Many Ways to Dominate on a Cruise (Part 2)
Following-up on Part 1: Cucking, submission in sex, how my Master is my sex gatekeeper and why my Master is always right — more observations from our recent cruise together.
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Cucking
In the absence of an appropriate definition in the Oxford dictionary worth repeating, let me define cucking (in case it’s necessary) as engaging intimately with another person while ignoring the partner or denying their participation. It is another form of control my Master used on this vacation, as I recall the time he invited another guy to our hotel room during our continued travel in Portugal after the cruise. He had the guy give him a massage when I was sick. Actually, it happened twice. Usually he prefers I join him in his play with other subs, sometimes for me to guide them in how to serve him properly in sex. But since I got sick this became cucking.
With one hookup I was ordered to wait hidden in the kitchen, being completely ignored while I could hear him being pleased by the other guy. With the other guy he brought over, he let me stay in the room. I wasn’t really excited to watch. I’m not a voyeur like him. I mostly enjoy participating, but that wasn’t an option since I was locked. However, being seen not participating is probably more degrading than being hidden while he’s having his fun. Or maybe that’s just me, the exhibitionist, because the way I’m seen often adds to my excitement.
Submission in sex
Once again, sex is not the main form of his control over me. But it’s important too, of course. He made me suck him off to completion at the beginning of the cruise. I can’t remember if I was locked but it doesn’t matter. My dick doesn’t matter. It’s always out of sight with him. What’s important is his pleasure. It’s been years since I worried about cumming while with any other man. And now that I’m required to always be locked when I’m with others, cumming is not an option anyway. And I’m totally fine with it. I love pleasing guys and I love pleasing my Master.
He has specific ways he likes to be pleased. A certain way he likes to get sucked. Using my hands together while sucking. And rimming him deep until he’s ready to cum or to fuck me. Breed me, usually. It just frustrates him that my douching takes so long, but it’s his prerogative to order me to douche whenever he wants.
He’s my sex gatekeeper
If I want to play with anyone, they have to pass his standards. That eliminates more than half of my potential hookups even when I’m away from him and he’s controlling me remotely, but it really restricts my hookups on the cruise to a minimum. He can see them in person and if he doesn’t find them worthy, his decision is usually final. I told you already how that frustrated me on a previous cruise, when I wanted to play with a very muscular Asian guy I thought was the hottest guy around. That experience more than anything may have trained me to curb my enthusiasm and learn I’m not on any cruise for sex. It’s great if I can have it, but I learned I shouldn’t expect it. So I was grateful for every opportunity to fool around on this cruise, but it was a little easier to manage my disappointment when I couldn’t play with one guy or another due to my Master’s restrictions, whether he vetoed a guy, or the guy wanted to kiss, which my Master didn’t allow, trying to protect us from respiratory diseases.
As the sex gatekeeper, my Master can also choose to bring anyone to join us, and in all our years together there was only one time I refused to play with the other guy, and that really pissed him off. Unless I’m terribly turned off, he expects me to play along with whomever he brings, though we often have a different taste in guys.
On this cruise there was one guy he invited over. A big daddy I sucked off on the dick deck whom my Master somehow convinced to come back to our room and submit to him. The guy really didn’t plan on bottoming, but he bottomed for my Master. This daddy’s dick didn’t taste great to me after all the action he got on the dick deck, so I wasn’t really hot for him anymore, but it no longer mattered. My Master really enjoyed using him and I had to play along.
My Master is always right
Those restrictions are easier to accept once you realize Master is always right. Sometimes that reaches the absurd, like when he insisted on using his drone even after the police had warned him and had taken a photo of his ID. Or when he insisted on following the route indicated by Apple Maps to the summer palace of the Portuguese royalty, even when Google Maps, Uber, and a street sign pointed to somewhere that was quite far. Despite his error, when we were able to get a ride more easily from the location indicated by Apple, he celebrated it as a triumph. He had decided to take a risk and continue following Apple’s route although we were in a rush. Luckily for him, it paid off. It further reaffirmed what he was already convinced of: he’s always right.
I learned that it doesn’t really matter if my Master is wrong, because he doesn’t want to hear that and it can annoy him. It’s not fun to get on his bad side. So even though I like to be right too and I have a hard time giving up when I know I’m right, I learned I had to. Being right shouldn’t matter. Only pleasing him matters.