Intro
This three part story takes place over the course of a day. Each part is self contained so you can read one at a time, or the whole thing at once.
This story takes place early in Jadey and Ramonas relationship, before they knew each other very well. Jadey discovered that Ramona had a tattoo removed without being informed. She invites Ramona on her yacht to discuss this and things rapidly escalate.
Aboard The Predator: Swimming Lessons
The sun blazed high above the shimmering deck of the Predator, a sleek Sunseeker superyacht slicing through the cerulean waves. The air was thick with salt and the promise of decadence, a perfect stage for the dance of power and surrender about to unfold. Jadey, the commanding mistress of this floating palace, stood with an air of unyielding authority, her eyes glinting like polished steel as they fixed on her trembling submissive, Ramona.
“You should have stripped the moment you came on board,” Jadey purred, her voice a velvet whip cracking through the humid air. Her gaze raked over Ramona’s still-clothed form, a silent reprimand laced with hunger.
Ramona bit her lips, a flush creeping up her neck as she stood frozen under that piercing stare. The nervous nibble of her teeth against her plump lower lip betrayed her, a delicious mix of anticipation and apology swirling in her chest. “Ooh… sorry, Miss,” she murmured, her voice a soft, quivering offering.
Jadey’s lips curled into a smirk as she stepped closer, deftly plucking the Yacht Autopilot tablet from Ramona’s hands. The cool metal of the device slipped away, leaving Ramona’s fingers twitching in its absence. Jadey’s touch followed, a slow, deliberate caress along the curve of Ramona’s cheek, her fingers warm and possessive. “I want to look for these mysterious changes you hinted at,” she said, her tone dripping with curiosity and command.
The words ignited a spark in Ramona. With shaking hands, she tore at her clothes, the fabric whispering against her skin as she shed it like a second skin, folding each piece with meticulous care and placing them in a neat pile beside her. Her breath hitched, her body bared to the sun and Jadey’s unrelenting scrutiny. Jadey watched, her eyes darkening with approval as Ramona’s hurried striptease revealed the canvas of her flesh, ripe for inspection.
“I want to see everything,” Jadey murmured, her voice a low growl. She reached out, her fingers tangling in Ramona’s blonde locks, pulling with just enough force to elicit a gasp. Ramona smiled meekly, her eyes wide and expectant, a silent plea shimmering in their depths as she tilted her head into the grip. Jadey’s hand slid to Ramona’s neck, tracing the delicate column, searching for signs of alteration, her touch both tender and territorial. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she released the hair, letting it cascade back over Ramona’s shoulders.
Pointing to the deck with a sharp gesture—an inverted V sign—Jadey’s command was clear. Ramona obeyed instantly, her legs spreading wide, thighs trembling as her body twitched with the thrill of submission. “Good girl, Rammy,” Jadey cooed, her voice a sultry reward. “Even dumb blondes get the signs.” She sank to her knees, her hands roaming over Ramona’s exposed form, petting her head gently before reaching around to explore further.
Jadey’s fingers parted Ramona’s pussy lips with a slow, deliberate touch, exposing her to the warm sea breeze. Ramona bit her lips again, nodding softly, her breath catching as Jadey’s grin widened at the sight of the initials “JD” still etched into her skin—a mark of ownership undisturbed. “Hmm,” Jadey mused, her tone teasing yet edged with suspicion. “I was half expecting some slapdash attempt to cover it up from your lovers.”
Rising briefly, Jadey knelt again, her hands drifting to Ramona’s feet. She caressed the arches, her fingers lingering over faint marks on her ankle. Tilting her head, she studied the faded remnants of another’s claim, her touch turning into a firm massage as she declared, “Found it. You removed Emma’s tattoo."
Ramona nodded, her expression serious. “Both of them, Miss…” she whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of defiance and devotion. Jadey’s hand slid upward, caressing the plump curve of Ramona’s butt. “This is wonderful, Rammy,” she said, her voice a husky promise. “Now my canvas is back to being a blank slate.” Standing, she traced Ramona’s face again, her touch a possessive brand.
“And huh…” Ramona stammered, her cheeks flushing. “I think I… ahem… would like yours to stay.”
