Cruising with Master is Hard

I started to write this blog post while waiting for my flight from San Diego, together with my Master, after we disembarked from the Atlantis cruise ship on the day before. As in my first two cruises, traveling with my Master was not a walk in the park.

You see, my Master holds me on a very tight leash. Add to that the very sexual nature of the gay cruise, which I felt was being wasted, since I wasn't allowed to sleep around. Being a horny fag, that was frustrating at times. Any guy I wanted to hook up with had to meet my Master's standards, which are very different than mine. By that I don't mean my standards are lower by any means. I may be an eager slut, but I'm actually a little picky too. I just have a very different taste than him.

For example, I recall one time when he brought a third guy over to his home and it was just too hard for me to play with that guy, because I was actually repulsed. Normally I try to stomach it when the guys he brings are not to my liking, but that guy was too hairy and tatooed for my taste. No accounting for taste, right? On the other hand, a lot of guys that I find hot are not good enough for him. There were not that many guys that I wanted to hook with on that cruise, so when I found one, I wanted to make it happen.

A guy I met on the third day or so on the dance floor was especially hot in my opinion. He was Asian and in his 40s and very muscular. Pumped arms, though not huge, and amazing ripped abs. When my Master said "no", I surveyed the entire dance floor from the second floor balcony and I just couldn't find anyone hotter than that guy. He was totally into me and it upset me that the guy that seemed to be the hottest guy around was off-limits for me.