Deep Sea Fishing

by Fixed Form

 

Luke viewed this upcoming trip with his new friends with excitement and trepidation. He had just moved into town from the other side of the country to start a new life. The talk about this trip had started over the lunch table at work and soon everyone was looking at Luke for his answer. "Ok, I’ll go, but don’t expect much from me as I have a tendency to get sea sick" The issue was settled, and so here he stood on the edge of the marina, looking for his co-workers who absolutely promised this would be the greatest trip of his life and one, which he would not forget.

As we assembled on the dock, my co-workers began to joke and roughhouse, as any group of men will do when there are no women around. I felt a little out of place for not joining in their fun, first I was new to the group and second, even-though I felt I was an average guy, I was always a bit aloof from this form of male behavior. I began to wonder if I had made a mistake for joining them on this trip of old comrades. The yells grew louder as the leader of the group and the "captain" of the boat returned from the marina shack carrying a heavy and might I add, pungent cooler of freshly cut bait. The "crew" quickly ran around as if trying to form an inspection line and in the rush and confusion, I was knocked into the cold water. Yells of "woman overboard" and general laughing filled my ears as my head popped back above the water. I swam to a nearby ladder and climbed back up to the dock, soaked from head to toe with the brackish seawater.

"Welcome to the Club!" said Rick as he placed the bait cooler into the boat and donned his captain’s hat. "There should be some dry clothes in a duffel bag on the bunk below deck." he offered with a smile and a wink to the rest of the crew. I began to wonder what kind of fraternity initiation I just walked into.

As a climbed aboard and went downstairs to dry off, I could hear Rick take charge and bark out a slew of commands for casting off. I knew Rick was talented and driven at work, but I could tell he was really in his element as four of his coworkers scrambled at his commands around the ship to make it ready for today’s journey. I closed the hatch and the blinds on the portholes. As I started to strip my wet and smelly clothes as I felt the powerful V-8 engine rumble to life and rev-up. Soon, I had dried myself off and rinsed out my old cloths and set them on the front deck through the exit hatch to let them dry. It was at that moment, the moment I was naked and not feeling too good about being "accidentally" bumped into the water that a bigger problem presented itself; my seasickness. I had always been susceptible to boughts of sickness, and now it was threatening to overcome me quickly. I reached and opened the duffle bag with the knowledge that if I didn’t get on deck soon to watch the horizon, I would be done for, spending the rest of the trip in this small bunk, tossing my non-existent breakfast into the trash can.

It was then with horror that I realized the complete scope of my position as I pulled out a short shiny royal blue pleated silk shantung skirt with a matching shiny white silk shantung sailor’s blouse, cut low to show a generous bust, puffy short sleeves and a cropped high waist. The blouse had the required white silk shantung shoulder flap with blue piping and a royal blue silk shantung kerchief tied into a rather large and stiff bow, which would just hide the tops of the breasts. So this was the initiation. I was to be their "cabin girl"! Was this kind of humiliation and trickery the price that the rest of the crew paid at one time or another? I pondered for a second and felt that maybe one or two would have gone through this, but certainly not Rick, he was the orchestrator, not the band, and it was he who sent me down here to this very duffle of women’s clothes.

As if to answer my own questions, Rick was knocking on the bulkhead, "Everything alright in there honey? I know you might be feeling a little green, so I put some seasickness medicine in the bottom of the duffle. Hurry up and get dressed, the men are getting thirsty and you are the only barmaid on this craft."

"By the way." He added, "If your wondering about your other clothes, well they slid off the side of the deck when we hit that last wave."

Upon hearing Rick’s comment, the rest of the guys chuckled and began to talk of how good it would be if they had a beer about now. I suppose I should have been upset and stormed out of the little cabin in my towel to tell them where they could get off and generally deflate their puffed egos. But as I looked out the small port-hole on the side of the cabin, I saw that we were already far out to sea. Since it was now obvious they were all in it together, if I refused to play along, they could easily overpower me and make this afternoon most unpleasant. So that really only left one choice, and to be honest, I was quite intrigued with the thought of playing out this fantasy for them.