Jadey’s eyes softened, a rare flicker of warmth breaking through her dominance. “I should hope so. We suffered together for that mark.” Her foot grazed Ramona’s thigh, a teasing nudge that sent shivers racing up her spine. Jadey’s toes slid higher, nuzzling against Ramona’s pussy, a gentle taunt that drew a soft whimper from her lips, goosebumps blooming in the wake of the touch.
“And… I may be able to convince Ella to… well, keep her hands—or rather paws—off it,” Ramona added, her voice trembling with effort.
“I hope you can,” Jadey replied, her foot lingering. “For your sake, mainly.” Her fingers brushed Ramona’s ear, coaxing another whimper. “Now, Rammy, there’s just the small matter of my pride.” Her hand slid to Ramona’s neck, stroking the pulse point there.
Ramona looked up, puzzled and worried, her brow furrowing as Jadey’s thin, devious smile sent a chill through her. “Ooh, Miss? Did I… do something wrong?” she asked, her voice small.
Jadey’s hand trailed down Ramona’s back, resting on her butt where Emma’s tattoo once marked her. “I must have forgotten,” she said, her tone deceptively light, “but I don’t recall being asked about removing Emma’s tattoo from my canvas.” Ramona shivered, her ass clenching under Jadey’s palm, a nervous stammer escaping her lips.
“I… was so mad at Em, Miss,” Ramona confessed, her voice breaking.
“And you decided to exercise… agency,” Jadey said, shaking her head in mock disappointment. Then, in a blur of motion, she seized Ramona’s arms, forcing her to the deck on all fours. Grabbing a fistful of hair, she dragged her down the steps to the yacht’s garage, Ramona’s muffled protests trembling in the air.
“Em doesn’t own me anymore, she can—” Ramona mumbled, her voice quaking as Jadey pulled harder, “Go to the edge and kneel,” Jadey commanded, releasing her hair.
**Ramona crawled after her, moaning softly, her body waddling to the appointed spot at the edge of the deck where she assumed her pose, knees pressed to the deck, unable to flee. The water and gentle rocking of The Predator splashing her occasionally. ** “Good girl,” Jadey purred, drawing Ramona’s arms behind her back. Her body twitched as Jadey grabbed her wrists, leaning over her to retrieve a Kinbaku coil—a long, coiled rope of dense fibres—rubbing it against Ramona’s neck before swiftly binding her arms in a tight box tie.
“Tell me about Em,” Jadey said, stepping back to admire her work. “I thought you liked her.”
Ramona sighed, her eyes wide with a mix of worry and strange excitement. “She was my first owner, and I owe her a lot. But then… she did something terrible a few days ago… and unwittingly set things in motion. I’m trying to mend it, though. It’s complicated, Miss.”
Jadey unzipped her evening gown, hanging it on a hook in the garage of the yacht, and began looping rope around her own body in a self-tie, securing herself to a cleat on the garage bulkhead. “No need,” she said, slipping on a headset, tapping the mic to test it as she placed a Watersports Helmet on Ramona’s head, the integrated radio crackling as Jadey tested her connection. “This may be a tough lesson, Rammy, but it’s an important one. My feelings matter, and your agency is like slapping me in the face.”
“Ooh? Huh…” Ramona faltered, squeezing her eyes shut. “No, please, Miss… it wasn’t meant like that… I would never—”
Jadey fixed a line from her harness to Ramona’s neck, connecting them together through the yacht’s hardpoint. Ramona flinched, a muffled yelp escaping as realization dawned. “I’m not into fishing, Rammy,” Jadey teased, “but you’re a worm on my line.” She swapped the rope for the autopilot tablet, punching in commands. The Predator’s engines roared to life, the deck vibrating as the ship surged forward at a leisurely 3knots, the water churning below as the twin propellors began to push.
“I’m… afraid of water… I can’t swim…” Ramona whimpered, her body trembling as Jadey cuffed her ankles with heavy restraints. “The helmet has a mic,” Jadey said, bapping it playfully. “You’ll be able to scream for mercy.”
