensity.
Feeling fortified and wearing their favorite walking shoes, they set
out on foot to explore downtown Victoria. Monica was thrilled at the
English atmosphere as they passed numerous shops selling souvenirs and
imports from Mother England. That evening, they dined at a restaurant
which replicated old English culture from the Shakespearean era. In
the courtyard out front, there was a set of antique wooden stocks that
reminded them of their kinky friends back home.
In their hotel that evening, they realized that loud sexy noises would
not be appropriate, so they snuggled in the comfortable bed for a
while, then happily engaged in quietly dominant and silently
submissive sex. They fell asleep in each other's arms and didn't
awaken until late the next morning.
They spent Saturday exploring the area by car, visiting a fort, a
lighthouse and the famous British Columbia Museum next to the
Parliament Building. Something about Victoria was making them
terrible horny, because they returned to their hotel room and fucked
like bunnies whenever they could.
They returned home on Monday, sore from too much sex. In order to be
ready for work on Tuesday, Monica needed to return to her own
apartment that night. "I sure wish I could stay here tonight,
Howard," she whined seductively.
"I wish you could too. We're going to have to do something about that
soon."
