I tingled when we walked in arm in arm for he was still steadying me, I took in the room. I gasped and said a silent "Oh my" to myself, for it was so opulent in an Victorian Boudoir theme, so very feminine, and so elegantly tasteful, that it caused me to immediately to think of having crossed over that line, as I had done so recently. By putting me in this room, they were openly acknowledging and encouraging my feminine acting and existence. I realised they really ‘desired’ me to be the Best Mistress possible.

Warning these chapters describe the use of some drugs and chemicals that are harmful to humans and individuals. Please don’t read them if you are offended by this or if you would prefer not to.
This is the warning.
They are part of the story and a part of history so I will not ignore them to satisfy some puritanical righteousness felt by some segments of our enlightened society.
As to what they are:

Laudanum was used in many countries during the period between the 1600’s until the 1910’s when it came to be governed in it’s manufacture and distribution as a narcotic. It is an opiate.
By the 18th century, the medicinal properties of opium and laudanum were well-known. Many physicians extolled the virtues of laudanum and recommended the drug for practically every ailment. Opium, and after 1820, morphine, was mixed with everything imaginable: mercury, hashish, cayenne pepper, ether, chloroform, belladonna, whiskey, wine and brandy.
As one researcher has noted: "To understand the popularity of a medicine that eased--even if only temporarily--coughing, diarrhea and pain, one only has to consider the living conditions at the time." In the 1850s, "cholera and dysentery regularly ripped through communities, its victims often dying from debilitating diarrhea," and dropsy, consumption, ague and rheumatism were all too common.

Cannabis Sativa or Marijuana and Hashish has been used since ancient times, for various purposes including religious, spiritual, medical, as well as recreational.
Many famous and enlightened people are said to have used Cannabis and it’s residue has been found in many ancient locales. As well as being mentioned in many and varied Historical documents.

Opium is a derivative of the opium poppy or Papaver somniferum. And again has been used for centuries by many cultures and societies for various purposes

This should not be in any way misconstrued as the Author endorsing their use or condoning it’s vilification.

Just say NO !

Thank you for your patience.

Discussing Smoking with Lisele

Lisele came around soon after I had gotten into the lovely silk ensemble I had found in the cabinet. I met her warmly with a hug and a kiss to a lovely cheek, she returned my kiss.

There was still that constant hammering and load noises from down the passage way, it was grating on my nerves.

Stepping back we looked at each other at arms length and smiled at the same time. Enjoying just the thought of the naughty pleasures I could have with her. I swung her over to the bunk and settled into a heap of satins and silks with her snuggled next to me.

In a friendly but conspiratorial tone, she said "Hey Allyson, want to know a secret? I just want to show you something." She leaned over to the small table at the head of my bunk. The first thing I noticed was how neat it was probably a result of her attentions to my new cabin.

"A little bird told me that you like to smoke cannabis on occasion" she said in a sly, knowing tone.

"Who told you that?" I asked incredulously. It wasn't that I was angry or anything, I knew where she was going with this but decided to play along.

"Well, we’re going though these changes and there were times that you were delirious and feverish. No big deal, sweetie… I just wanted you to know that I like partaking of the weed myself and that I've got a nice little stash here of really excellent Hawaiian herb that the Doctor has acquired for us"

She nodded her head toward the table, the one with the hookah sitting on it and two small golden boxes with jewelled lids, carved very nicely with roses and thorns. Those were the ones that I had wanted explore when she had brought them in, on one of her numerous trips out of the cabin. Ones that I could not take without either her of the Doctor accompanying me. In a fun-loving way, she showed me the contents of another box, a couple of ounces of herb in a sealskin bag and all the necessary paraphernalia. I got a good whiff of the stuff and immediately knew it was very strong. A few inhales and I'd be worthless for hours.

Thankfully, she didn't suggest that we partake, rather saying: "You're welcome to this whenever you want. Just smoke when the smoking lamp is lit, and right here, alright? And try to avoid letting the Doctor see you. He smokes on occasion, too, but, you know how it is…" she trailed off the hint. “The Doctor would feel guilty knowing he was prescribing something that the rest of the medical community does everyday. I don’t know why, he just feels that way or so he said. He really is changing his attitude toward you and I you know.”

I grinned, thanked her, and told her I understood perfectly. I confided to her that I didn't smoke much because it made me 'all deliciously languid and stuff'. She understood and said it was just my anxieties getting the better of me and I shouldn't listen to them, adding "I've got some advice for you if it feels good and your anxiety stays down then do it !

“And please use the hookah whenever you want. it is being provided to you - for your anxiety by the Doctor. So make sure like any medicine you are told to take,…. that you take it.”

I was uncertain of this, but left it alone as she was just passing on advice from the Doctor.

