An inheritance and a desire to sail had brought me to this point. It was to be the ultimate adventure, to sail solo around the world.
A few days before I set sail I met a woman in a pub, who bet me that I needed a female, "to lead me by the nose," as she put it. I took the bet, accepting all it entailed, rather foolishly; I now realise.
Perhaps my comment, or retaliation at her sexist comment was also foolish, "A woman should be at the sink, or flat on her back, leaving the male to do the thinking," I retaliated.
I didn't know that the woman was the head security guard for a little known Queen, and how determined she was to teach me a lesson.
Caught like a rat in a trap, and taken to the Queen where I was bolshie, again that didn't help. Then trained to be obedient, led by the nose down a painful path of obedience, to finally being the one on my back, as I serviced the house maids, and the woman.
My role was as the housekeeper/ cleaner and human dildo to the household of, I must say, beauties, everyone a dream of a night of sex, and the local village on occasions. Was it a dream come true? Well yes, until you are faced with fifty females, to satisfy, all desirable, but tied down while they enjoyed your hard, throbbing cock.