I looked through the duffel and set the rest of the contents on the bunk. There was exactly one change of clothes, so either they would not throw me over again or they had another change of clothes stashed somewhere else. In addition to the silk shantung sailor’s suit, the duffel contained a white satin push-up bra, a pair of "C" cup silicon forms, a white satin girdle, white pantyhose, a pair of white patent leather boat shoes with two inch heels, a matching two inch white patent leather belt and purse, a royal blue silk shantung sailor’s upturned cap, a medium length curly blond wig and finally a fair size make-up case. Obviously, Rick had put a lot of time into this effort and I’m sure the outfit was my size, but as I opened the make-up bag with all its contents, I knew this was going to take awhile to put on. So I mustered up my courage and with a thousand butterflies in my stomach I voiced my acceptance.

"Ok Rick, I’ll be your cabin girl, but it will take at least an hour to put this all on, you may have to get the first beer yourselves."

"Ok" Rick said, "But make it quick, I’ll give you exactly fifty-five minutes, otherwise I’ll set you out on a life raft naked with no food or water behind the boat for the rest of the trip. So I think you have a fairly easy choice here. We know you won’t be a beauty queen, but I think you’ll agree, to be any kind of female in a under an hour will be better than to be a dehydrated lobster for the rest of the day. Don’t you agree?"

If I thought Rick was strong willed before, I now knew he was downright controlling, and he enjoyed it! "OK, fifty-five minutes" I weakly responded.

 

Ok! I thought to myself, I should be able to do this in under an hour. That is if my stomach will let me. My shock had temporarily distracted me from my rising seasickness, but now with my recent flurry of butterflies, it was coming up fast. I searched the duffle bag for this supposed seasickness medicine, but all that remained was the make-up kit. I opened the bag and was confronted with the sight of all sorts of tubes, bottles, an electric razor and other feminine accoutrements. I found my goal at the bottom of the bag, a frosty white bottle containing a thick bluish-green liquid printed with gold letters, which read "Essence of the Sea". I searched the bag for any other items which might be the medicine. Not finding any, I turned the bottle over to read the directions. All that was written was the phase, "Take one dose per 30 minutes until satisfied with results." These were strange instructions, as it didn’t have all of the medical mumbo-jumbo as medicines did and just how much was in a dose anyway? Since I had fifty-five minutes, I figured that I could take two doses here below deck, but what about when I went above? Would they let me return for more? Should I save some if it doesn’t work at first, or maybe I should take it all at once, after all, I could easily drain the bottle in two quick gulps.

I realized I need to act fast to avoid my alternate fate in the rubber raft. Since the tables seem to be changing fairly rapid today, I decided to take half now and half before I go out, that way I won’t need to worry about missing a dose. I opened the top of the bottle and took a quick sniff. There was a slight vapor, which was clear and refreshing, not unlike the breeze outside. Putting the bottle to my lips, I quickly swallowed half of the strangely colored liquid, which warmed my insides like sherry as it went down. I recapped the bottle and began to think about my next task, becoming a sexy cabin girl!

I determined that the first thing I needed to do was removed all of the excess hair and fast! I pulled out the electric razor and shaved off all of the hair from my legs, stomach, chest, arms and face. Five minutes later, I was rubbing lotion over my smooth limbs, savoring the slick and soft feeling. I next decided it would be better to get dressed first and do my make-up last just in case I ran out of time. I started with my satin girdle and as I brought it up, I gently tucked my balls out of the way and pulled my member between my legs. My maleness was neatly compressed and stayed in place once I pulled the girdle all the way up. I then took my satin bra and made quick work of putting it on and inserted the soft and squishy breast forms. I made my adjustments and looked down at my now more feminine form with my "C" cup "breasts" and my flat front with no unsightly bulge. I then sat down on the bunk and began to slide the silky smooth white pantyhose up my legs. As I slowly encased my smoothly shaved legs in white silk, I began to wonder how Rick had managed to trap me into this situation, which by the way I told myself, I was finding quite arousing.

