Haley Rose woke up to the gentle lapping of the ocean waves against the side of the cruise ship. She yawned, stretched her arms behind her head, and pulled aside the curtains that covered her balcony doors. As she looked out into the bright morning sun, her eyes fell upon an unexpected sight.
There he was, tied up and blindfolded on her small boat deck, bobbing up and down in the cold water with each passing wave. A small tether kept him from drifting too far away from her. The sight of him undid something in her; she felt a twinge of excitement and anticipation mixed with a hint of satisfaction. This was her toilet slave, and he was here to serve her every need, even while she was on vacation.
With a smirk, Haley walked back into her luxurious cabin, her bare feet padding softly against the plush carpet. She could almost feel her slave's gaze boring into her back as she closed the door behind her. She took a moment to admire the room before returning to the balcony, where he was still waiting patiently.
"Good morning, slave," she purred, her voice carrying over the sound of the ocean. She reached into a small cooler she had prepared ahead of time and pulled out a small bundle. Unwrapping it, she revealed a tray bearing his breakfast: a small bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice.
As he watched, eagerly waiting for his morning meal, Haley reached into her shorts and pulled out a small remotely controlled vibrator. Smirking, she turned it on and let it knead gently against her clit, feeling the pleasant buzz spread through her body.
"Are you ready for breakfast, slave?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. With a click of the remote, the vibrator increased in intensity, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She bit her bottom lip, suppressing a moan as she stepped closer to the still-bound figure at her feet.
"Open wide," she commanded, and before he could even move, the vibrator shot another wave of pleasure through her core. With a deep breath, she leaned forward and extended her arm, the fingers of her free hand gently tracing the outline of his lips.
Then, with a grunt of exertion, she lowered her trembling body onto the cold metal of the deck, placed his head gently between her spread thighs, and lowered her face until it was almost touching his. His eyes were wide with fear and anticipation as he watched, waiting for what she would do next.
"Welcome to the Original Poop Cruise," she moaned softly, her breath hot against his neck. "You're going to love this trip."
And with that, she delivered on her promise.
