Is this like… a job that’s open to applications… I’d like to submit my resume and my asking pay is $0. The aftercare too <3 Is it always about a week? or is it ever longer? also how many guys in total? I’ve never done free-use that long, I did a weekend where 2 guys were there the whole time and it was mostly for them, but they invited 2 other friends over (at different times) a couple times over the weekend. I never did anal but if I’m being taken out on a boat… I mean, it’s not like I can jump in the water. I like the thought of walking around with cum dripping out of me, but I like when I get my face smeared and I’m told not to clean it up.
If I got on your boat could I get a special name, something lower than flotilla slut… I go both ways so I’m willing to serve anyone. or maybe it’s just my job to take the hard jobs at the end of the trip…
sorry, im at it right now and this is a great fantasy you are welcome to dm me any time
Mixing some reality with the fantasy (long-term goal?), crew slots are absolutely positions to which one applies. Your asking salary is completely acceptable; most crew are unpaid anyway. In exchange for their duties performed, crew receive food*, passage, and documented hours at sea (necessary for things like a captain’s license or Merchant Marine certification). Team fit is critical, and drama gets one immediately offboarded at the nearest port. We will absolutely detour if someone causes drama.
*My partner and I are excellent cooks. Crew eat very well on our boat.
Duration of crossings and deliveries are a matter of distance, time of year, weather, hull length, and sail configuration. Going to or from Hawaii is roughly two weeks from SF or San Diego. So, a week or two down the coast from Puget Sound, and another two to Hawaii. I haven’t yet sailed to Southeast Asia, but that is generally another two or three weeks from Hawaii.
When I do deliveries of someone else’s boat, I prefer a crew of five, but four is the minimum. I can singlehand my own boat, but for trips of less than 1000 nautical miles, it’s usually just my partner (F51) and me (M55). I will take on two additional trusted crew members or friends if they express interest. For passages on my own boat, four person crew, maybe five if one of them is a close friend. So that would be me, my partner, you, and up to two other crew.
Clearly, you will require some training, both on sailing and anal capability. I was a professor in a past career, so I’m familiar with the need for progressive training. Line handling and winch grinding are regular, introductory duties, and everyone has at least two duties aboard. I’d have you perform those tasks while wearing butt plugs of increasing size. I would of course personally oversee and evaluate your development as a three-hole fucktoy. Although now I’m pondering lashing you to the mast in a bent over pose with a jaw spreader. Keep all your holes available while preventing you from clenching your jaw in heavy seas. I am firm captain, but I am fair; there will be a bottle of lube tethered to your PFD. PFDs are required for all crew outside of the cockpit, even if they are otherwise naked. Safety first and all.
My friends and I are a respectful, inclusive bunch. I insist on compassionate communication at all times. It helps to keep things calmer when the real stressors hit, like ocean storms. We don’t have derogatory names for people with whom we willingly associate, nor do I tolerate them. As such, “slut” is a statement of fact, not a pejorative, in our lexicon. However, we are also a very creative bunch and can come up with all kinds of monikers for your role aboard. And I am always willing to make reasonable accommodations, especially for high-performing crew. Free Fuckhole? Crew Cumdump? Winch Wench? We’ll workshop that one and find something mutually amenable.
jesus ok now it’s just giving me fomo 😭 no joke I would do this for real so fast if it weren’t for life obligations (though the anal part would be rough, not completely inexperienced there but it’s always been a bit rough, don’t know how I’d fare with getting it regularly for 2 weeks lol). I have no idea if line handling and winch grinding are real things, metaphors, or both, but I’m ready for it. unless it takes a lot of upper arm strength, in which case we might have a bit more training to do… that’s one area that doesn’t get much use.