Then I remembered my computer at work! Of course! Rick had checked out the history and cookies of the web sites and fantasy stories I had read online. How could I have been so foolish as to leave those items! But to be completely honest, I had always secretly hoped for just this thing to happen! I have always desired to be completely controlled by forced feminization and now it was coming true. As I finished pulling up my pantyhose and slipped on my perfect white patent boat shoes with two-inch heels, my stomach was a constant flutter of butterflies, but my seasickness was nowhere to be found.

I felt it was now or never to put on my silk shantung bare midriff sailor’s outfit. As I gently caressed the stiff and shiny material, I began to worry that my male stomach would bulge out and ruin the look of the sexy outfit. I got up and looked into the full-length mirror on the head door and was shocked at what I saw! The medicine must really be playing with my head, for as I turned around and looked at myself up and down, all I saw was a sexy female body below my familiar and still masculine face. I wondered how could this happen to me. My legs were long and thin, my stomach and sides definitely had a concave shape and my arms, hands and neck looked thin, soft and delicate. I must be fantasizing now that I am about to live out my dream. How I hoped for this vision to be real, because looking at my feminized body was beginning to arouse me!

To test out the idea if I was dreaming or not, I decided to try on the outfit. If I looked as good as I do now, than I will definitely enjoy this afternoon! I quickly pulled up my blue silk shantung pleated skirt, closed the side zipper and fastened the pearlized top button without so much as taking a breath. Next, I eased the two inch white patent belt through the wide loops of the skirt and tightly fastened the gold buckle which was in the shape of a swimming mermaid. I then put my arms through the white silk shantung blouse and pulled it down over my head, worked it over my bosom and fastened the three pearlized buttons below the large and stiff shantung bow. My high cut waist band was then synched causing my "breasts" to push up to fill the blouse to the straining point. The final touch to my feminine finery was my shoulder length curly blond wig. I took the mesh skullcap and tucked all of my hair underneath and pulled it tight to my head. With the skullcap on, it was easy to place the wig over my head and it was held in place by a ring of sticky wig glue around the edge. After brushing back a few stray curls, I pinned my blue silk shantung sailor’s hat at a jaunty angle above my left ear.

Once again, I stood in front of the mirror to inspect the results. I still couldn’t believe it! But here I was, a vision of pure feminine beauty with a body to match! There must have been some kind of quick fat burning chemicals in that medicine, because I was now even thinner than I was when I first checked the mirror. I ran my soft hands up and down the slick shantung and relished in the soft noise of its rustling. I traced my fingers across my waist and up under my ridiculously large bow and gently caressed my "breasts". I was working myself up and I didn’t want to stop! I was lost for the moment in my own self-arousal when the boat hit a large wave and almost knocked me into the bulkhead!

Oh my goodness! I only had thirty-five minutes to go, and I still have so much to do! I broke my trance and realized, now that I had assembled my outfit and poured myself into it, it was time to put my face on.

I sat down at the table across from the bunk, took out the contents of the make-up bag and set them around a battery powered make-up mirror. The bag also held the key with a colored makeover sheet showing how and where to apply the assorted items. It began with the liquid foundation, which I applied with a make-up sponge on my face, ears and neck to create a completely uniform finish. I followed with a dusting of setting face powder to form a good base for the accents of my make-up. I then applied a light dusting of rose blush to my cheekbones and in the shallow between my new "breasts". Next, I focused on my eyes with a dark brown liquid eyeliner, which went above and below my eyes. After the eyeliner, I used the matching brown mascara to liberally coat my eyelashes and eyebrows. I then took out the pearlized charcoal blue eye shadow and applied it to my eyelids up to the crease, above which received a coating of pearlized silvery-blue shadow. I finished off my eyelids by blending the shadow together and pulled the edges out and down to the outer creases of my eyelids.

