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Pleasure Cruise - Part XV
🕑 Added 2021-03-29 14:05:26 +0000 UTC1,100+ continues into the evening performance...
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A number of hands shot up, and Zynthia called on a petite redhead in the third row. The young woman bounded up to the stage. She was wearing a paisley hosiery bodysuit that barely hid the dark nipples of her petite breasts and unshorn pussy. As she stepped onto the stage the audience could also see a pink rubber butt plug nestled within her asscheeks. Her freckled face had a broad grin, and with adorable uncertainty she waved back to the crowd.
“Hello there, what’s your name?” Zynthia asked, beckoning the redhead to join her at the center of the stage.
“I, uh, I like to go by Strawberry Delight.”
“Well, Strawberry - may I call you Strawberry?” the redhead nodded and Zynthia continued, “You are now under a deep trance!”
As Zynthia exclaimed the latter part of her statement she placed one hand to Strawberry Delight’s back and the other slipped over the woman’s eyes, closing them. A quiet gasp was cutoff as the petite woman lost consciousness and leaned backwards against Zynthia’s waiting palm.
“Now, Strawberry, stand of your own power but remain in my trance!”
The redhead instantly stood upright, and Zynthia stepped back. Strawberry Delight leaned slightly to her right, one shoulder slumped and her hand gently hanging under it.
“Can, you hear me, Strawberry?”
“Yes, Mistress…” droned from the redhead’s mouth.
“Ooo,” Zynthia laughed and turned to the laughing crowd with a grin, “I didn’t even ask her to call me mistress, interesting! Now, Strawberry, share with me your deepest sexual desire. What act, if encouraged from you henceforth, would you give you the most pleasure?”
“To publicly humiliate myself. To not be able to help myself. To answer any question honestly even if I don’t want to, to come across as an animal incapable of deceit, no matter what circumstance I find myself in.”
“Hmmm, very interesting. Well, I’m going to help you with that and I have an idea. From now on, whenever you have the impulse to speak, you will first drop to all fours and indicate through action or sounds that you are an animal. Maybe a pig oink or a horse whinny or humping a leg like a dog. Only after establishing the animal may you say what you wanted to say. You are compelled to answer any question, and it will always be with the deepest truth. You’ll be aware of what you’re doing but continue to act like that animal for ten minutes after you finish the conversation. After that you’ll be able to stand and remember the humiliation but forget exactly what triggered it - until you trigger it again.”
As Zynthia said all of this to Strawberry Delight she was shimmying her legs and squirming with obvious arousal, her little hose-covered toes curling against the wood slats of the stage. She was biting her lower lips so tightly the magician was afraid her subject would draw blood.
“Relax, my dear,” Zynthia commanded, and Strawberry Delight released her lip. The performer reached into her jacket and pulled out a pair of foam knee pads and caressed the redhead’s little ass and legs as Zynthia cinched on the pads. She could see the dripping juices inside Strawberry Delight’s bodysuit, “No need to ruin such a delightful outfit on rough wood or carpet.”
“Now, when I command you to awaken, Strawberry, these commands will bury themselves deep within you, but your conscious mind shall not recall them. And...awaken!”
Strawberry Delight’s eyes fluttered open, and she blinked into the spotlight a few times, getting her bearings on where she was. She smiled at the audience, and turned to look at Zynthia expectantly.
“So, Strawberry, are you enjoying the cruise so far?” Zynthia asked, an expectant grin on her face as she asked the question, her expectant stance partially turned out to the audience.
Without a moment’s pause Strawberry Delight lowered herself to her hands and knees. She moved her jaw back and forth, faking chewing on a cud before exclaiming, “Moooooooo! Oh yes, I’m having a wonderful time. Seeing all these lovely women makes me so desperately horny and gets me edging so hard.”
As the redhead finished speaking the expression on her face made it clear she was aware of what she had just done. But her body would not let her comment or question it, nor stop from resuming the cud chewing. She began meandering on all fours across the stage as if in a field, her pert ass displaying the plug to the audience one more. Her body had a deep red blush wash over it.
“Have you met your roommate yet? Do you get along?”
Strawberry Delight turned back towards Zynthia, her eyes glazed with arousal. The front row could smell it now. “Mooooooo! Oh yes, Clara was there when I arrived! Moo! Moooo! She’s wonderful, I want to ask if I can taste her ass so badly. Moooo! But so far I’ve only asked if I can borrow her butt plug, and knowing I’ve got inside of me something she’d had inside of her has moooo pussy so wet.”
Strawberry Delight had the impulse to throw a hand to her lips after sharing something so deeply intimate, but could only travel with her body as it continued on with its imaginary grazing.
“That’s wonderful. Well, Strawberry, thanks so much for volunteering, I’m certain you’ll have a great time on the Mestra!”
“Mooooo! My pleasure! I know when I finally let myself cum it’ll be amazing!”
Zynthia bowed to a rise of applause, then guided the delightfully embarrassed Strawberry Delight on all fours down the steps off the stage, before letting the first volunteer stride on hands and knees back towards her seat. But instead of getting into it the redhead remained in the aisle, quietly pretending to graze on the carpet and “chewing” her cud, waiting for ten minutes to pass. The crotch of her hosiery was stained with her arousal.
“That was so much fun let’s do one more before the next part of the show! And I haven’t even gotten to show off the full extent of abilities the Captain granted me. So who’s next?” Zynthia announced.
A number of hands went up again, but this time the magician was drawn to a red-clad hand being held up by another. Directing her attention to two women seated in the stage-left sixth row back one was fully covered in a red zentai bodysuit, save for her beautiful blue eyes peering out of two small cutouts. The woman seated next to her had much more skin on display in a rhinestones studded halter top gown which had a bare midriff cut-out, tied across the low-cut back. A thigh-high front slit revealed clear plastic six-inch heels.
to be continued...
