Pleasure Cruise: Silent Waters
By atfirstdawn

*Mature content warning
*©Keira Morrison/ atfirstdawn 2013


So, late last year I won the lottery and booked an around the world cruise; I’m still on the boat and it’s currently July. Man, cruises are boring, especially these kinds of cruises; ones on ships as big as cities full to the brim with ignorant tourists, arrogant staff and annoying children. It’s noisy too and not just because of the people but because of the casinos and the live music which never seem to stop, it really is like a city centre was taken from the mainland, dropped in that water, given propellers and told to be on its way, probably as punishment for the noise pollution. Really, there hasn’t been a single day that has gone by that I haven’t regretted stepping foot on this damned boat, and I often catch myself thinking that an iceberg wouldn’t go amiss for some excitement and then some peace…

But as negative and as cynical as I sound about this whole self-inflicted predicament, that only the National Guard could save me from, this trip hasn’t been all that bad and it’s about to get better…

Her name is Anna; she is tall, has a slender figure, long blond hair, green eyes and she also talks far too much, well, talked.  I met her at the bar, I wouldn’t normally have gone down there, especially at this time of night but for some reason there is a firework display tonight, which is still gearing up, and so the bar was relatively empty. I don’t actually know what the fireworks are in aid of, maybe they’re celebrating that they can see the home shore in the distance but anyway, point is; the bar was pretty quiet. Originally I didn’t have any intention of seducing a good looking woman and taking her back to my room but I’m not complaining with the way things have panned out so far.

Our meeting was pretty generic to start with though; she sat down beside me, ordered a drink, didn’t buy me one, and began chatting to me in one of the most broadest Australian accents I had ever heard, (the Australian accent not being one I particularly enjoy). She asked what I guess people usually ask on a cruise ship that goes everywhere, such as; which country I came from, how long I’d been on the ship and if I was enjoying it, to which I answered; Murica, too long and no. Now, I wasn’t playing hard to get and she wasn’t anywhere close to drunk, perhaps a little tipsy, enough to make her constantly smile at the slightest thing or sometimes, randomly, at nothing at all but after fifteen minutes of small-talk she decided to bring out the big guns and ask me if I had anything or one to do tonight. Sucking a little harder on my straw and raising an eyebrow, I half swallowed my mouthful of whatever-it-was that I had liked the colour of and swallowed again before answering. My answer was apparently the one she wanted to hear and we didn’t bother buying another drink.

For all I’ve bitched and moaned about what I’m on the ship with, such as the people and the leisure attractions, the ship itself is actually quite nice, especially my room which sports the modern spacious look and minimalist decoration; there is nothing too loud or distracting about the room itself, which suits me down to the ground, but my favourite aspect about the room, beyond its plain and spaciousness; are the small windows that line east and west walls just beneath the ceiling, they’re small enough and in such a place that no one could peer in but they also let a lot of light in, and on clear nights like this one; under a full moon and clear skies, the room is awash with a calming pale silver-blue which shifts everything into glowing silhouettes of white and black…

Locking the door behind me after I had ushered her into my room I followed her to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it so that she sat on the edge. For some reason I didn’t feel very nervous or particularly excited about where all this was going, not that I was uncomfortable either though, I just didn’t really know what this girl wanted from me; a quickie, something interesting or something altogether different; I could give her whatever she wanted though, I knew that much.

Oh also, there are a couple of things I should probably make clear at this point; the first being that I’m a messy person, not seriously messy but I do leave things lying around on occasion. And the second thing is that I’ve got a bit of a fetish for bondage; I’ve had it since I was young, kind of born with it but hey, its healthy right? So her picking up a two inch ball gag from between the pillows of the bed wasn’t to be wholly unexpected.

I didn’t see her pick the ball gag up though, I was still in the process of kicking off my heels and taking off my coat; it was her meekly confused voice that got my attention.

“What’s this?” she asked while holding it up in front of her face with one hand and letting it dangle in front of her.

“It’s a ball gag.”

“Oh, oh right! Like from the book 50 Shades of Grey?” It was hard not to notice the excitement of revelation in her voice, it was kind of cute and at this point it was pretty clear that she wasn’t going to run out of the room screaming bloody murder at the sight of it or anything else.

“I wouldn’t know.” I replied as I turned to her and made my way over to the bed.

“Oh, you should… maybe read… it…” Her voice trailed off as I kissed her and her hand and the ball gag fell to the edge of the bed, her eyes were completely focused on mine and staring back at me as if I were an intriguing threat that she didn’t know how to react to, it was an expression I’d never seen before but I liked it. I kissed her again, deeper than before and pressed my body against hers with an exhaling breath…

Now, I don’t know if this was her idea of foreplay or not but as I pushed her down so that she was lying on her back in the middle of the bed she began to talk. And talk and talk and talk. She wasn’t even saying anything of interest; just giving mention to the countryside that she lived in back home, how small her house was and how many pets she had, apparently she’s a cat person. I’ve always preferred dogs. By this point I had taken off my shirt and my bra, and hers, yet still she continued. Between her rushed sentences I had ordered her to spread her legs and then raise her arms above her head, without question or hesitance she had obeyed and did as she was told, but she kept on speaking; now she was talking about the time she had seen a koala bear fall out of a tree because it had gotten too hammered on eucalyptus leaves and suddenly I wondered what I had missed.

Being a little messy has its advantages; the rope I needed to bind her wrists to the headboard of the bed with was only a small reaching stretch away on the floor, meaning I didn’t have to abandon my post, as it were. By now I was rather used to her voice but it wasn’t growing on me, more-so it was akin to background noise, like when you leave the TV or the radio on for a sense of company when you’re busy even though you’re not really watching or listening, only this background noise was a monologue from an Australian life’s story documentary that you can’t ignore no matter how hard you try... Her yammering narration that had begun with her residence, which had now moved on to some publicly embarrassing incident in Malta, didn’t skip a beat as I knotted the rope that trussed her wrists to the bed above her head, nor did it slow as I slid her pants from her perfect legs, and damn were they ever perfect…

Taking a leaf from her book, as I crawled up her body and took the ball gag from the edge of the bed, I briefly recalled my distant past; specifically the countless times in secondary school where I was called names and bullied by my classmates for mentioning bondage in an art class. Suddenly though, all of the insults and bullying felt worth it, because in my mind I had thought to myself; that if any of my classmates had found themselves in bed with this woman at any point in their lives, then they’d be clamouring for something to shut her up with too… I was and had always been totally in the right and it had paid off, I’d never been so relieved to have a ball gag so close by.

“Open your mouth” I said to her in a commanding yet dulcet tone with the straps of the ball gag pulled taut between my hands.

With a courteous smile she stopped talking and opened her mouth. The room was silent. So silent that it was almost eerie and it would have been if it hadn’t have felt so refreshing.

I bent forward and leaned over her, bringing the two inch ball gag closer and eventually into her open and accepting mouth. The gag was a perfect fit and looked as if it had been tailored to her especially and as I raised her head to tightly buckle the straps behind her head I was made instantly and painfully aware of my body’s throbbing sensations; my thundering heart slamming against my chest ensured that I was completely conscious of my sudden trembling and rising temperature. I swallowed hard and dragged my attention away from her lips and the ball gag and focused on her eyes…

Her name is Anna; she is tall, has a slender figure, long blond hair, green eyes and she also talks far too much, well, talked. She is tightly bound and perfectly gagged beneath my trembling body, our breasts are pressed together, my hand is caressing her bare waist, my tongue and lips are pressing against her gagged mouth and I am wholly aware of the explosions surrounding me; hers, mine and those from outside which bathe our room in vibrant and intense natural colour.