The final step was my lips, which I lined with a burgundy lip pencil and then preceded to coat my lips with two coats each of a deep burgundy lipstick and a clear super shiny lip-gloss. By alternating between the color and the gloss, my lips took on a deep, wet and perfectly smooth shine. Since I had coated my lips so thickly with my lipstick and lipgloss, the creases and the fine lines of my lips had been filled in and completely disappeared. The final look was so smooth and shiny, that it looked as if I had painted my lips with nail filler and after a good buffing, coated them with several coats of glossy nail polish. I was totally captivated by the thought that my lips looked as if they were really painted with a hard coating of rigid enamel. As I contemplated my made-up face with my perfectly enameled lips, I tried to focus on the rest of my work.

Now that I had put on my outfit and finished my make-up, the only few remaining items were my nails and jewelry. Thank goodness Rick had provided me with a matching set of shiny burgundy glue-on nails, otherwise, I would not have had time to paint them. I took them out of the package and noticed that the package glue had been substituted with a new bottle of superglue! Perhaps Rick was planning this game of control and submission to go on longer than just this short boat trip. The thought of remaining his submissively feminine servant sent a shiver of pleasure through me! I was glad at that moment that my member was firmly tucked in my constrictive satin girdle; otherwise I would have been tempted to help myself right there and then! I quickly pulled myself together and looked at the clock, only ten minutes remaining!

Oh! I had better make this quick. I now wanted to be complete, not for fear of being placed on the raft, but to make the best impression I could. I focused on the remaining items and determined I might not have much coordination once I put on my long and shiny nails; therefore, I should put my jewelry on first.

I pulled out the jewelry case and took a quick look at the contents, which consisted of a gold necklace with a pendant, gold earrings, a gold bracelet, a gold broche, a few gold rings and one ring without the finger hoop which I then surmised must be for my exposed belly-button. The common theme of the pieces was a finely crafted mermaid figure with sapphire eyes, facing forward, arms at her sides and her large tail turned up. The mermaid’s tail was expertly sculpted with her scales individually faceted to make her sparkle in the light. I made quick work of the bracelet, necklace, and rings. I had to use the mirror to exactly place the earrings with their screw backs and I pinned the mermaid broche to the right lapel of my silk shantung blouse to balance the leftward tilt of my cap. I capped-off my jewelry by taking the blue sapphire belly ring and pressed it into my belly button which I had half filled with a few dabs of superglue. I figured if my nails are going to be around awhile, I might as well enjoy my belly ring as well!

I was almost ready for my nails when I noticed the half empty bottle of "Essence of the Sea" medicine. I knew that at least a half hour had passed since my first dose because I only had five minutes left. Well, I figured, this elixir has taken away my seasickness so far; I had better take the rest to ensure me for the rest of the trip. With a quick turn of the cap and two swallows, I felt the familiar warmth flow through me and rest underneath my new "breasts" which seemed more sensitive than this.

Now I was ready for my nails, which I sorted by size and position. With a quick dab of superglue and a fit, twist and hold, my new nails grew one by one from drab, short and stubby circles to full one inch smooth and shiny burgundy daggers of feminine elegance. I rotated my hands back and forth and watched as my bright nails flashed in the light. I looked into the mirror and held my nails up to my smooth and shiny lips and to my delight, my shiny nails and my glossy lips matched exactly! There color, luster and smoothness matched exactly. There was no way to tell that my lips had not in fact been painted with the same gloss enamel! And so with a satisfied sigh, I thought to myself, I’ve done it!

I was finished with one full minute to spare! I got up from the table and went to look at myself in the full-length mirror on the head door. The picture which I beheld was of a sailor’s wet dream, from my silky long white legs, to my skimpy silk shantung pleated skirt, up to my bare midriff with my sparkling belly jewel, further up, the vision expands to show a long fingered hand with shiny long burgundy nails fondling a large, crisp silk shantung bow which seems to be holding in a bulging bosom which is pulsing with excitement. The silk bow splits and extends up and under the white silk shantung blouse to a long neck set-off by a sparkling gold chain, which holds the shining gold mermaid pendant. The neck gracefully leads up to a perfectly crafted, almost artificial, feminine face, fully made-up with kiss-me lips, which are being lightly touched with the other manicured hand. The entire creation is topped off with a flowing mane of golden blond curls, capped with the blue silk shantung sailor’s hat.