It's Sinking In

As the pain of this sight slowly subsided, I gawked in disbelief at my naked reflection in the mirror. The transformation had to be completed by now; I couldn’t imagine anything else that could be altered to make me seem any more feminine than I did at this very moment. I looked like some cheap dockside comfort girl with a full head of blond hair, a pair of tiny breasts, a tattoo, and enough curves to make any sailor happy, but still brushed up and dressed and I would look like a regal pampered Lady of Royal Blood.

As I continued to stare, my hand seemed drawn like a magnet toward the incredibly smooth groin that dove endlessly between my legs. I immediately squatted, ever so slightly, so as to allow my hand to slide between them...tracing a barely visible slit from the front, where my now reduced penis sat at the top of the slit, all the way back until it melded into the crack between the cheeks of my ass. As I moved my hand back in the other direction, my fingers slid in between the folds of both sides. I was pushing my fingers in deep until they met some resistance that now existed between my legs; a stark contrast to the small cock and pair of balls that I had come on board with. Straightening back to look at my face I was still amazed, anyone could have seen the surprise, shock, and questioning looks that crossed my face. Golly that is real …ooohhhmyy goodddness.

They had done it, well the Doctor did, Doctor Henry Matsen had accomplished what I could have only dreamed of before coming aboard the Acies Mentis, changed a human body to the appearance of the opposite gender. This was completely astonishing and a revelation to me, I, Charles Roth was now Allyson Sophié Rachélle Marcéau-Chantil. A changeling to the female gender…and what a delightful looking Allyson I made.

I sat back on the bed to absorb this… this ..New existence, this new reality.
Acceptance and adoption were decided on right then, I would do this. I had no choice but I would have chosen it anyway because,…God did I love satins and silks and pampering. Dresses and petticoats, stockings and high heels, bonnets and my breasts! I accepted this now as I accepted all feminine things.

Accepting brought a new feeling of freedom and release, I didn’t drop my shoulders, I stood straight and square. This was my future I had been made my choice, of course I had been prompted into this life by my mother and auntie, but if I was really that repulsed by all this why had I accepted it so readily? I knew deep down that this is what I wanted and how events had turned out in my favour for once. I had decided now all there was id to move forward.

Remorse

I stood transfixed staring at my reflection. From the door I heard a small soft knock, and knew it must be Lisele.

I called over “ Come in.”

The door opened and she walked in completely dressed in a very nice rose coloured skirt and bodice with lace dripping from her bosom.

Seeing me standing before the mirror. She asked if there was anything wrong?
Shaking my head, my many blond ringlets shook as well.

Lisele said. ”Come on Allyson snap out of it you’re scaring me . Whats the matter? Anything,…Please my M’lady talk to me.”

I turned and walked over to the bed and sat down heavily. She immediately came over and sat next to me or because of her full skirts near me. Stoking my hair with her right hand she whispered in my ear. “Did something bad happen, sweetheart? Are you,..”

“My winkie is gone.” I whispered back.

“Ooohh…that’s what has happened eh?” Seeing the concern on my face she tried a conciliatory tack “No, no its just changed now…it may not be your winkie anymore ~ its now is your little clittie, MiLady.”

“Oh Lisele don’t make it sound like such a little thing, perhaps the winky was small, but its gone now and that is a big change. I never...never in a million years of wishing and praying could have changed who I was. But here on this vessel it has happened and very quickly, too.”

“No no you have just embarked on a new life.”

She continued to stoke my hair and soothe me with small whisperings in my hair and ear, blowing on my neck occasionally.

I sobbed a little bit and wanted to lay down for a good cry, but she was having none of that.

And said, ”You will stop feeling sorry for yourself, Allyson…you have no reason, look at the wonderful things ahead of you now.”

“I know what you need a nice soothing smoke, and a hot bath lets go …up girl up!”

She sprang into action ushering me into the tub room, and called through the wall for water. Soon out of the faucet there was a hot stream of clean water, Lisele lit some of the many candles surrounding the bath and added some incense to the rapidly humidifying air, She poured bathing salts into the water as well as some bath oil, further scenting the air as she went further preparing my bath, while I sat listlessly on the commode depressed and rejected. Lost in dread and remorse.

Lisele came back a moment later with the small whales tooth hashish pipe, holding the pipe in my face she struck a Lucifer and looked at me in the eyes saying. “Come on sweety ..You mustn't be like this …please Allie please inhale …there that’s my good girl“. As I did what she wanted, and sucked some of the dense smoke into my lungs. Feeling the familiar rushing floating come upon me. I relaxed and slumped in my seat on the lid of the commode. Kneeling in front of me she pushed the pipe at me again, I took it between my lips and sucked deeply, wanting now the sweet release of numbness then sleep.

The bath continued to fill and I focused on the sound of the water and bubbles filling the tub. Lisele soon rapped on the bulkhead and the water stopped, still a foot from the lip of the tub, but then there were the bubbles and suds which made up the difference to overflow the lip and fall to the slotted oak flooring. She came back over for me and slipped an arm around me to help me to my feet and undress me. Then seeing that I was no help to her at all during the undressing, she lifted me into the tub and leaned me against the side, hoping that if she undressed quickly enough then I couldn’t fall over and drowned. Sound in theory. I was out of it …so down and depressed I thought that perhaps I should die. But then I slid over into the water face first and thought oh this is nice and warm, I could stay here.