I would want you and your friends to call me whatever you want, you don’t even have to use my name <3 slut is definitely a fact at this point… but you can degrade me all you want… isnt there something about a sailor’s mouth? Degradation isn’t the same as disrespect if its consensual. I don’t have any off limit names. I’ve been called a lot of things, one that sticks out to me, even though it’s not really even that bad, is being called “the toy” by guys the whole time they were with me. I think what made it degrading was they wouldn’t acknowledge me as a person, I was literally a toy to them. fuck toy, cum slut, being commanded to say I was worthless and the only thing I was good for was serving their cock… in those moments, it feels very much true and I am happy to serve. Also I think working a cock is literally the thing I’m best at so there’s some truth to it hahaha
what about sail raiser maybe… i dont know boat terms so that’s the best I can do 😣 I think you’ll find I don’t really need the jaw spreader though! It comes automatic. wait… clenching my jaw in the heavy seas… how much of this is pun going over my head… 😅 stupid slut and dumb slut are also true i guess. but believe me it takes a lot before I start clenching, I have been thoroughly trained in that department, and get pretty regular practice. I like being praised for it too so that would make up for anything else…
What’s the most men I might end up servicing? Would I be the youngest to cum aboard? Do your friends have wives? would i be able to keep videos?
And what happens if I refuse boat related duties like line handling if that’s a real thing… no drama… what if i just quietly refuse that kind of work…
no joke I would do this for real so fast if it weren’t for life obligations
“One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore.” - Andre Gide (although others have also said similar things). It applies to way more in life than sailing.
Line handling and winch grinding are absolutely real activities on a sailboat. As is “Rail Meat.” :D There are lots of lines (another word for “rope that serves a specific purpose”). For example, there are lines to hoist, control, and trim the sails. The two main kinds of lines attached to sails are halyards and sheets. Halyards raise the sail and keep it vertically tensioned. Sheets, very generally speaking, control the horizontal position and shape of the sail. Those lines are controlled by winches, and it’s a workout. It’s more about arm endurance and stout core muscles. How’s your core strength? But seriously, a few training sailings, and even the weakest crew quickly develop the economy of motion needed to grind winches. BTW, Rail Meat are people who sit on the windward side of the boat to help it sail flatter, although that’s usually for racing.
though the anal part would be rough, not completely inexperienced there but it’s always been a bit rough
If you think that’s rough, wait until you experience your first Pacific Ocean storm. :D It can be downright terrifying, and I have a boat designed for it. But seriously, I’ve anally trained all my subs. Time, patience, communication… much like so many other things in life. Sure, some of my subs can take more pounding than others, and it’s on the captain to understand and respect the design limits of all systems in use.
isnt there something about a sailor’s mouth
I’m living proof. I regularly curse up a storm.
Degradation isn’t the same as disrespect if its consensual.
Agreed and point taken. I am strict about negotiating scenes and communicating boundaries.
i dont know boat terms
The vocabulary list is unreal. It’s a whole other language. When a landlubber hears my friends and I chatting, they be all like, “Are you even speaking English?” But you hang around boats for a bit and it becomes natural. Like learning any other language, immersion is key.
What’s the most men I might end up servicing?
At one time? Three crew. You have three holes, and boat resources must be shared consciously and conscientiously. Also, crew are either on watch, on maintenance duty, on enforced downtime/relaxation, or sleeping. That also applies to the bilge bunny/cabin girl. We would have to be in good stead (sails trimmed well, moderate seas, everything aligned) for three crew to be available for entertainment. I hope you’re good at cunnilingus, because my partner will need some cum cleaned out of her too.
Now, when becalmed or in port, the only sequential limit will be how busy the other flotilla crews are with post-sailing responsibilities. Two of my other sailing captains are married. One, whom we’ll call Ted, will return you to me bruised, battered, and well-used. I look forward to tending to the necessary refit and refurb of my bilge bunny. The other captain, “Colin,” is a bit more lower-case ‘c’ conservative in his proclivities, but has been questing for a unicorn. There is a third captain, “Edward,” who is a total degenerate to whom I wouldn’t lend a rusty socket set, much less the woman I’m using as my personal ratchet. But he usually books solid, trustworthy crew on his sailings.