I starred there in disbelief that just an hour ago, I was a scrappy and average man, but now, I was the fulfillment of my fantasy! I smiled and thought that if I was this aroused, surely I will cause the same reaction in the men up above. The rough men who have tricked me into this episode, the same men who I am sure, I will be serving drinks and other satisfactions to in a few short minutes! The though of being completely sexy and subserviant to these crude beasts fills me with lust and longing! Which reminds me, if I’m going to be popping a few tops shortly, I had better bring my lipstick!

I had just finished placing the make-up I would need into the small white patent purse, when Rick knocked on the bulkhead.

"Ok missy, your time is up! It’s time to see if you’ll be serving us or if you’ll be working on a painful sunburn!"

With my mind swirling a thousand fears and reasons not to open the hatch, my stomach churning with the flutter of butterflies and my heart pounding so loud I can feel my ears burning and pulsing, I opened the hatch and prepared myself for the laughs and taunts which I had been greeted with this morning. To my surprise, all I heard after I opened the hatch was the soft slapping of the waves along the side of the boat. I felt very meek and nervous as I climbed the three steps of the ladder and presented myself for inspection by the captain and crew, which had been nothing but rowdy and loud a few short moments ago.

Finally, in what seemed like forever, I was on deck and holding for my life onto the hatch rail for fear that a sudden jar would knock me down. But in truth, I was holding so tightly to the railing for fear that these rouges would throw me overboard! Still, the men just stared at me, looking as if they had not eaten or drank in days with their mouths hanging open, some with a trickle starting to run over their lips and down their face, which brought their tongues out to lick it dry. As I stood there looking at them, they seemed to be sizing me up and weighing their different options. I again grew nervous, no longer from fear of my life, but from their silence, wondering what these packages of testosterone where thinking. I tried to fathom what was on their minds. After all, I am a man under all of this feminine finery and I should know exactly what they are thinking of doing with me. The medicine must be clouding my thoughts, because I can’t even begin to imaging what a man thinks when he looks a beautiful woman. As I beautiful yet passive sex doll, all I can think of at the moment are my three goals in life. First, was my current position of standing still and looking pretty. At the moment, I am nothing more than a man’s fantasy come to life and I am fully enjoying that so much that I am now having trouble remembering my other two talents! Oh, Yes! How could I forget my other mandates from Rick, I am their cabin girl, here to serve these fine men their drinks and clean up after their mess. And finally, my sweetest talent, my lips, hands and mouth will take pleasure in relieving these strong souls of their pent-up sexual desires. In fact, I can see my talents are already needed, as not one pair of shorts seem to be big enough to hold in their packages, the very fabric of which seems to be straining and throbbing in a most uncomfortable way!

It was at that moment that my brain clicked that my last talent was needed right away and that this would surely be the icebreaker needed. I knew I was going to start with my Rick, so strong and demanding. As an alpha male, and the captain of the ship, his suffering was the first which would be attended to. I slowly turned to face him, pouted my lips and began to sweetly suck the painted nails of my left hand while I traced the outlines of his barrel chest with the tips of my nails of my right hand. Rick shifted in his seat and with his right hand, unbelted his shorts and lowered his zipper, all the while, staring at my chest. With a quick glance up to my face every once in awhile to make sure I was really there, Rick’s eye’s were led by his desire to let his body look at what it was really interested in. I took the hint and helped him remove his shorts and boxers and as he rested back in the raised seat, the leather creaking and cracking with loud satisfaction.