Lisele screamed and reached over as quick as she could to grab anything though the mass of bubbles that was a solid white shield, what she found was my thick blond hair, pulling up she raised my face above the water and suds,…and soundly slapped me! I know a look of shock and surprise crossed my face which then folded into tears and sobs. I crumpled within myself and hugged the edge of the tub, crying softly.

Lisele climbed in the tub and pulled me close wrapping her arms around me. Stroking my wet hair and whispering in my ear with hot breathes, I soon relaxed into her arms and we soaked there in the tub whispering to one another her telling me that “it was essential that I use the hookah and hashish ….This was the Doctor’s orders so that my mind would ease around this new perspective and mannerisms, about what had happened and how she was going to show me that the loss of that small thing was the door opening to a much larger more sensuous world. Nobody could reject my beauty now “ she stated and in just a week or so, we would be crossing the Equator.

“And the unveiling of me. Hooray..”

“They’ll love you …no that’s not right..” she paused. “They’ll WORSHIP YOU! The crew is going to be knocked stiff looking at you. now Allyson just calm down and remember your lessons as a Lady. And you will do splendidly.”

"The whole crew will love you!... As a matter of fact …just as evidence, of how they will worship you see how Mr. Harris has been looking after our interests and has been taken with you after such a short encounter no less”

Lisele slowly climbed from the tub and wrapped a robe around her so that she could help me over the lip of the tub, as weak and docile as I was. I stood limply as Lisele dried me vigorously with a fluffy towel. Then she guided me cross the passageway to my cabin and sat me down on the bunk. I was still listless and she helped me to dress in my favorite mauve bed set, the jacket at last in place she almost carried me into the bed and then sat me in the satin covered bed. I leaned back and enjoyed the softness and slippery feel of the satins and silks that surrounded me. Calm now after my soothing bath and smoke.
Lisele went back to the tub room to clean up some and dress herself. Then came back and made me slide over to make room for her. We hugged and she stroked my hair, finally falling into a deep slumber.

Breasts and Bottom

My first thought was my hair is dry, then I looked down at my nakedness, my smooth stomach and thighs, small feet and well shaped calves then I saw my chest - where before I had small boys nipples and a flatness to my upper chest, now they were larger around and darker brown as well as swelling out about an 2 inches or so, they looked just right for my age. I was thrilled - really excited about my budding breasts and they were mine…definitely. Twisting to look behind me to see that my bottom had grown as well but not too big …big bottoms are unsightly …where did that come from ?

Looking in the mirror, my heart pounds in my chest. I breathe deeply and can feel my breasts arch higher with every single breath. My skin becomes clammy with sweat and I begin to twitch in anticipation. I want it, I will it to happen, my mind consumed by it. I yearn for my desire to be quenched.

I close my eyes and wait, waiting for those invisible fingers to settle on the edges of my shirt slowly pulling the two sides apart. My breathing becomes even deeper and my breasts swell under my shirt with each breath. The hands move down one button at a time, sensually touching the exposed skin underneath my shirt. Finally the unbuttoned shirt falls from my shoulders, leaving me only in my corset and skirt that I had Dressed in this morning, with Lisele’s help of course.

I feel the fingers touching my neck, gliding over sensitive skin and falling over my shoulder. They settle on my corset top, fumbling to unlace it. Suddenly the knot gives way and the corset loosens greatly in one big swoosh, releasing the hold on my breasts, the corset I pealed to the floor. My breasts stand a little, cone-ing into their natural position, exposed in all their glory. My nipples harden instantly as the cool air ruches over them.

My fingers still moving slowly over exposed skin, tickling me. My lower lip quivering in expectation. I feel the fingers tracing the roundness of my breast, teasing my nipples to harden even further away from my mounds. Suddenly I slam my legs together as an unexpected gush of excitement flows from between my legs. I didn’t realize I was becoming so aroused.

Then the hands cup my soft, round breasts. They start to rhythmically massage them in slow sensual circles. Rubbing my nipples into an erect frenzy each time the palm moves over them. My breasts get pushed together, enhancing my cleavage. Those soft clever hands feel good on my naked breasts, massaging, squeezing, rubbing, groping them. Each second the hands spend on my magnificent breasts my lust intensifies. I can feel myself gripping down, and squeezing my legs together and pressing tightly on my quim.

Oh I want it, I want it, I want it now! My entire being focused on satisfying this burning beast of desire within me. Oh I want it.

Finally after an eternity of teasing my lust, I feel fingers gliding down over the sweaty skin of my stomach, down toward the culmination of my desire. One hand stays on my breast, pinching my nipple. It’s sore but exciting. At my belly button the fingers pause  ­ first investigating this dent in my perfectly smooth skin.