Colin’s son is 18, and I suspect could fuck you raw on his own. So, no, you wouldn’t be the youngest, although you would most likely be the youngest on my boat. Young crew tend to come from racing backgrounds, and racers tend to put too much stress on the sailing rig when they are at the helm. While my boat can take it, it just means unnecessary premature wear.
I have been thoroughly trained in that department, and get pretty regular practice
I’ll just have to ascertain that for myself. “Trust, but verify.” Everything and everyone on the boat is the captain’s responsibility, after all.
would i be able to keep videos?
Of course. They’re yours, after all. I’ll even edit them up into a highlight reel for you.
And what happens if I refuse boat related duties like line handling if that’s a real thing
I am adept at dealing with brats and constructively breaking the wills of those who disobey direct instructions. For starters, there is a lot of rope aboard a sailboat, and sailors are ace with knotwork. It would be a trivial task to tie you up safely yet in maximum discomfort until you reconsider your insubordination. I also have a 24 inch acrylic “ruler” (it’s for spanking). The ruler can do everything from playful taps to leaving sexy welts to literally opening up skin. No joke: I once used it for self-defense when someone tried to break into my boat one night. Laid his cheek right the fuck open. It took a bunch of scrubbing to get his blood off the teak.
But that’s just the physical motivation. Psychological warfare is just another flail in the leadership toolbox. How well would you thrive in the absence of approval, attention, and being put to good use?
But seriously, if (when) the shit hits the fan, you’ll be begging me for instructions. In a storm, you’ll wish you were getting your ass railed without lube rather than staying belowdecks, clinging onto handrails to prevent flying across the cabin. And why would you be belowdecks? Because it’s your off-shift. You refusing your non-sexual responsibilities is functionally the same as a crew member being seasick or getting injured, so you’d be off-shift. Crew rosters are planned around these contingencies.
FWIW, line handling is generally just keeping the sheets “dressed,” that is neat and out of the way. It’s a great job for neat freaks and people who don’t want to trip their way into a head injury.
Is this like… a job that’s open to applications… I’d like to submit my resume and my asking pay is $0. The aftercare too <3 Is it always about a week? or is it ever longer? also how many guys in total? I’ve never done free-use that long, I did a weekend where 2 guys were there the whole time and it was mostly for them, but they invited 2 other friends over (at different times) a couple times over the weekend. I never did anal but if I’m being taken out on a boat… I mean, it’s not like I can jump in the water. I like the thought of walking around with cum dripping out of me, but I like when I get my face smeared and I’m told not to clean it up.
If I got on your boat could I get a special name, something lower than flotilla slut… I go both ways so I’m willing to serve anyone. or maybe it’s just my job to take the hard jobs at the end of the trip…
sorry, im at it right now and this is a great fantasy you are welcome to dm me any time
Mixing some reality with the fantasy (long-term goal?), crew slots are absolutely positions to which one applies. Your asking salary is completely acceptable; most crew are unpaid anyway. In exchange for their duties performed, crew receive food*, passage, and documented hours at sea (necessary for things like a captain’s license or Merchant Marine certification). Team fit is critical, and drama gets one immediately offboarded at the nearest port. We will absolutely detour if someone causes drama.
*My partner and I are excellent cooks. Crew eat very well on our boat.
Duration of crossings and deliveries are a matter of distance, time of year, weather, hull length, and sail configuration. Going to or from Hawaii is roughly two weeks from SF or San Diego. So, a week or two down the coast from Puget Sound, and another two to Hawaii. I haven’t yet sailed to Southeast Asia, but that is generally another two or three weeks from Hawaii.