Jadey kicked Ramona’s butt, sending her plunging into the foaming wake. She bobbed for a moment like a cork, or as Jadey hasd said, a worm on a line. The rope around her neck went taught and Predator began to tow her along, her body skipping and tumbling along the water as panic seized her. “Now, worm,” Jadey breathed icily through the headset, kneeling to balance the tension, pulling on her through Ramona’s tie tot he hardpoint behind her, “why would you hurt my feelings and my pride?”
Ramona moaned through the helmet, her voice a lifeline calming her terror. “Huhhhh… Misssss… I arggghhhh didn’t mean to… I swear…”
Jadey swapped the tablet for a switchblade, running it over the rope. “Why shouldn’t I just cut you adrift, worm?”
“Miss!!!! Please…” Ramona squirmed, her bindings biting into her skin as Jadey dialled a little more speed and the yacht surged to 5 knots, the water whipping her back like jagged stones as she skipped through the wake.
“Your agency should be mine,” Jadey declared. “Not Rose’s, not yours, nor your lovers’.” She swapped back to the tablet, slowing to 3 knots. “Tell me, and I won’t cut you loose. I’ll bring you aboard for the reason I wanted you here.”
“Anything, Miss… anything… just… have mercy,” Ramona gasped, her voice raw. “It will stay on me… forever, Miss… I am yours…”
Jadey grinned, her giggle crackling through the helmet as she stopped the engines. Ramona sank briefly before Jadey reeled her in with a motorized winch, the strong rope digging into her crotch as she was hauled her back onto the deck. “Thank you, Miss… thank you,” Ramona mumbled, trembling uncontrollably.
Jadey removed the helmet and her own headset, pushing Ramona onto her side and rubbing her foot over her face. “I could have cast you off, yet here you are.”
“Yes, Miss, I know I’m in your hands,” Ramona whispered, nodding as Jadey kissed her forehead.
“Good girl, Rammy,” Jadey said, pulling her to her knees. “Finally starting to understand.” She caressed Ramona’s back, watching as she coughed out the last of the saltwater, her body slowly calming under the weight of her submission.
Aboard the Predator: A Canvas of Cruelty
The main deck of The Predator gleamed under the midday sun, a sleek altar of decadence where Jadey reigned supreme, her presence a storm of dominance wrapped in silk and a touch of velvet. She gripped Ramona’s arms with steely certainty, hauling her still trembling submissive back from the aft deck garage’s shadow. Ramona hopped after her, a clumsy little slut on unsteady wobbly legs, her body still reeling from the swimming lesson moments before, her breath hitching with every awkward bounce up the stairs to the main deck.
“You’re lucky I didn’t drag you across this fucking floor by your hair, you needy bitch,” Jadey snarled, her voice a razor-edged tease. Her fingers darted to Ramona’s tummy, pinching the soft flesh hard enough to leave a pink crescent. Ramona nibbled her lower lip, a slutty whimper bubbling up as her eyes fluttered, caught between fear and filthy adoration.
“Now, what’s the real reason I invited you here, hmm?” Jadey purred, her tone dripping with sweet sadistic honey.
“Ooh… Miss… umm… you don’t need a reason~” Ramona stammered, her voice a breathy plea, her body swaying toward Jadey like a moth to a flame.
Jadey’s smile was a wicked flash, her eyes glinting with cruel delight. “I know you craved my touch, you desperate little whore. Your needy beeps told me as much. But I’ve got a use for you—something more than just your slutty holes.” She grinned, a predator baring teeth.
“Awww,” Ramona cooed, then perked up. “A use? I’d be happy… if I could be of any use to you, Miss.”
“Look around,” Jadey commanded, gesturing to the stark elegance of the yacht’s interior. “It’s so fucking drab. I want you to help me redecorate. I can’t decide the colors.” Ramona’s gaze darted around, then landed back on Jadey, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, her wide eyes screaming she was out of her depth.
“Umm… me? Help with colors~” Ramona squeaked, her voice trembling.
“Don’t worry, Rammy,” Jadey soothed, her hand sliding down Ramona’s back, tracing the spine of her freshly cleared canvas. “Now that you’re pristine again, I need help choosing a shade of… red. And who better to ask than my favorite pain-slut?” Ramona’s body twitched, a muffled moan escaping as her thighs clenched, her arousal a palpable heat.