The fingers at my navel are so frustrating. Yet so provocative and questing. They are so close. So close. Only a few inches from their ultimate destination. My lust driven to the breaking point. The fingers finally abandon my navel and move down to the edge of my skirt. A solitary thumb slips between the material and skin. Slowly it starts rounding the curve off my hip, following the material of my skirt until it reaches the buttons. The other hand leaves my breast to join the one, and help to unbutton those frustrating contrivances. My nipple, throbbing, protests at this desertion, yearning, demanding more stimulation.

Slowly the hands start unbuttoning my skirt. The material folds away exposing the cleft of my ass. As the parting material reaches the limits of itself the hands move up and underneath the newly formed flaps. Slowly they start moving down again, forcing down the skirt as they move. The round my firm young bottom. The hands feel the warmth of the smooth skin of my bottom. They move down over the soft skin of my thighs, down to the firm smooth skin covering my ankles, leaving goose bumps as they go. At long last the skirt is discarded on the floor. Leaving only one final obstacle to overcome before I can be satisfied, my knickers.

The hands settle on the seam of my knickers, shoving both thumbs between material and skin, just below my navel. They are so close. The thumbs start moving in opposite directions, and both settle on my hips again. They repeat the same motion as before, moving down and in so doing removing my satiny knickers. I can feel the satin sliding down my legs so slowly and seductively.

Finally my forbidden flesh exposed! Completely naked, and nothing standing in the way of satisfaction. I bite down on my lip in expectancy of what is to come. I feel yet another ripple running up to my belly. My nipples proudly standing at attention on tender young breasts, declaring my lust to the world.

My immanent satisfaction driving my lust to staggering heights. Now, now, please now!

The fingers settle on my hips again, pausing there just long enough for me to want to cry out in lustful agony. Then they start moving down, tracing the V formed by my legs. The fingers intertwine with my imaginary pubic hair. So close.

Suddenly a finger moves over the sensitive flesh just below my mons. This contact sends shock waves through my entire body. I gasp at this first contact and I feel another wave watering my secret garden again.

After a few agonising seconds the finger settles on my clitoris again, moving rhythmically. I feel the sensation building up like a thunderstorm within me. Sending crashes of lightning racing through my nubile young body. Biting down hard on my lip, muted whimpers escape me, as the finger moves faster and faster, driving me nearer and nearer the brink. I can feel all my senses drown in the overwhelming sensation building in my clittie. All my nerves start tingling, it won’t be long now. I can almost feel the dam breaking. Release and satisfaction at last. Yes, now, now, now...

Suddenly the finger leaves my clitoris, leaving me dangling on the brink of an explosion. No! No! No!

My mouth hanging open, I’m breathing hard. My body wet from sweat. My thighs soaking as I continue to release, even now when it is not being touched or caressed and not even having come to the conclusion. My whole body screaming for release! I want it! I need it! Please!

Abruptly and repentantly I feel my finger penetrating me, slipping comfortably into my wet forbidden flesh. I let out a loud gasp, draining all the air from my lungs, as the sensation of the finger inside me over powers my senses, numbing my body, and tumbling my mind into darkness, being unable to focus on anything except the unbelievable sensation between my legs.

My finger explores my womanhood, driving me mad with lust. It finds its target, and settles on my clittie. At this I let a scream out as a neck jerking spasm shoots up my spine.

The finger starts to franticly fiddle my smaller winky, making me absolutely delirious with pleasure.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Its coming. Its coming! Whimpers and whines freely escape my gasping mouth as the sensation completely takes hold of my naked lithe sweating body.

I’m on the brink. About to release, suddenly another finger crashes into my clittie passionately rubbing it. This sends me over the edge. My whole body is suddenly completely numb. A minute tingling grows out of the depths of my soul taking a hold of my nerves and plunging me into a whirlpool of unbelievable sensations, overpowering all my senses.

I feel myself start jerking and spasming involuntarily, my back arching violently, thrusting out my breasts. I shake helplessly as waves of orgasm sweep over me. I want to scream but my mouth falls open soundlessly.

My voice failing me under the overwhelming bursts of the orgasm. At the passionate peak of the sensation I feel how I start to gush out blasts of liquid over the fingers that are still in me, completely soaking the hand and my thighs.

I fall back after one last wave and spasm, breathing deeply, completely satisfied, enjoying the aftermath of a raging orgasm. I finally open my eyes, oh how I wished a man could do what I just did. But they cannot. But I can.

Ive fallen back on the bed, recovering from that soul wrenching pleasure peak. My eyes drowsily half open, still in that dream world of exploring hands.

Part of me was amazed at the changes that had already happened to me and pleased as punch, and then there was this very lingering feeling that all this was somehow wrong and illicit and dirty and immoral .. immoral.. what,… no look at me I look marvellous and I feel wonderful come-on whats next? I was on the ship governed by men. So where is the immorality of that? And how can that be wrong? I had signed the papers when I first came aboard with the Purser. Making it legal and forthright, I was in the service of this ship and crew.

