Sesame & Diane’s BDSM Cruise Challenge Part 1
Remember . . . It’s All You Can Eat!
It was Cruise Time for Diane and Sesame! It would have been more exciting had Zatanna not made them earn their Tickets by a public display of remote controlled forced mutual and multiple orgasms . . . at Granny’s Craft Emporium and Job Fair!
Relive their fun time here: Sesame & Diane’s Remote Vibrator Challenge
Wearing only their pink and black bikinis, Diane and Sesame rushed towards each other, and hugged each other at the entrance to the Gangway. Turning to enter, the first thing they see is a large bedazzled sign that says: [WELCOME TO GRANNY’S CRAFT EMPORIUM INAUGURAL CRUISE! Hope you brought your Glue Gun!]
Both were speechless . . . until a big gust blew the loosely taped in place sign to expose the actual sign: [WELCOME TO GRAGORIO’S INAUGURAL BDSM CRUISE! Hope you brought your Glue Gun!] Just as Diane started to ask, “What’s with the Glue Guns? This sign dropped to the dock . . .
Exposing . . . finally . . . a sign that simply says: [GANGWAY TO YOUR BDSM DREAMS!] Sesame looking around asks, “So did we win these Tickets from Zatanna or from Harley Quinn? I just know Z is somewhere watching and laughing her ass off right now.”
Getting through the crowds, across the Grand Promenade, down the smaller hallways and to their room wasn’t too tough . . . since they truly weren’t allowed to bring anything beyond themselves and their Bikinis. Their passports, ID’s, and tiny handbags were taken and locked up in two of the lockers labeled [Submissive] using their biometrics for unlocking later.
Doing this process gave Diane such a tingle, while Sesame originally put her stuff into a locker labeled [Mistress] The Stewart had to take her stuff out and commented, “Its obvious which one of you two need to be punished first.”
This excited Diane, until she realized he meant Sesame. “No Fair!” Sesame hard slaps Diane’s un-expecting ass {Smack!} “Ohhh! . . . Thanks. I feel better now.” Sesame and Diane are not a couple . . . but were close enough after holding hands, supporting each other through the most intense forced orgasms they could remember.
So sharing a cabin really shouldn’t be a challenge. They both know, there’s another, much more intense challenge just waiting for them . . . which didn’t have to wait long at all! “CONGRADULATIONS!” Screamed Red, the Cruise Director, as they entered their Cabin. “You lucky Passengers are being treated to the Honeymooner’s Special!”
In their small Cabin, there were already five people in there before them! Red and four of his Entertainment Team were standing around their bed. On their bedspread were two pairs of locking leather, fur-lined cuffs, four timer locks, long chain and two combination locks . . .
“And here we go!” Says Sesame. “This doesn’t look too bad.” Comments Diane. Sesame turns Diane by her shoulders, to make clear eye contact, “You do realize, this is Zatanna who’s doing all of this? You know . . . Zatanna Dark? Sometimes known as Zatanna Xtra Dark?”
Diane replies, “I do realize that . . . which is why I’m already soaking wet with excitement.” Each of the Team were holding out open leather cuffs . . . waiting for their wrists. “Fine!” Says Sesame, as each Team Member tightly straps and then locks the straps closed with one of the four timed locks.
“Just how many hours are those timer locks set for?” Asks Sesame. Red replies, “The maximum . . . 99 hours.” Sesame, not happy, “That’s over four days! This Cruise is only four days total! Ok . . . we need to stop here. I’m sorry Diane, but I need to leave.”
Red calmly adds, “Then you’ll both need to leave for disrespecting your Mistress.” He points at the letter size picture frame on the wall . . .
1. Never Disrespect your Mistress or Master’s Gifts
2. No Passenger shall unlock or untie another’s Slave
3. Submissives will Follow Commands from all Tops
4. Have Fun! Pizza Buffet is at Midnight in the Lounge!
Sesame grabs the frame so she can see the real rules behind it . . . but its screwed to the wall! Diane with her saddest of puppy dog eyes says to Sesame, “Pretty Please! I don’t want to leave . . . Please Sesame! . . . I’ll rub your anything.”
The Team proceeded to wrap each end of the long chain around each of their waists. The cold hard metal made both of them jump, before it finally warmed up from their skin. Each end was pulled snug enough; they couldn’t slide over their hips, as the combination locks were put into place.
They have become their own little chain gang of two with maybe three feet between them. “Well at least our hands are free.” Says Sesame, a second before Red continues with, “Ok, now put your arms behind your backs.”
