When I’d finished doing up the bed, I expected Guest 17 to tell me I’d done a bad job and to do it all over again. But apparently he wanted to fuck Milk Cow more than he wanted to tell me off, because he just told me to sit on the damn chair again, then he picked her up bodily and dumped her on the beautiful tidy bed I had just made, and started fucking her.
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Tatiana’s Awakening: Chapter 6
I sat on ‘my chair’ watching Guest 17 fuck Milk Cow on the bed I had just made.
I guess I should explain the naming system here on the Princess.
Us admins, security, hospitality staff, we all get to keep our real-world names, because we don’t matter. The guests all come in anonymously as Guest and a numeral, and if occasionally you recognise someone because you saw him on the front cover of a magazine, you don’t ever tell anyone.
The dolls get re-named during their training, and no-one ever says what they were called before, back when they were real people, before they spent their days fucking and being fucked for men’s pleasure, on a luxury yacht in the middle of the ocean.
Doll names are always demeaning. They’re either body parts or they relate to some aspect of fucking. Right now, on this yacht, we have Big Tits, Big Breasts, at least three Boobjobs, Blowjob, Fuckable, Cumslut, Thigh Gap, Milk Cow and Sex Toy, to just name a few. The doll Guest 17 used last night was called Fuck Me, which is a pretty generic name as far as doll names go. When I’m a doll, I’m going to have a unique and special name, I can tell you.
There are some dolls, very special dolls who were trained specially for the Big Boss’ house, who get real names. I saw the Big Boss’ new girl last time he visited the yacht. She’s his private slut and she goes with him everywhere and only very special guests get to use her when she’s on board.
I don’t envy her to be honest. The Big Boss is the ultimate privileged guest, the man who dreamed up this whole system, the man who profits from the lot of us.
The Big Boss’ private concubine sits in his office all day, and sucks him off when he wants, and spreads her legs when he wants a mid-afternoon fuck break. She gets loaned out to any favoured clients and employees.
I’ve heard that if you agree to a lucrative business deal with the Big Boss, you get to fuck her sweet cunt to close the deal. Anyway, she doesn’t get a doll name, her name is Peaches, probably a reference to her very pretty breasts, soft skin and disgustingly sweet personality.
On the ship right now, we also have Sex Kitten, who is stunningly gorgeous. She was the Big Boss’ concubine before he retired her. Anywhere else on earth, people would be mean to Sex Kitten – she’s beautiful and privileged and she just got kicked down a step from the Boss’ mistress to a public doll any guest on the ship can use. But Sex Kitten – like all the dolls, honestly – has a sweet, soft personality like a fluffy ten-week-old kitten playing with your shoelaces, and no-one can be bitchy to her.
Guest 17 had a good time with Milk Cow – fucked her in the cunt (missionary position), then rolled her over to fuck her from behind (doggie position), then eventually he came in her arse, before slapping her on the butt and telling her to go kneel underneath his desk to be ready to suck him off while he did some work. She obeyed, of course, because she’s a doll and that’s what they do.
As for me, he told me to stand up, and informed me I had sixty minutes to eat whatever food I needed for the day, and to have a shower and put on a fresh uniform.
I didn’t waste my time arguing with him, I scarpered for the door and the shower and blessed, heavenly food. I don’t know what I enjoyed the most – feeling clean from the shower, my hair braided tightly back against my head in the kind of complex bun you can only do with strong, wiry hair like mine, or the taste of a hot bun in my mouth, the first food I’d had in nearly 24 hours.
The clean uniform fitted tightly around my body and as always on this ship, I felt overdressed. Our collars are high, our sleeves are long and the only skin that is ever visible is our hands and faces. I ran a greedy hand across my pussy and into my cunt and found I was soaking wet. I masturbated desperately for five minutes or so, but I didn’t have time to get myself off.
My uniform felt over-tight around my boobs and crotch. I remembered that today was actually my day off and felt angry all over again.
I really didn’t want to go back.
I thought about not going back.
But I’d been humiliated and degraded enough in the last 24 hours, and I knew if I didn’t go back, either Guest 17 would come to find me, or more likely he’d send the supervisor or the guards to get me, and then he’d have an excuse to punish me.
I wasn’t stupid enough to think I was getting out of this. I could argue to hell and back that it wasn’t fair, that serving asshole Guest 17 wasn’t my job, but at the end of the day I was on a ship in the middle of the ocean and no-one here was going to take my side.
So I went back, arriving at his rooms on the dot of my sixty minutes. I hated myself that I was obedient enough to get back within his ridiculous timeframe. I expected that he’d be on the bed, on the couch, on the floor, on the balcony, fucking Milk Cow’s glorious cunt or drinking her sweet milk.
But the guest wasn’t there at all. There was just a note on the bed in his strong handwriting saying (I am not joking): ‘Good girl. Sit on the chair, Tatiana’.
I hated him so much in that moment. My fury welled up inside me and I actually found myself crying, and I was so fucking glad the asshole wasn’t there to see me.
The silence in the room rang in my ears like a hurricane. I folded the note, carefully, twice, and slid it into my pocket. Then I walked across the room and sat down in the chair, and I didn’t even know why I did that, except that maybe I was scared of him and maybe I was just a good admin, trying to live up to the lofty ideals they indoctrinate us with in induction.
The guest is always right.
When a guest interrupts your work to ask you to do to a thing that’s outside your duties, smile and say ‘of course, Sir, right away’.
Always, do everything you can to make sure that every guest has a perfect stay.
I still believed, at that stage, you see, that good admins were just as important to the guests’ stay as the dolls. They might fuck the dolls, I’d say to myself, but without me, their stay would be nothing. Now, I know better, of course. I’m sick of not being noticed around here. The concubines have it better in just about every way, and I’m determined to become one as soon as I can.
Read Chapter 7 of ‘Tatiana’s Awakening’ here.
Tatiana’s Awakening is a published novel with 32 chapters (112 pages) of intense BDSM erotica. Available on Smashwords and All These Roadworks.
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