Lisele broke my muzzy daydream and gently pulled me over to stand where she was before and I see that I can see myself in the wall mounted mirror.

Again I marvel at the design my body has conformed to and the feelings of post orgasmic euphoria fill me with a sense of calm understanding and comfortable weariness.

Waking in the Doctor's Dispensary

When my eyes opened and I saw daylight streaming into the cabin in shafts I knew it was either early morning or late evening. Looking around this cabin I don’t recall how I got here, I had gone to sleep dressed in a nightgown and sleeping in my own bed, how did I get to the Doctors cabin and Operating Theater?

I didn’t see any sign of the Doctor but guessed that he wouldn’t be far. Trying to hoist myself up into a sitting position on the examining table, the sheet that was covering me fell to the side bringing goosebumps to my arms and chest and my... my.. But my goosebumps had grown. I spied my nightgown that I had worn to bed, draped over a chair, and decided that I should put it on to save embarrassment if the Doctor should walk in un-noticed. This brought the tought to mind of how he had gotten me out of it in the first place, I blushed. I knew I had even without a mirror to confirm it in.

And just seconds later he enter. Begging me to sit and rest so that I may recover from the changes that were more speedily applied to my mind and body. I did so because I was feeling slightly dizzy and weak. Sitting was better all the way around. The doctor wanted to let me rest as much as he could because I would be returning to my cabin soon. I wanted to do that more that anything for I was getting chilly with just this one silk nightgown to cover up with. And I would be among my own cozy things: my small bed and cabinet.

“I have added some more of the plant extract in the hopes that it would speed things along and it has worked out better than I imagined it would.” He said. “Far better than it worked on that Spaniard that I had last month as a test subject, it was unfortunate about her though.”

My apprehension shot up at hearing this. “What happened to him..Er Her?” My trembling voice gave away my nervousness.

Doctor Matsen paused and slowly looked at me, then said quietly. “The Captain became displeased with her, when she went mad it seemed and tried to kill him with a bread knife, while he was ‘visiting’ her. She was given 50 lashes at the grating, in front of the assembled company the Master at Arms tried to go easy with the cat’o’ nine tails but the Captain and the First Officer took over, which NEVER happens aboard a ship. When they were done they took her down and put her in confinement. I went and did what I could for her, but the cat had cut her back to shreds. The crew had to witness this and there was some very nasty grumblings, they weren’t happy at all to see a woman being lashed. Later that night the Captain and First Officer were seen throwing a large bundle over the side. I went to check on her the next morning, and she was gone.”

“The Captain told the crew that she must have jumped overboard and committed suicide. They were on the verge of mutiny when we arrived in Liverpool, but the Captain promised them a new and better Mistress for the next voyage, but there were some desertions there, more than usual. We had to actively recruit others to make up a full complement of the ships company. The owners, I heard were not at all happy with the Captain for this, and reprimanded him sharply. From what I hear they even threatened him with dismissal, that would have cooled his ardour for sometime, but then you came aboard and when he saw you in the ward room, well. He and the First Officer immediately came to see me, demanding that I resume the treatments on you. After seeing what the last results were on that Spanish person, I was not prepared to resume the treatment on anyone else, for fear that they would go mad as well. But then my last test results were processed and the results showed that this Spaniard was unstable and mad to begin with. So I felt better about giving you this new formula. But I still would like to monitor you and Lisele closely, just to make sure that everything goes well. You understand don’t you?”

“But this ship desperately needs some luck and the crew deserves to be treated well, so that is why you are so very important to the all of us, you have to make good at being the BEST Mistress possible.”

I lay there horrified and appalled. Captain Joshua Long and First Officer Brandt had murdered her! Just like that, 50 lashes would have killed just about anyone. Even the Royal Navy rarely gave out 50 lashes as punishment these days. God, I wonder if Lisele knows this? And why didn’t she tell me?

The Doctor did a complete turn around at that point. His demeanour changed and he took on a more professional air, continuing where he had left off before telling me that horrific episode of the Spanish thief, turned martyr.

I also drew the conclusion that the Doctor had two completely different sides to him and switched back and forth between those two distinct persons at will, with only the slightest provocation. I resolved myself to watch him closely and treat with only the reasonable personality.

“So this should be the last of the radical changes that you’ll have to go though. And things in your mind and body should settle into the newly established Feminine routine and outlook - attitude and temperament. And to help in that area, there have been some other changes that you will come to appreciate. But more of that in a short while.”

“Let your mind be at rest Allyson, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Lisele has told you of the ‘medicine’ that I have provided for you right? That is to help you get over these little traumatic moments.”

I however was not that assured about anything that the Doctor said now. He truly was walking the razors edge between madness and sanity.