Sesame asks, “For how long?” as Diane quietly mumbles, “I hope for a long time.” Red explains, according to the instructions, just until you find the keys to your locks. Then you can enjoy the rest of the Cruise all Fun and Free. There’s a clue right here explaining where you need to go.”
Both of them move their arms behind their backs, allowing the locks to be closed {Click} {Click}. Then two more locks {Click} {Click} . . . and two more {Click} {Click} . . . and turning back around, Sesame sees the Lock Out Tag Out Hasp between Diane’s bound, strapped and locked wrists, with room for Six Total Locks!
She tries to turn and {Click} {Click} “Fucking Stop It!” {Click} {Click} “Diane!” Diane had such an “O” face going by hearing so many locks closing! She was in her own little world! {Click} {Click}.
“Ok! . . . There you go! Happy Honeymoon you two! . . . Here’s your clue!” Red tosses and index size card onto the bed that simply reads: [BOW] as he and his Team all leave Sesame and Diane’s Cabin . . .
Their arms are being weighed down by each now having a total of eight locks keeping their arms helpless. Each had two timer locks, which won’t open or release their wrist cuffs until the Cruise is over! Plus six locks apiece keeping the Lockout Hasps holding their wrists together solidly closed!
Sesame turns again to Diane and asks, “So are you happy now Diane?” Diane quickly kisses Sesame on her lips, while being unable to avoid a very friendly and pleasant breast bump. “Let’s get to the bow then . . .”
Had the two of them been walking anywhere else, chained together, wrist bound and bikini clad, they would of been the main event . . . not on a BDSM Themed Cruise. There was more leather, chains, locks and whips then they’ve ever seen before. “You do know Diane . . . Z is somewhere on this Cruise also.” Diane quietly licked her lips at the sights . . .
Getting to the bow, they got to enjoy the re-imagining of the most iconic Movie scene ever! Jack and Rose look-a-likes were standing tall on the bottom rail of the front most tip of the bow. Rose’s arms were spread like wings as Jack had his arms around her waist.
The re-imagining part you ask? Well Rose’s arms are straight out because of the cross they are tightly bound to and Jack’s arms are trapped around her waist due to the handcuffs. Sesame couldn’t help but comment, “Fuck! That is Hot!”
On the back edge of Jack’s basic brown coat, the index card reads: [SAY IT] Sesame goes, “That’s easy . . . I’m King of The World!” and nothing happens. Sesame tries a second time even louder and still . . . nothing . . .
“Wrong scene” says Diane. “I’m Flying!” With that, Rose says, “36” as Jack drops a new index card that reads: [STERN] Screaming out loud, “Z! One fucking number at a time! Really? Dammit!” Shaking her head at their predicament . . .
“Um . . . Sesame . . . isn’t the Stern the complete opposite end of the ship?” “Lets just get our steps in Diane . . . I’m not in the talking mood!” As they walk, chained together, arms pulled back, breasts pushing outwards, the pair did get their share of quiet attention from both Tops and Bottoms and Crew along the way.
Finally at the stern, they both looked around trying to find another bondage scene . . . but there’s none to be found? Back and forth, up and down . . . over the rail? Nothing? Until they both saw her at the same time and said “Stern!” together.
A very angry looking Latex Nunn was tapping her fingers of her left hand on the ships rail while lightly smacking her right leg with an extra long riding crop. Diane asks, “How is she not sweating to death in so much black latex?” Sesame answers, “That is why she’s so stern.”
Our sexy as fuck duo, head over to the Nunn as Zatanna enjoys the swinging of their Asses along with the rattle of their chains and locks. “Best Cruise Ever!” Says Zatanna as she adjusts her oversized hat to cover just enough of her face from prying eyes.
Diane asks, “Can we have the number?” The Nunn smacks her crop down hard on the two elementary sized school desks behind her they didn’t see until just now, as she even louder, says, “10!” “Ok, so that’s 36 . . . 10 and we just need the third number.”
Again, the Nunn smacks the desk and this time says, “10 Each!” Realizing what this stern latex Nunn wanted of them, Diane says, “Goodie!” before bending over one of the desks. “Fuck! I’m chained to you and we need the digits.” Sesame positions herself over the second desk and {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
They quickly get the first of ten each, as the passengers on the stern, quickly stop playing Sissy Shuffle board with Ball-Tied Bella to watch the show. This Nunn was a Bitch with a crop! Not holding back at all! Every {SMACK!} {SMACK!} Leaving bright red burning stings on the pair of jiggling the perfect amount Asses that have been submitted to her!
Finally standing back up straight and sore, the Nunn says, “18” and gives them their next card which reads: [BALLROOM] Had they been in Zatanna’s mansion, the ballroom would be where Z keeps her castration collection. Being a Cruise Ship, they decide to go to the actual Ballroom . . .