Jadey grinned, feeding off Ramona’s incredulous shiver, and grabbed another line of Kinbaku coil, its hemp fibers rough against her palms as she began to bind Ramona’s hands. “I thought you might enjoy a nice predicament while I work, you filthy cunt.” She knelt, peeling off the heavy ankle cuffs, her fingers caressing Ramona’s legs as she stripped away the fishnets, exposing pale, quivering flesh. From a locker, she produced ballet heels—sleek, cruel contraptions—and slid them onto Ramona’s feet, tightening them with a hum that matched the radio’s sultry beat.
Ramona froze, her gaze locked on Jadey, then dropped to the floor meekly onto her knees, eyed lowered, as a dark, yet delicious thought slithered to the front of her mind: she fucking liked this, she needed it. Jadey wasn’t done. She pulled out a butt plug with extending petals, slathering it with coconut oil lube before shoving it deep into Ramona’s ass. The blonde relaxed her tight little hole, letting the slick intrusion stretch her, a soft gasp escaping as Jadey locked the petals in place with a brass padlock.
Next came the chains—a short one hooked to the plug, a long one wrapped around Ramona’s neck and yanked tight to the frame above. Jadey hoisted her up with a ceiling chain, suspending her like a depraved marionette, her body straining in the heels against the swaying of the yacht against the gentle swell, every breath a battle against the chokehold as the boat rocked. “Are you okay with how bad this bondage looks?” Jadey asked, her voice sweet.
Jadey tightened the chain, lifting Ramona higher, forcing her to teeter on those punishing heels, her breath shallow and ragged. “Good girl, Rammy,” Jadey purred, standing to admire her work.
Jadey moved around Ramona as she hung in her suspension and as she was out of view of her sub, delivered a stinging spank to Ramona’s ass. The blonde clenched her teeth, a pink mark blooming on her flesh as she swayed with the yacht’s rhythm, soft moans spilling out each time the chain tugged her neck.
“No, pink’s not right,” Jadey mused, shaking her head and looking at her handprint on Ramona’s buttock. “The yacht’s too modern, too sleek for pink.” She moved behind Ramona, rummaging in a locker for her favorite toys, placing them down on the deck in front of her, she moved to Ramona and then parted Ramona’s pussy lips with her fingers, grinning as the blonde wiggled her feet and moaned. “Let’s keep you entertained while I work, you dripping slut.” She pulled out a high-tech vibrator—sleek, expensive, and humming gently—sliding it into Ramona’s already soaked cunt, pressing hard until the plug in her ass shifted from the intrusion.
“Let’s keep you on edge,” Jadey growled, the vibe pulsing softly as she put down the rope and picked up a birch cane from her collection. Ramona’s pussy sucked the toy in, a loud moan tearing from her throat as she lost balance in the boats sway, hanging briefly by her neck before scrambling back onto her toes. Jadey rubbed the cane along Ramona’s back, then landed a vicious strike across her shoulder blades, giggling as a red welt blossomed. “Oooh, that’s more like it!”
Ramona yelped, clenching her teeth as the second hit layered over the first, her breath heaving, her body struggling to stay upright. “What about the color on a bit more fatty flesh?” Jadey taunted, rubbing the cane over Ramona’s ass before cracking it down hard. The blonde thrust her pelvis forward, a futile dodge, only to choke herself more as Jadey yanked the chain on the plug, dislodging the poor girl as the toy pulled painfully inside her ass and Ramona’s legs came out from under her where she swung by the neck before regaining her balance.
“I love these colors, Rammy,” Jadey whispered, licking her ear, and nibbling it slightly as the hot breath ran over her neck, Jadey’s hand groping her thigh. “You’re finally excelling at something, you pathetic toy.” Ramona arched forward, a searing yelp muffled by a pleading whimper as Jadey caressed her pussy, and then let out a harsh slap on her lips, moaning softly against her trembling flesh.
“What about the lower back?” Jadey mused, pushing Ramona lightly and striking again, the cane biting into her skin. The blonde hopped clumsily, screaming as Jadey groped her breast, pinching her nipples with cruel delight. “Pretty nips, but pink doesn’t work, Rams. Let’s make them redder.” She clamped wooden pegs with sharp teeth onto Ramona’s nipples, the blonde’s juices dripping down her thighs as the vibe kept her teetering on the edge.