“I had you brought back here so I could monitor your physical state while you were in the induced sleep. And there has been overall good results and progress. You will begin to notice that your voice will also remain high and sweet and you are going to be unconsciously speaking and talking just like a young girl in boarding school. Now if you will come with me, I will take you back to your cabin”

Doctor Matsen helped me stand and totter to the passageway, I just wanted my nice soft bed. I had been undressed and had no shoes on gone as well. That was most unfortunate for me since beginning this journey I had worn high heels and my feet had adjusted to them wonderfully but I had none on at the moment and my arches were telling me so. I tenderly walked the deck with his arm wrapped around me for support. I was glad of it, in a small way, but not of the fact that I was this close to the Doctor, with him helping me to walk back to my cabin. At least it wasn’t the Captain assisting me, that thought really scared me. Where was Lisele?

Boudoir - DominᦠSanctum

With the Doctor assisting, we tottered down the companionway to the door to my cabin and but didn’t stop. Dr. Matsen just nudged me on toward the stern, but he looked down at me and smiled. “Come my child, you are down here now.”

Motioning to the far door at the extreme back of the ship, the stern, where I had not been allowed to walk, and the exact place where the load noises had come from in previous days. What ?...oh he was speaking.

“The crew was feeling generous because of your unstinting willingness to be the Best Mistress of the Wardrobe and the Captain has been kind of mollified. He has decided that you are holding up your end of the bargain and they had decided to modify the state room below the Captains cabin into a cabin fit for a lady. They reconstructed and redecorated your new cabin while you were out of view in your cabin and my dispensary, with a check-up that just had to be done.” He chuckled to himself.

And he needed to watch for some reason (other than to examine me close-up, naked and spread. Which I think turned him on.)

I must be still a little out of it. I didn’t quite catch all that he said.

I had tried to stop at the door to my cabin but he carried on until we had come to the last door in the passageway. Speaking softly he repeated for me.

“Allyson, the Captain and crew have decided to move you into a better cabin more fitting of your status, so the crew redecorated this state room into what they christened The Boudoir or DominᦠSanctum for you, my dear Lady. And after the unfortunate incident with that Spanish fellow, they wanted to make you more comfortable to insure the success of the voyage.”

He pushed open the door and I just had to gasp, what I beheld was nothing short of remarkable - opening up the whole room were the stern windows covering half the room and around the corners almost as large as the Captain’s. The cabin had a lightness and open feel to it, very comforting after just that small porthole in my small cabin.

I tingled when we walked in arm in arm for he was still steadying me, I took in the room. I gasped and said a silent "Oh my" to myself, for it was so opulent in an Victorian Boudoir theme, so very feminine, and so elegantly tasteful, that it caused me to immediately to think of having crossed over that line, as I had done so recently. By putting me in this room, they were openly acknowledging and encouraging my feminine acting and existence. I realised they really ‘desired’ me to be the Best Mistress possible.

To the right of the door was a large size bed made of dark teak with four posters that ended in a slightly arched canopy that was trimmed with ivory Battenberg lace and open at the top. At each corner was a mauve silk-like faille drapes with an ivory tulle overlay, extra long so that they puddled on the floor, tied to the bedpost with a burgundy tasselled velvet cord. The headboard and foot-board were big and solid with a contrasting curly maple inlaid frame. The ivory sheets and pillow shams were obviously fine linen, trimmed with Battenberg lace and joined to the hems with a mauve satin ribbon. The bedspread was vintage crochet ecru wool chenille resting on top of a mauve satin sheet to show off the open floral crochet pattern. It truly looked luxurious, and offered the softest silkiest most heavenly scented place in which to repose and enter into slumber. My satin duvet was folded very nicely at the foot of the bed. A large soft fur covered the bulkhead between the bed surface and the side windows, making the bed into a sort of alcove of the softest and most sensuous kind.

There was a profusion of pillows, starting with a body pillow that ran the width of the bed. Resting on the body pillow were two large backrest pillows and two regular head pillows. In front of these pillows were three cylindrical bolster pillows, covered with a silver gray embossed satin. One bolster pillow was bigger around and twice as long as the other two, which were stacked on top of the bigger one. Then came two small oval and two small rectangular pillows, each with ivory and ecru crocheted lace shams. The pillows took up half the bed. I knew that I would sleep very well nestled in silk comfort and lacy heaven.

I had to suppress my thoughts about how utterly delightful it would be to be dressed in some divine diaphanous delicate peignoir and robe, trying out different pillows on which to take a long lovely riding. Yes, my thoughts went back to those days I could get away from mother and auntie to seduce myself and ride my favourite pillows into sweet oblivion. Dressed in a silky satin nightie and lacy underthings I was able to lose myself in the sensuous satin and silk world.

The walls and ceiling were painted with a Tuscan rust colour and the baseboards and crown molding were painted ivory. A small chandelier hung down, surrounded where it fastened to the ceiling by a fancy ivory painted ceiling medallion. The floor was deep pile wall-to-wall ivory wool carpeting, with some loose Persian rugs scattered about the deck making with the pillows different lounging places for the idle pampered rich girl I had become.