When I do deliveries of someone else’s boat, I prefer a crew of five, but four is the minimum. I can singlehand my own boat, but for trips of less than 1000 nautical miles, it’s usually just my partner (F51) and me (M55). I will take on two additional trusted crew members or friends if they express interest. For passages on my own boat, four person crew, maybe five if one of them is a close friend. So that would be me, my partner, you, and up to two other crew.
Clearly, you will require some training, both on sailing and anal capability. I was a professor in a past career, so I’m familiar with the need for progressive training. Line handling and winch grinding are regular, introductory duties, and everyone has at least two duties aboard. I’d have you perform those tasks while wearing butt plugs of increasing size. I would of course personally oversee and evaluate your development as a three-hole fucktoy. Although now I’m pondering lashing you to the mast in a bent over pose with a jaw spreader. Keep all your holes available while preventing you from clenching your jaw in heavy seas. I am firm captain, but I am fair; there will be a bottle of lube tethered to your PFD. PFDs are required for all crew outside of the cockpit, even if they are otherwise naked. Safety first and all.
My friends and I are a respectful, inclusive bunch. I insist on compassionate communication at all times. It helps to keep things calmer when the real stressors hit, like ocean storms. We don’t have derogatory names for people with whom we willingly associate, nor do I tolerate them. As such, “slut” is a statement of fact, not a pejorative, in our lexicon. However, we are also a very creative bunch and can come up with all kinds of monikers for your role aboard. And I am always willing to make reasonable accommodations, especially for high-performing crew. Free Fuckhole? Crew Cumdump? Winch Wench? We’ll workshop that one and find something mutually amenable.
What other questions do you have about the role?
jesus ok now it’s just giving me fomo 😭 no joke I would do this for real so fast if it weren’t for life obligations (though the anal part would be rough, not completely inexperienced there but it’s always been a bit rough, don’t know how I’d fare with getting it regularly for 2 weeks lol). I have no idea if line handling and winch grinding are real things, metaphors, or both, but I’m ready for it. unless it takes a lot of upper arm strength, in which case we might have a bit more training to do… that’s one area that doesn’t get much use.
I would want you and your friends to call me whatever you want, you don’t even have to use my name <3 slut is definitely a fact at this point… but you can degrade me all you want… isnt there something about a sailor’s mouth? Degradation isn’t the same as disrespect if its consensual. I don’t have any off limit names. I’ve been called a lot of things, one that sticks out to me, even though it’s not really even that bad, is being called “the toy” by guys the whole time they were with me. I think what made it degrading was they wouldn’t acknowledge me as a person, I was literally a toy to them. fuck toy, cum slut, being commanded to say I was worthless and the only thing I was good for was serving their cock… in those moments, it feels very much true and I am happy to serve. Also I think working a cock is literally the thing I’m best at so there’s some truth to it hahaha
what about sail raiser maybe… i dont know boat terms so that’s the best I can do 😣 I think you’ll find I don’t really need the jaw spreader though! It comes automatic. wait… clenching my jaw in the heavy seas… how much of this is pun going over my head… 😅 stupid slut and dumb slut are also true i guess. but believe me it takes a lot before I start clenching, I have been thoroughly trained in that department, and get pretty regular practice. I like being praised for it too so that would make up for anything else…
What’s the most men I might end up servicing? Would I be the youngest to cum aboard? Do your friends have wives? would i be able to keep videos?
And what happens if I refuse boat related duties like line handling if that’s a real thing… no drama… what if i just quietly refuse that kind of work…
“One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore.” - Andre Gide (although others have also said similar things). It applies to way more in life than sailing.
Line handling and winch grinding are absolutely real activities on a sailboat. As is “Rail Meat.” :D There are lots of lines (another word for “rope that serves a specific purpose”). For example, there are lines to hoist, control, and trim the sails. The two main kinds of lines attached to sails are halyards and sheets. Halyards raise the sail and keep it vertically tensioned. Sheets, very generally speaking, control the horizontal position and shape of the sail. Those lines are controlled by winches, and it’s a workout. It’s more about arm endurance and stout core muscles. How’s your core strength? But seriously, a few training sailings, and even the weakest crew quickly develop the economy of motion needed to grind winches. BTW, Rail Meat are people who sit on the windward side of the boat to help it sail flatter, although that’s usually for racing.