“Argh~ Miss~” Ramona panted, her voice breaking as Jadey rubbed the cane over her chest, then delivered a brutal hit across her stomach. The blonde’s pelvis jerked back, pulling on her neck and plug, her ass jutting out as she shrieked, her body a trembling symphony of pain and arousal.
“I think we’re exhausting shades with the cane, Rammy,” Jadey said, massaging her tummy. “Want to try something else?”
Ramona shook her head, then nodded vigorously, pleading, “Yes, Miss… please!" Jadey swapped the cane for Jadey’s Kiss, a whip that made Ramona’s eyes widen with dread and desire. She grabbed a candle, shoving it into Ramona’s mouth. “Hold this, dear. Don’t drop it, you clumsy slut.” She lit it, hot wax burning as wax dripped down and onto her breasts, each drop adding to the burning desire as Jadey eyed her with the Kiss.
Jadey cracked the whip, a searing lash across Ramona’s thigh, then kissed the welt with a tenderness that mocked the pain. “Hmpf, pathetic,” she sneered as Ramona screamed, dropping the candle and choking herself on the chain. “Focus, I’m working!” She picked up and relit the candle, letting Ramona suckle it as she aimed for her pubis, the whip’s twack echoing as it struck her sex.
Ramona growled, her vision dimming as Jadey lashed again, layering red on red, her legs shaking as she sobbed. “Come then, you stupid pain toy,” Jadey commanded, swapping the whip for a Cat-o’-Nine-Tails, its beaded tassels gleaming with menace. “No boat’s complete without one, and it’s just for you.”
Ramona froze, trembling as Jadey removed the ballet heels, lowering her slightly but keeping her suspended. That … is not the flogger the blonde is used too .. that is something else .. “This will be truly beautiful,” Jadey purred, swinging the cat with full force across Ramona’s breasts, knocking off a peg as the blonde’s world dissolved into pain, her vision blurred as tears flowed from her eyes coupled with gasping sobs. She growled, her senses obliterated, nothing left but the searing agony as Jadey caressed her welts, demanding, “Tell me you want another."
“Yes, Miss… please… more… give me pain… I’m a slave to it,” Ramona gasped, her mind fracturing. Jadey obliged her, swinging the cat down again on her ass as the screams drowned out the sound of the engines. Jadey then struck her stomach, and Ramona’s brain short-circuited, a rush of forced pleasure crashing through her as she collapsed against her binds, her pussy clenching as her body shook through an intense orgasm, hanging limp by her neck, her body rocked for some moments in a sobbing, gasping scream of ecstasy…. until blackness enveloped her and her limp body collapsed into unconciousness.
Jadey lifted her quickly, untying the noose the chains and the plug, dragging her unconscious form to a kennel, locking her inside with a CLICK. She admired the deep red of Ramona’s face, her soft whimpers a lullaby as she cushioned her broken toy, tablet in hand, ready to resume her dominion.
Aboard the Predator: A Gleaming Gift
The Predator roared to life again, its engines a guttural growl that vibrated through the deck as Jadey’s fingers danced over the Yacht Autopilot tablet, plotting a course with the precision of a queen commanding her realm. The ship lurched forward, propellers churning the sea into a frothy chaos below. She set the tablet aside, her gaze shifting to the kennel where Ramona lay, a broken, beautiful mess of welts and submission. Jadey brushed her fingers through Ramona’s tangled blonde locks, a tender gesture laced with possession, as the yacht carved its path through the waves.
In the haze of unconsciousness, pleasure invaded Ramona’s mind, dragging her awake into a cold, uninviting cave. The air was sharp, laced with a primal, wolf-like scent that stirred something deep in her gut. She rose, oddly calm, her bare feet padding toward a shadowed silhouette at the cave’s rear. As she neared, the figure morphed into a stunning young woman, her smile a siren’s lure. Ramona mirrored it, her voice soft but curious. “Who are you? What are you doing in Kiai’s den?” The woman’s grin widened, wicked and knowing. “I am your freedom… come, I’ll show you."