I moved in closer and positioned my face right in front of his throbbing manhood. I took Rick’s pulsing rod in my hand and slowly started to pump it up and down, while I looked up into his eyes and licked my lips with greedy expectancy. Within a minute, he was dripping with pre-cum and I knew it was time to take this service to the next level. While continuing to massage my dainty hand up and down his shaft, a took my other hand and began to massage his scrotum which prompted Rick to open his legs even wider, creaking the leather as he stretched as far as he could. He closed his eyes and his chest started to expand deeply in and out as his breathing became fast and shallow. I knew I had to hurry if I was going to bring my man the ultimate in pleasure. I lowered my head until my lips were kissing the top of his throbbing hood and I began to lick and kiss with each pump. Rick was now fully in his happy place and he was moaning softly while I tended to his needs.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew silently stared with rapt attention and hopeful expectancy of my attention to their hungry members.

Rick’s body was now moving back and forth with the rhythm of his needs and on an up thrust of his member, I took it into my mouth, wrapped my wet lips around him and push my head down as far as I could. On his down stroke, I sucked as hard as I could while pulling up, making sure not to let go. Now with his strong and pulsing shaft lubricated with my lipstick, I pumped, sucked and licked with slippery expectation. I wouldn’t have to wait for long, because I could feel his veins and balls start to quiver and suddenly my mouth was filled with his hot and salty treat.

I immediately began sucking as fast as I could, breathing quickly through my nose in short breaths between swallows. As soon as I ingested a load of his hot cum, more would shoot onto the roof of my mouth where it would stick until I licked it and gulped it down. I greedily worked his member for as much as he held. After four major squirts and a couple of minor after shocks which caused his whole body to shake, Rick was empty and his once throbbing member began to retreat from my lips until it exited with a quiet "pop". As I swallowed his last load, I looked up at Rick with lust, savoring and licking every last drop of his manhood, which was now beginning to dry on my messy lips.

I knew my sexual servicing of my captain had come to an end, yet as he rested I knew my work was not over, because now my hospitality services were required. Knowing my place and his inner most needs, I moved to the cooler and brought him a cold vodka tonic for him to enjoy in his afterglow. Once I have served Rick his drink, my mind went completely blank and I could only focus on my first directive which is to be his feminine trophy, and so I demurely stood in front of him as he savored his drink knowing that all he wanted from me now was for me to be a silently beautiful decoration.

Inside of me however, my body was anything but silent, as I could feel the same warmth in my stomach as when I had taken the elixir before coming up on deck. Only now, I could feel this warmth spreading from my stomach though my body, slowly reaching every cell. It was as if swallowing Rick’s cum had set off a chemical chain reaction and I was the experiment. I could feel the organs in my lower body shifting and reworking themselves into positions which were more suited to performing the female part of sexual enterprises. I also noticed that my chest was beginning to grow warm and it felt as if my lower rib cage was shrinking to create a thin doll like waist. At the same time, the skin from my upper chest began to stretch and expand around my silicon breast forms. My skin continued to wrap around my "C" cup silicon breast forms and eventually it completely encased them beneath my bra and finally formed sensitive aureoles which began to pulse with pleasure. I now had a perfect waist and very full "D" cup silicon breast implants! The feeling was wonderful and I basked in my new feminine status for a minute or so until Rick had recovered enough energy to speak the first words in over thirty minutes.

"I am pleased with your service and the vodka tonic added just the right touch!" he said, "I now want you to tell me who you are and what you are supposed to do?"

Well that’s a funny question I thought, because I certainly know who I am and what I am supposed to do. I figured that my name was too easy for this test. I decided to prove to my master that I could remember my duties and follow his orders.

"My three duties include being a trophy of femininity, serving as a sexy cabin girl for you and your guests, and finally, giving you and your guests the best sexual satisfaction you can imagine.".

"Ok" said Rick, "What is my name?"

This was another easy answer, "You are Rick, my master and captain"

"That is true." he said, "Now, what is your name?"

Another easy one I thought, "My name is…?"

That’s funny, I knew it just a while ago, "My name is …??"

