I met Ana at one of the more 'punk' bars on the cruise ship. Punk of course, in the way a Tiki bar represents authentic Polynesian culture. It's all artifice and misunderstanding, but the music is better than elsewhere, and there are fewer of the conservative pensioner couples. She was elfish and playful, and had a dominant flair I couldn't ignore. I quickly confessed my kinks under her skillful interrogation, and she immediately told me about a secret members-only femdom club. She was a member, and she can take a sub.. So we set off through the endless corridors. I felt like a kidnapped mortal in elfland, as she guided me through labyrinthine passageways, and often took me by the shoulders to firmly turn me in the right direction at a crossing.

And then there it is. An unassuming glass door, covered with curtains. "Members only." She opens the door and pulls me in. A small foyer, where she presents her card to a young girl, and the two giggle looking at me. I am instructed to undress. Right there. Yes, it's a test. If I can't handle this, I'm not guest material. I comply, and my clothes and belongings are swallowed by a key locker. She puts away the key, and guides me through a curtained passageway.

Instead of the heaven I was imagining, I arrive in my vision of some upper circle of hell. The scent of dick is overpowering. It's how I have always imagined a seedy porn theater at a truck stop. Dark walls, the scent of dick and sweat, heavy breathing in the air, and lots of men. Only.. it's quite clear this place is run by a different logic. Instead of cinema chairs or seedy cubicles, there are long rubbery benches the men straddle in single file rows, like choo-choo trains. Each of them naked, and with no backrests to separate them, sitting almost in one anothers' laps. One hand always holds the person in front - on the thigh, hips or torso, while with the other they are frantically rubbing on their own dick.. The clientele seems somehow softer than what I might imagine at a truck stop theater too, and definitely more gender-diverse... I feel a shudder going through me, as I notice some of the masturbators seem to be trans women...

The screen covering the entire far wall is radiating warm, welcoming tones, as a woman with a round face and prominent dimples applies coat after coat of lip gloss, making subtle and loud smacking sounds toward the camera. She slowly unwraps a strip of bubble gum and begins to chew loudly.

I can't see any of the masturbators' faces, but their ragged breath and animalistic undulation at every movement of that glossy lip on the screen is more than enough to fill me with disgust. This isn't what I imagined... nor what I came here for. Ana, as if noticing my mood, tugs on my hand, quickly pulling me across the cinema room and behind a curtain. And... it is a proper dungeon. The way I had always imagined, with benches and crosses and hardpoints, cages, and several dommes, some chatting, some delighting in the reactions of shackled submissives.

"Hey Lily, look what I found," she chirps, presenting me to a middle aged woman in leather.

The person called Lily smiles at me as one would smile at a piece of nice clothing, and gestures to someone behind us. "Nice one, Ana. What are your plans with this one?"

"Aw, the poor thing got a bit spooked by the theater. We need to soften it up a bit." She is holding me tight, her nipples poking my back, and I can feel her breath in my ear.

"Good," Lily answers, and gently but firmly guides me toward a bench. "On your back, toy." I comply, and feel leather shackles tightening on my wrists and ankles. It's strangely comfortable. Strangely natural. Strangely wonderful. Above me a large, circular lamp.. Like an surgical lamp from a bizarro world, drawing in my eyes with swirling pink light. A new face leans in over me, a tall woman with black hair in a ponytail.

"Oooh, here's the new toy.. It's such a pretty one, too... Let's see how nicely it reacts.." She slowly, sensually presses into my abdomen in several places. Like I remember a doctor doing it once.. But these presses are playful, and she giggles with each new depth she reaches in my softening body. It slowly occurs to me how.. penetrative.. this feels. Am I being fucked? In my belly? With a gloved hand? Under this swirling surgical light of dizzying pink?

I look around for Ana, but she's nowhere to be found... I've been left alone with these women, completely at their mercy. Feeling increasingly small and lost, my mind latches on to my two new tormentors as sources of safety. Is this what Freud called transference? Am I imprinting on them? Lily produces a large jar and a spatula, and takes a large gob of gel from it, leaning over to show me.

"This will make you feel nice..." she says, and slowly applies it to my anus and taint. It tingles, slowly building in heat and sensitivity. "Such a good little toy, giving in so readily," the tall woman sings in my ear, pulling on a chain which lifts my ankles in the air. "So exposed! So.. vulnerable.." She produces a thin cane, and begins patting my ass and reaching in to tap on my taint with the cane's tip.. Gentle taps, yet my skin stings and tingles with electrified passion.

"Look, it's already drooling.. Almost ready for insertion.."

"It will make such a cute little wanker for us, won't it.."

"Wanking until all that mind has dribbled out through this cute fuckable mouth..." Fingers in latex glove invade my mouth.. "Or through this cute widdle leaky dick.."

I allow myself to be led in a hot daze as I am unshackled, and guided through a red lit corridor. The tall woman opens a door, and I find myself facing the masturbators in the theater room. All of them fixated on the screen, eyes wide, mouths drooling, hips undulating on the benches.. I am led in front of an effeminate chubby man with a clean shaved baby face, his dick leaking in a slack, gawky two-finger grip he's rubbing it with up and down... The women lather something onto the bench and chubby guy's groin before turning me around, and guiding me to straddle it. I am pushed down, and feel a soft, moist hand gripping my side.. The man's thighs press into my butt, and I can feel his slack hand and the tip of his dick touching the small of my back over and over. The bench is oily, its ribbed surface press into my ass and taint almost penetratively. I can't help but begin undulating on it. It smells like dick. It's in my nose, in my open, drooling mouth..

"There, there..." the tall woman whispers in my ear, gently taking hold of my head and tilting it upwards toward the screen. "Good toy, now just watch and wank..."

The screen is full of warm and inviting colors. The curvy domme on the screen is smiling, making kissy faces at us and giggling. I feel at home. Safe. Wanted. Aroused. "Imagine this is you", she croons through the speakers, as she sensually pushes another bubblegum strip into her mouth, and loudly smacks on it. "You'll make such a cute bubble.. mmmh..."

A gentle but firm hand guides my wrist toward my dick.. Drooling, lost in the dimpled woman's gigantic projected lips, I take the flaccid member between three fingers... In the fumbling, chaste way I did the very first time I had explored my pleasure, locked in the safety of a toilet stall that was also permeated by the scent of dick. Chubby guy behind me grunts and lets his dick run up my back, pressed into me by his wet belly like a strange leaf between pages of a book. I begin tugging, and slowly, my body responds. I never change my grip.

This is me now. Curvy dimples domme on the screen is my world. She, and the scent of dick, and the breathing, and the occasional wet touch on my back. Part of me is aware of how me from not that long ago would be disgusted by what they turned me into.. but it doesn't matter. This is me now. Just as They wanted. Right from the start. And They know better.