Ramona stepped closer, then froze as the woman raised a cat—Jadey’s cat. Her eyes widened, a feral spark igniting. With a scream, she lunged, wrestling the leather from the woman’s grip. “Give me that… it’s mine… mine… MINE!” She swung it down, striking her own crotch with a brutal crack, the pain jolting her awake. She blinked rapidly, reality crashing in—locked in a cage, the cold bars biting into her skin, her body a canvas of swollen red welts. Yet .. yes .. a cage.. this is where I meant to be. This is my place, her mind wondered as her vision focussed on her Miss.
Jadey’s voice cut through the fog. “Welcome back,” she purred, her fingers caressing Ramona’s face with a mix of cruelty and care. She pressed a glass of water into Ramona’s trembling hands. The blonde clutched the bars, steadying herself as she regained her senses, her eyes locking onto Jadey’s with a desperate, shining need. “Miss?…” she whispered, her voice a fragile thread.
“I told you I needed help decorating,” Jadey said, her tone teasing yet edged with steel. “The furniture in here’s a fucking mess too.” She gestured around and nodded as Ramona glanced down at her battered body, the welts pulsing with every heartbeat. Realizing she held the glass, Ramona brought it to her lips, gulping greedily, the cool liquid a lifeline seeping strength back into her ravaged frame. Gulp. Gulp. She sipped again, slower, savoring it as Jadey plucked the glass away.
“Now, Rammy, what do you think I tried to teach you today?” Jadey asked, her eyes narrowing.
A strong shiver rocked Ramona’s body, her voice trembling with revelation. “I am yours, Miss… in more ways than one. And…” She bit her lips, her confession spilling out. “Miss… I… I liked it. The pain… how can one like pain?”
Jadey’s smile was a dark triumph. “That’s good. It seemed like it when you came right as you passed out.” Ramona shook her head in dismay, her mind reeling as Jadey caressed her face, her touch a brand. “Believe it or not, I can sympathize. Disable vibe.” The hum in Ramona’s cunt ceased, leaving her raw and exposed.
Distress clouded Ramona’s eyes, pleading for answers. “Miss… am I… becoming a pain slut?”
“It’s an addiction,” Jadey said, lifting Ramona’s chin with a firm grip. “It grows in you, becomes more. Not a pain slut—my pain slut.” Ramona’s eyes widened, staring into Jadey’s unyielding gaze as a fierce orgasm ripped through her once more, her body trembling and moaning in the cage’s confines.
“Miss… umm… you promise?” Ramona gasped, panting. “I don’t want to be a pain slut, pathetically begging to be hurt by the next best mistress. But… I’ll be your pain slut.” She rubbed her thighs together, her breath hitching as Jadey’s hand slid down her back.
“I promise, Rammy,” Jadey growled, choking her neck slightly with a possessive squeeze. “You’ll always be my little pain slut—there’s no ‘next best.’” She pulled Ramona to the bars, her lips crashing against hers in a bruising kiss, then released her throat. Ramona shivered, pressing her forehead to the bars, moaning into the kiss as her tongue sought Jadey’s wet heat.
“Good girl, Rammy,” Jadey purred, removing the vibrator from Ramona’s vulva. “I’m proud of you for coming to this realization.”
“Aww… Miss… but I’m afraid… so afraid that…” Ramona faltered, her voice breaking as Jadey handed her a small vibe wand. “Rub yourself and tell me what you’re afraid of.” She swapped it for a cattle prod, leaning lazily against the cage, swinging it with casual menace.
Ramona blushed, pressing the vibe to her clit, her voice trembling. “Miss… you’ll end up ditching me if I become your pain slut… you’ll get bored of a mindless sex toy that likes to be hurt.” Jadey ran the prod along her thigh, and Ramona spread her legs instinctively, a soft growl escaping as the shock bit into her feet. She flinched, pressing the vibe harder, her cunt weeping with need.
“I’m not going anywhere, Rams,” Jadey said, her voice a dark promise. “I doubt you could bore me.” She shocked Ramona’s feet again, then caressed her face. “When you’re behaving so nicely.”
“Aww… Miss… huh…” Ramona whimpered, her hips trembling as she rubbed herself. “Here, I’ll show you how much I want you,” Jadey declared, pulling a dental gag from a box. “Put your head up here and let me put this on you.”