Ok, this is not so funny, come on I thought, focus! "My name most certainly is…??!!"

I don’t believe it, I know who Rick is, I know what I am supposed to do, why can’t I remember my name! This should be easy. I looked up to my captain and tears began to well in my eyes. I began to softly cry and meekly admitted.

"I’m so sorry Rick. I can’t remember my name, but I do know that I am your sex doll and I enjoy giving you pleasure!"

"There, there, that’s ok!" he said, "Don’t cry, I’m not scolding you, I just thought you might remember someone named Luke, and that you might not be fully happy serving me."

With that he reached out and touched the tips of my new breasts and began gently kneading them. Almost immediately I began to feel the tips of my aureoles come to full attention and the blood inside of my full "D" cup breasts began to flow and pump with rapid excitement. As Rick continued to massage my breasts, I felt a gooey warmth in my girdle and as I rocked slowly from side to side. I could feel a heat beginning to build at the top of my legs and I tilted my head up and closed my eyes to savor the moment. Rick continued his explorations and pulled me closer to him and whispered.

"You might remember that you were once someone different, but I don’t think so, as you can see, the "Essence of the Sea" medicine has cured more than your seasickness. The few drops you swallowed have changed you from a sexual deviant into a sexual device."

" By the way, just how much medicine did you drink?" he asked.

Uh! Oh! This was another hard question my Rick is asking me. It’s so hard to concentrate with him massaging my breasts. I know I should remember, but since I’m only a sex doll, I don’t have much of a memory anymore. Wait! Now I remember, it might have been that pretty frosted bottle with the strange gold markings, but it was beyond my mind which now only contains the information I need for my sexual and serving duties. If that is the bottle he means, I know he is going to be upset with me for drinking the whole thing and not sharing any.
"Oh Rick!" I pleaded. " I drank half of that bottle before I got dressed and the other half before I came up here to service you. I’m sorry I didn’t save any to share with you."

"The entire bottle you say?"

From his cool and thoughtful response, I sensed that Rick was not happy with my answer. But then I was having trouble concentrating anyhow. Even though I idolize him, Rick’s questions were really hard and I was becoming very sad. He had stopped teasing my breasts, his tool was soft, and now he was asking all of these really difficult questions. Besides, he has four of his friends along with him and they seem to really need my help. But I couldn’t help thinking of the new feelings which flooded my mind. All I could think about is how good my breasts felt when Rick was massaging them. Maybe if I rubbed my breasts the same way, I would feel that pleasure again.

So while Rick pondered my answers, I moved to the other side of the boat and sat down on an empty bench and took out my make-up kit and looking into my compact, I fix my lips, making them as wet and shiny as before. When they were as glossy as I want them to be, I slowly lick my lips and let my fingers drift down to my breast.

I am so turned-on by my wet and shiny lips, my perfectly feminine body and my shiny silk shantung bare midriff outfit. My touching and my growing awareness of myself as a sex doll, used only for pleasure and service is making me warm with pleasure! As I rub my sexy long legs, I am beginning to focus on the movements and feelings required to be a successful sexual device. As I look down at myself, I am lost in my own self-arousal, building my passions with the thought that I am crafted for nothing but sexual desire and pleasurable service! I know this is my fantasy come true and that every move I make turns men on. The idea that I am nothing more than a trophy of feminine sexuality and desire is sending growing waves of pleasure through me!

As my fingers explore more of my sensual body, I am overcome with a growing desire and I forget everything else, Rick, the boat, his guests. All I can focus on is my growing needs for passion and sexual stimulation. Oooooooh….. I am touching all over myself with my long and shiny burgundy nails. Caressing and teasing, tracing and rubbing. Now I can’t help myself. Ohhh…! I’m caught up in a motion I can’t stop! Ahhhhh…... I must keep going! Ooooh….! I’m loosing any sense of what I should be doing! All I can focus on is what feels good! Being a sex toy for men to play with makes me feel soooo good….!