At the foot of the bed was an empire settee, upholstered with vertical stripes of mauve and ivory satin, with several decorative pillows. On one side of the bed was a nightstand with candles with mauve tasselled candle shades.

To the left of the bed (standing at the foot of the bed and looking toward the headboard) was a full-length window, draped in the same mauve and ivory tulle as the bed canopy drapes. The distance between this side of the bed and the parallel wall was twelve or so feet, while to the right, only a few feet, so the bed was not centred in the room.

In front of the stern window was a chaise lounge, upholstered with cream velvet, with a matching ottoman. The chaise was really a work of art, and had one armrest that would serve as backrest, and a partial back that covered about a third of the length. The frame was ornately carved dark wood. An oh-so-soft mauve silk and cashmere throw was draped across the back of the chaise. With pillows strewn about the seat, adding just the right Ladies Boudoir atmosphere.

Further in the Cabin and Spiral Stair

I noticed just in the farthest left hand corner a large Japanese screen partly hiding a small spiral staircase going up. At the meeting of the ceiling there seemed to be boards across the opening. Effectively blocking entry from the floor above namely the Captain’s cabin, I realized this… as a tingle of fear and revulsion ran down my spine and made me curl my toes in the deep carpet. I that something had to be done to remedy that situation. I would have to talk with Lisele soon so that whatever plan we came up with could be executed rapidly.

Behind the chaise was a narrow buffet table the same length as the chaise, containing a Hookah and several containers, silver and gold Jewelled boxes and cylinders. Which upon inspection yielded some really good ‘medicinal’ Thai stick and a couple of blocks of hashish as well as Lucifers and a sand box for ashes, behind the ornately inlaid buffet table were the stern windows which opened up the room and provided a marvellous vista of the expanse of ocean that we had just sailed over, the view out the stern windows that was breath-taking indeed.

On the wall that ran out to my left across from the bed, was the wardrobe, ending a foot or so before the screened area of the dressing room. The closet had three mirrored doors. (Lisele later demonstrated how the two end doors opened so that they faced each other, forming a large three-way mirror, a rather clever touch.) An ivory painted valance ran along the top of the doors, ending in the same puddled drapes as the bed canopy and window curtains. On the floor in front of the closet was a long and narrow antique Persian rug.
Between the door where I and the Doctor were standing and the nearest wardrobe door was a cloisonné three-panel screen, with Japanese garden scenes and geisha's in kimonos. Behind the screen was a slipper chair, upholstered in mauve velvet. The effect of the screen was to make the area between the screen and the window a perfectly luxurious dressing room. This also had a door leading forward on the starboard side to the tub room also remodelled recently by those diligent crewmen.

Between the Japanese screen and the adjoining wall was a small writing desk and chair, both made of walnut and inlaid with exotic woods and mother-of-pearl. The desk had a drop leaf with an old fashioned lock containing a big brass key with a pink ribbon and tassel.

The wall to the right of the desk there was the beginnings of the stern window but there was enough room left for a window, clothed the same as the other window. On the parallel wall to the right hung a large oval antique silver mirror, the silver streaked dark with age, with a gold gilt frame, positioned between two frosted glass wall sconces. In this corner, what would be the starboard stern corner was the spiral stairs going up to the Captain’s cabin, with the trap door firmly in place.

The Doctor at my elbow during this exploration, said “Milady as you can see there is a trap door there in the cieling and it is locked from the Captain’s side as well as your own, now you shouldn’t disturb that latch until after the crossing of the Equator. I’m sure that captain won’t either.”
With all the joy at having such a marvellous and luxurious cabin built for me, this was the only upsetting factor. I vowed to myself to leave my side latch permanently.

Facing the foot of the bed was a large Victorian vanity made of rosewood veneer, essentially two freestanding narrow chests with a heavy clear bevelled glass top placed between them, and a large mirror rising from the floor, framed with rosewood. Wall sconces on the sides of the mirror provided ample light.

The vanity chair a slipper chair with a brass frame back -- was upholstered the same as the settee. On the back frame of the chair were two lengths of tulle, pink and white, tied in a bow around the frame, the long streamers trailing onto the carpet. I couldn't decide if the tulle bow was meant as a gift-wrap for the chair, or even the entire room, or if it was just a decorative touch.

To the right of the vanity was an ornate antique walnut chest of drawers, five feet across, with six drawers veneered with fancy birds-eye maple. A rectangular mirror was attached to the chest of drawers, mounted so that it could pivot up and down. Between the vanity and chest of drawers was a low bench, positioned perpendicular to the wall, about five feet long, upholstered in the same cream velvet as the chaise. In the corner to the left of the vanity was a jewelry chest, a beautiful antique made of mahogany and inlaid with various woods and mother-of-pearl.