Ramona pressed her head to the bars, a serene smile crossing her face as she opened her mouth, her eyes fixed on Jadey. The spider gag locked her jaw wide, zip-tied to the cage’s top, tilting her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders. Jadey adorned her with toe ties, pinched her her nipples and clit with tight clamps, and linked them with a tight chain, the metal biting into her flesh as she trembled in blissful surrender.
A thick blindfold darkened Ramona’s world, her arms bound in a reverse prayer with zip ties, elbows and wrists lashed to the bars. “That’s a decent predicament for you,” Jadey giggled, kneeling to caress Ramona’s pussy, then running the prod over her welts. A shock to her vulva drew a muffled scream, drool spilling from her gagged mouth as she nodded her chin back and forth tied to the bars. “Yez, Mizz… I am youa eoy…”
“Good girl,” Jadey purred, shocking her breast as she stripped off her own remaining clothes. She climbed atop the cage, grinding her dripping cunt against Ramona’s open mouth, tied to the top of cage and forced open by the gag, the prod dangling down as she zapped Ramona’s back. “Your purpose is to be my little pain toy, covered in tears, sweat, and my grool and piss. You’re supposed to be here, aren’t you?”
Ramona froze, inhaling Jadey’s musky scent, her tongue plunging eagerly into her wet hole, circling the soft walls as shocks jolted her body, tugging the chain between her clamps. Jadey moaned, rubbing her clit as Ramona’s tongue hunted her G-spot, driving her to two shattering orgasms. The blonde pressed her face harder against the bars, oblivious to the bruises forming, her mind consumed by Jadey’s taste as the ship’s vibrations intensified.
“Mmmhnn… Nyhmm… aah!” Jadey cried, her body trembling as she repositioned after her orgasm, she then relaxed, pissing straight into Ramona’s gagged mouth. The gag made it impossible for the blonde to swallow so the acrid flood sprayed and dripped down over her welts, mixing with her drool as she tried to gulp, fighting her gag reflex, her cheeks burning with shame and gratitude. “Aren’t you grateful for me giving you purpose, toy?”
“Ehank you, Mizz! I am zo zo maaeehua,” Ramona mumbled, her body twitching as the acid pee stung her wounds. “Good girl, Rammy,” Jadey said, hopping off and kneeling to watch her squirm. She glanced at her watch. “Hmm, we should be getting back. Well done today, toy. I’ll redecorate in your colors. Someone will clean you up and take you off the boat.” Jadey saunterd off below deck as Ramona hung in the cage, still in her reverse prayer predicament stinging with pain from the degrading treatment.
Jamey, the secretay to Jadey, camoe up a little later, removed Ramona’s blindfold, unlocking the kennel and freeing her from the gag and ties. “Miss told me I’d find you here and to see to you,” Jamey said, her voice tinged with pity and disgust as she swept up the mess with a broom and mop, then swapped it for a towel to rub Ramona’s head and neck.
“Difficult day, Miss Ramona?” Jamey asked, helping her kneel. “Miss was in a great mood when she left.”
“Aww… was she?” Ramona smiled sadly, trembling as she set the vibe aside, mumbling, “That means… I… am good for something after all."
“I hope you didn’t upset her,” Jamey said, rubbing her arm. “I suppose so, Miss Ramona.”
“Please… don’t call me miss,” Ramona whispered. “I’m just a slut… Miss Jadey’s slut~”
Jamey giggled. “Well, that makes things easier, Miss’ slut. Oh, one thing—Miss gave me something for you.” She adorned Ramona with a navel piercing, a ruby glinting in it. “The ruby’s from the same batch as Jess’ collar. She wanted you to know she considers herself bound to explore your shared desires.”
Ramona’s eyes watered, caressing the jewel. “She… gave this to me~ I’ll be damned if I lose it again.”
“She says ‘good girl, Rammy,’” Jamey relayed via headset. “Tell her… I thank her… from the bottom of my heart,” Ramona said, fighting tears. “I will,” Jamey promised, patting her shoulder. “She’s below deck, probably showering. Wait here.”
Ramona bit her lips, her body a testament to Jadey’s authority, her heart tethered by the ruby’s gleam.