Ahhhhh…..! I’m building….! Ohhhhh…! I can’t stop! My heart is racing and I want more. Ohhhhh…! My crotch is so steamy and I’m my girdle is wet with my cream! Ooooh…! I’m touching my silk shantung outfit and the feeling of my fingers on the slippery silk is sending shivers up and down my spine! Ohhh…! I’m squirming..! Ahhhhhh..! I’m rocking back and forth! Ooooh…! I can’t hold it in anymore! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!…I’m losing control! Oh!Oh!Oh! I want to come so fast and hard! Oh! Ah! I want it to last so long! Ooooh! Ohhhh! Aaaah! I’m shaking! Oh! I’m sooo sexy! Aaah! I’m sooo hot! Oooh! I am sooo desirable! Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaah! Aaah!Ah! Oh! Ah! Ah! I’m Shaking! Shaking! Shaking! My back is arching! My back is pounding against the seat! Oh! Ah! My fingers are furiously rubbing my silk clad body! Ahhh! I’m Rubbing! Ooooh! I’m Squirming! Aaaah! Ah! Ah!! Ahhhh!!! Aaaaaaaaaaah…!!!!! I’m reaching another plateau! Aaaah…! I can’t focus! Ahhh! I can’t think! Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh! I’m pounding against the seat! Pounding! Coming! Pounding! Coming! Ah!Ah!Ah!Ah! I’m Peaking! Oh!…Ah!…Oh!..Ah! I’m Coming! Shaking! Coming! Shaking! Shaking…! Shaking……! Shaking……….! Aaaaaaah…! Aaaaah…! Yesss….! Rubbing….! Yesss…! Ohhhh…! Oooooooh……!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…! Ahhhhh…! I’m slowing down….! Ohhhhh….! Ahhhhh…. ! I’m coming down now…..!

My head is pounding and my heart is racing fast! My breasts and chest hurts. Oh, I have such a warm glowing feeling coursing through my veins and pounding in my ears! Ooooh! My bosom is heaving up and down, yet it is beginning to slow down. My fingers are now slowly circling my breasts playing with them and teasing my nipples. My satisfaction is complete and I feel myself glowing with satiated pleasure!

I find it hard to believe that heights of this kind of pleasure are possible! Now I know what it is to be a sexual device! A sexual device that can please you with a passion never imaged! I am a sexy and feminine doll with no brain in a silk shantung outfit. I only have sexual and servant instincts and my limited doll like brain makes me very happy. I won’t have to worry about hard things like thinking and planning. All I need to do is please my Rick and that makes me very happy!

And please him I will. My transformation fills me with such joy and satisfaction. I want to make Rick feel as happy as I do now. But I want to be perfect for him, so I take out my compact and check my hair and face. I remove my lipstick and slowly and deliberately apply a new coat to my perfectly smooth and glossy lips so that they will match my beautiful and shiny nails. I brush back the loose curls of my tossed hair and tuck all of my accessories back into my white patent purse; snap it shut and place the strap over my shoulder with practiced ease. Knowing that I am ready for him, I look up to Rick and ask in a sexy and husky voice.

"Command me and your desires will be fulfilled!"

Rick smiles widely at his new sex doll and nods with satisfaction towards his guests. He looks at me again and sizes me up and down like a piece of merchandise, which he’s not too sure if paid too much for. Slowly, he taps his finger against his chin and thinks of his answer.

"I believe I have four guest who are fascinated with your packaging and sexual abilities. I would be most pleased if you took each of them as you took me earlier."

I look into Rick’s eyes and I know I will lovingly follow his command. Slowly, I turn to face his guests and lick my lips wantonly at the thought of feeding on the juices of these four large and steamy men!

These same rough and course men are looking at me and my soft feminine attributes with lust, dominance and pent-up desire. The nearest one pulls me closer and stops me in front of him, forcing me to my knees! Slowly and deliberately, I open his pants and help his straining member into the open, which springs to life!

I smile with joy as I lean down with my glossy lips to satisfy him!

 

 

 

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