Opening the large, ornate jewelry box, I was delighted to find gold and silver necklaces, all types of pearl jewelry, a vast assortment of beautiful diamond, emerald and others with every type precious stone, plain gold and silver rings and dozens of pairs of earrings. There were also half a dozen lovely, delicate ladies decorated fans and lots of bangles and hair slides and fancy hair clips. In fact, I realized, there was everything a young woman could possibly need and once again felt grateful for my crews selections and thoughtfulness.

Taken up in the spirit of this extremely feminine cabin looked trough the offerings and eventually selected a delicate gold chain that had a small, gold heart-shaped locket pendant and placed it around my neck. Then I picked out several beautiful, thin rings and placed them on my slim fingers and tried to decide what earrings I could wear. Something not too showy, I thought, but some pretty ones, which would simply accentuate my femininity.

I selected a pair of small pearl slip-in earrings and admired myself in the mirror. I emitted a small shriek of pleasure.

Next to the jewelry case was a rectangular cheval mirror, positioned for viewing from the vanity bench. Between the mirror and the jewelry chest was a large oriental vase with silk bird-of-paradise flowers. Between the mirror and the entry door was an armoire with four drawers.

The tubroom was small but luxurious, with gold plated spigot extending out from the wall to fill the now white tub, a thin limestone tiled floor, and a large white painted wooden tub with a broad lip to set candles on, a shower head and bucket above. On the bottom of the tub was a removable wood lattice contraption that delivered air bubbles for the bather. On the right hand side where the commode had stood there was now a screened off area.

Details began to emerge as I took in the cabin, like the antique tortoise combing set on the vanity two combs, two different hairbrushes, and a hand-mirror. I then noticed the porcelain figurines and the cut-glass perfume bottles with tasseled atomizers just like the guest room back home. The crew must have bought the figurines and perfume bottles with her…ooohh…me in mind. The vanity also had an oriental vase with pink silk roses. And then I noticed a framed etching on the writing desk it was an etching of a Young Lady in the a Worth wedding gown. I must have drawn in my breath when I saw this, for the Doctor and Lisele who had come in behind the Doctor while I was exploring this new Domina Sanctum, just smiled knowingly, and let me drink in the rest of the room. There was another figurine on the writing desk, a lady in a powder blue dress and matching hat, posing seductively. This figurine, I discovered later, was titled 'Rachele'.

There were paintings hung on the wall -- idyllic everyday landscapes with ladies in long dresses. As well as country Squires escorting their Ladies to the races or fancy dress to the opera.

"What do you think, Allyson? Would you be able to stay here for a while - until we can get the other room sorted out? Haha I know it's rather, um, feminine, but that's not an issue for you, is it?" asked the Doctor stifling a snicker.
I stammered something in reply; my thoughts and senses completely overwhelmed with the opulence, luxury, and femininity of the chamber.

Spinning around in my pink silk nightgown, that the Doctor had insisted that I put on while in the dispensary, I breathed it all in. Then ran over and jumped up to hug the Doctor tightly, my revulsion of him leaving me temporarily, kissing his cheek and whispering. “Mmm..It’s so lovely and I’ve always dreamed of this, but now you and the crew have made me the happiest girl on this ship! I thank you, I thank you, I thank you.” I kissed him each time. He seemed to really enjoy my body pressed to him like this.

There were a profuse amount of pillows lying about all which melted together with the softest feminine scent that seemed to be wafting though the air and created the Perfect Ladies Boudoir - Seduction room. Feminine to the extreme just as they had designed it to be, I love silks, satins, cashmere, fur. All sensuous, delicious materials, all smooth soft and colourful.

Charmeuse, satin, chiffon & georgette, silk crepe, dupioni, organza, silk shantung, silk taffeta, twill/jacquard, silk cheongsam, silk pajamas, silk and satin dresses, silk scarves/shawls, satin foundations and knickers, just a delightful collection of sensuousness and sin. Decadence was everywhere in my cabin, I swim in sensual writhe-ings, a cloudy build up to ecstasy, soft feminine waves of pure pleasure.

I couldn’t imagine where they had gotten all the silks and satins and dresses and other clothes and things that I had been given over the preceding weeks.
But I had to say that I did love that “Ladies Boudoir, My DominᦠSanctum ” and intended to make full use of it right now.

Shooing the doctor out I crossed to the chest of drawers and began looking for my ivory silk chemise to begin dressing. Lisele laughing the whole time, that minx. She had know what they had been doing this whole time, while I had endured the ponding and load noises. But she had resisted telling me anything, the conniving twit. I would make her pay for that, I thought to myself at the same time I laughed out loud and waved her over to help me select something to wear.

When she had joined me I hugged her tightly revelling in the warmth of her body against mine and looked into her eyes as I moved my face closer to hers and softly kissed her lips, drawing the most emotion and heady feelings I could from my depths, I lovingly mated my lips to hers. She responded with a small slip of her tongue between my own lips which I parted to allow her to meet my own tongue which danced with hers for some moments. My eyes were closed in rapturous love for this heavenly creature who I had come to adore so much.

To be continued…

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