If you think that’s rough, wait until you experience your first Pacific Ocean storm. :D It can be downright terrifying, and I have a boat designed for it. But seriously, I’ve anally trained all my subs. Time, patience, communication… much like so many other things in life. Sure, some of my subs can take more pounding than others, and it’s on the captain to understand and respect the design limits of all systems in use.
I’m living proof. I regularly curse up a storm.
Agreed and point taken. I am strict about negotiating scenes and communicating boundaries.
The vocabulary list is unreal. It’s a whole other language. When a landlubber hears my friends and I chatting, they be all like, “Are you even speaking English?” But you hang around boats for a bit and it becomes natural. Like learning any other language, immersion is key.
At one time? Three crew. You have three holes, and boat resources must be shared consciously and conscientiously. Also, crew are either on watch, on maintenance duty, on enforced downtime/relaxation, or sleeping. That also applies to the bilge bunny/cabin girl. We would have to be in good stead (sails trimmed well, moderate seas, everything aligned) for three crew to be available for entertainment. I hope you’re good at cunnilingus, because my partner will need some cum cleaned out of her too.
Now, when becalmed or in port, the only sequential limit will be how busy the other flotilla crews are with post-sailing responsibilities. Two of my other sailing captains are married. One, whom we’ll call Ted, will return you to me bruised, battered, and well-used. I look forward to tending to the necessary refit and refurb of my bilge bunny. The other captain, “Colin,” is a bit more lower-case ‘c’ conservative in his proclivities, but has been questing for a unicorn. There is a third captain, “Edward,” who is a total degenerate to whom I wouldn’t lend a rusty socket set, much less the woman I’m using as my personal ratchet. But he usually books solid, trustworthy crew on his sailings.
Colin’s son is 18, and I suspect could fuck you raw on his own. So, no, you wouldn’t be the youngest, although you would most likely be the youngest on my boat. Young crew tend to come from racing backgrounds, and racers tend to put too much stress on the sailing rig when they are at the helm. While my boat can take it, it just means unnecessary premature wear.
I’ll just have to ascertain that for myself. “Trust, but verify.” Everything and everyone on the boat is the captain’s responsibility, after all.
Of course. They’re yours, after all. I’ll even edit them up into a highlight reel for you.
I am adept at dealing with brats and constructively breaking the wills of those who disobey direct instructions. For starters, there is a lot of rope aboard a sailboat, and sailors are ace with knotwork. It would be a trivial task to tie you up safely yet in maximum discomfort until you reconsider your insubordination. I also have a 24 inch acrylic “ruler” (it’s for spanking). The ruler can do everything from playful taps to leaving sexy welts to literally opening up skin. No joke: I once used it for self-defense when someone tried to break into my boat one night. Laid his cheek right the fuck open. It took a bunch of scrubbing to get his blood off the teak.
But that’s just the physical motivation. Psychological warfare is just another flail in the leadership toolbox. How well would you thrive in the absence of approval, attention, and being put to good use?
But seriously, if (when) the shit hits the fan, you’ll be begging me for instructions. In a storm, you’ll wish you were getting your ass railed without lube rather than staying belowdecks, clinging onto handrails to prevent flying across the cabin. And why would you be belowdecks? Because it’s your off-shift. You refusing your non-sexual responsibilities is functionally the same as a crew member being seasick or getting injured, so you’d be off-shift. Crew rosters are planned around these contingencies.
FWIW, line handling is generally just keeping the sheets “dressed,” that is neat and out of the way. It’s a great job for neat freaks and people who don’t want to trip their way into a head injury.