At least the Ballroom was in the center, so they didn’t need to walk the length of the ship this time. The Captain was at his table, surrounded by what our duo is guessing were offerings. Close to a dozen slaves, male, female, everything in between and more. Naked, gagged and bound to their chairs. With the rest of the room being empty, they headed to the table.
The Captain looks up from his under the table bonus Slave and says, “69”. They both knew no combination lock goes that high. He points to the center of the ballroom floor and once again says, “69”.
Diane looks at Sesame and says, “I’m sorry for getting you into this.” Sesame smiles, “Its ok . . . I’ve been thinking about this now for some time . . . and now we don’t have a choice . . . right?” Diane starts to explain, “Actually, we do . . .” and Sesame’s index finger pushes against her lips with the unspoken “Shush” motion.
They go to the middle of the dark ballroom floor and get onto their knees together. “Oh . . . almost forgot . . . take your tops off also.” Diane comments, “Rule number three.” With their arms bound, they had to use their teeth to take them off to untie and remove each other’s bikini tops.
Then, the only way to complete their given instructions, was to find ways to get their bikini bottoms removed. Hands, teeth, and feet . . . along with the occasional butt scoot. The three feet of slack in their waist chain added to the difficulty of their game of BDSM Cruise Twister.
Naked, wet and excited, its time to fully enjoy each other’s company on the nice dark ballroom floor . . . and the Captain starts up the mirror ball, laser lights and extremely loud head banging punk rock music! “I know this song!” Yells Diana as her head starts to bob as Sesame yells back, “Careful Diane! Teeth! Ouch!”
For the next half hour, the Captain only played that one song . . . over and over and over! Finally flipping back on the full lights as Diane and Sesame’s sweat covered naked bodies completed their own little challenge . . . multiple times . . . “33!” says the Captain, before he slides under his table.
“Great! 36 . . . 18 . . . 33.” Says Diane seconds before Sesame breaks the bad news. “This lock only goes to 30! FUCK YOU ZATANNA!” Diane asks, “Now what do we do?” Sesame thinks for a moment . . . “I know what those numbers are! Follow me!”
They couldn’t get their tops back on, but did find away to get their bikini bottoms on. “What are the numbers for?” asks Diane, out of breath, as she tries to keep up with Sesame who’s now on a mission . . . “Come On! . . . Just tell me!”
Making a quick turn and yank of their waist chain, Sesame drags Diane into the Cruise Ship’s Gift Store! Then dragging her to the counter, and nudges her head in the direction of the massive collection of every type of Barbie Doll you’ve ever seen.
Sesame says, “I hate to admit I even know this . . . but 36 . . . 18 . . . 33 is Barbie’s measurements in real life.” Diane says, “Great! Now all we need is to know which of the six dozen Barbie’s we’re looking for?”
“Simple!” Says Sesame. “We just need to think like Zatanna.” “Bad news Sesame . . . nobody thinks like Zatanna . . . hey! Wait! The one on the top left! The Equestrian Barbie!” Sesame starts to ask, “Why that . . .” and stops, when she sees the black knee-high boots and her little Barbie black riding crop.
The guy behind the counter says, “That’ll be $99.95 . . . did you want her gift wrapped in her box or taken out and tied up nice and tight? I have tiny rope.” Both the girls realized they have no way to pay . . .
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Sweat is poring off of Diane’s forehead and her arms are growing tired, as she tries her best at her first behind the back, hand job on the Keeper of the Doll! “My arms can’t go any more! You have to take over again Sesame!” He lets out a few quiet grunts. “There’s no way I can go any more either!”
“WHY DON’T YOU JUST FUCKING SQUIRT ALREADY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Arms shaking, out of breath, Diane gives up to avoid passing out . . . wanting so bad to just punch him in the nuts! “Asshole! We know you’re holding back! I just don’t know how?”
Sesame says, “Feet?” and the Keeper perks up! Both of them reposition and get all four naked sets of toes up against his damn near bleeding cock! The second Diane tries her monkey grab trick he unloads harder, faster and farther than humanly possible! “HOLY FUCK! LOOKOUT!” Screams Sesame . . .
Diane wasn’t fast enough as the left side of her face is blasted by more semen then there are seamen in the whole Cruise Ship! Knocking her onto her back! “Are you ok?” Choking back out the large hot load that somehow found it’s way into her closed mouth! “Just give us the Fucking Doll Dude!”
Written on the bottom of the box, is the combo to their waist chain locks. Thank god they were a matching set needing the same set of numbers! Finally free from each other, they can move about a little easier.
Now they each only have six more locks a piece to go . . .
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