“I can’t do it,” Alisha said. “There is no way. I’m going to have to tell Kevin I can’t do it.”
“If you do that, you’ll have to leave!” Cassie said.
Alisha looked out at the crowd. “Are you telling me you can do it?”
Cassie didn’t know what to say. That was the question, wasn’t it? She and Alisha looked out at the large gathering of men and women standing around the stage in the bar. It was nighttime, which meant over half of them were drunk already. The crowd was made up of college students like Alisha and Cassie, but right now they looked wild and savage.
“Contest starts in 10 minutes,” a voice announced over the loudspeaker.
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“God, why did Kevin have to enter us in a wet T-shirt contest?” Alisha moaned.
“Because it scares us so much,” Cassie said.
It did put the entire day into perspective, though. They’d had their morning spanking and their breakfast and spent the rest of the day on the beach. There wasn’t a single hint of BDSM or domination after the spanking. They played in the water while Kevin and Julia read books. They ate lunch at a restaurant and came back in the afternoon to do chores. Even the chores were laid back, without the usual supervision. Cassie was almost in danger of getting bored when Kevin announced that they were going to go out that night.
Alisha gritted her teeth. “It doesn’t bother Melinda or Danielle any. Look at them. They’re laughing and flirting with the stagehand.
Cassie shrugged. “Melinda’s in sports; she gets in front of people all the time. Danielle … I can’t picture her getting nervous over anything except being ignored.”
“That’s true,” Alisha said. “It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for this stupid outfit! I mean, just look at it!”
It was a pretty tawdry choice of clothes. Contestants were required to wear the clothes that the bar provided: a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a nearly transparent white T-shirt. The girls were allowed to wear their own panties, but bras were strictly forbidden. For Cassie and Alisha, the worst part about the outfit was how tight the shorts were. The round girls had a hard time getting them buttoned, and both of them thought the shorts made their asses look gigantic.
“I look like a fat cow,” Alisha moaned.
Cassie realized that she should be freaking out, too, but for some reason, she wasn’t. She considered that maybe subconsciously she was more of an exhibitionist than she’d imagined, but she knew that wasn’t true. It occurred to her that maybe her desire to please Kevin had magically wiped away her fears about walking out on that stage. Cassie realized that was bullshit, too. What was keeping her from panicking was the fact that Alisha was freaking out enough for both of them.
“I don’t get it,” Cassie said. “Since you do that blogging thing, I thought you were used to exposing yourself. You told me once that you do some sort of picture thing every week.”
“That is completely different!” Alisha said. “I take 100 pictures and then post the best one. I know how fat my ass is, and I make sure the only time people see it is when it looks perfect.”
“That doesn’t sound very submissive,” Cassie said. “I mean, you’re controlling everything. Don’t you think doing something like this is much more like submission?”
Alisha chewed on one of her nails. “You don’t know what it’s like being a submissive and being black. I’ve had to leave chat rooms because white guys just wanted me to act like a ball-busting bitch. I’ve had other black people tell me how wrong I am for wanting to be a sub because of slavery. When I do find a guy online who wants me as a sub, the only thing he seems to care about is that I’m black, like I’m some new game he wants to try.”
Cassie nodded in sympathy. “What does this have to do with the wet T-shirt contest?”
“I don’t want to go out there and be the fat black girl at a white spring-break contest!” Alisha said.
“Then don’t,” Cassie said.
Alisha looked at her. “You think I should tell Kevin I’m quitting?”
“No,” Cassie said. “I think you should go out there as his submissive. Don’t be a black girl, and don’t be a blogger who picks what the world gets to see. Be a scared-shitless submissive girl who is going to get her chest wet because her dom told her to. You just said people judge you all the time. Aren’t you looking forward to a chance to be judged by someone you at least respect? And damn it, he fucked you last night instead of me, so maybe you should show him that he made the right choice!”
Alisha was a little stunned. “Oh, Cassie, I’m sure he’ll fuck you tonight.”
“He’d better!” Cassie snapped. “That’s the only thing that’s going to get me through this!”
Alisha laughed. “OK, maybe you’re right. Hell, it’ll be something to blog about when I get home.”
“There you go,” Cassie said.
A guy came over to the girls. “Start lining up, ladies. Remember, no pulling your shirts off. Winner gets a trophy and 50 bucks!”
Danielle was first in line, which didn’t surprise her fellow submissives at all. The tall blonde strutted out on the stage as though she had already won. The crowd went wild, eager to see the proud blonde get doused in water. Danielle lifted her arms and wiggled her hips with every step. She soaked in the cheers as though they were her due.
When she came to the water guy, she put her hands behind her back and popped her chest out. The pitcher of water hovered over her chest, and with a sudden flip, all of its contents were spilled onto Danielle’s breasts. She screamed as the cold water hit her but then started laughing as though it were the greatest thing ever. Danielle turned to the crowd and struck a few poses to show off her transparent shirt. She soaked in the crowd’s attention till the host asked her to take her place in line.
“Fuck, I can’t do that,” Alisha said.
“Danielle’s mom made her do beauty pageants,” Cassie said.
“Really?” Alisha said. “I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, it’s what bored rich wives do, apparently,” Cassie said. “They dress their daughters up and make them go to pageants. Danielle told me it wasn’t till her mom got into dog breeding that she was allowed to quit.”
“I guess sometimes it sucks to be the rich kid,” Alisha said. “Still, she looks like a natural out there.”
“Are you going to let some beauty queen impress Kevin without showing him what you can do?” Cassie asked.
“Hell, no,” Alisha said.
One by one, the contestants walked onstage. Cassie couldn’t get over how damned skinny most of them were. It made her insecure till she realized how flat-chested most of them were, too. Back home, they might get all the dates, but out here on the Cancun wet T-shirt stage, they lacked the one thing the boys wanted to see: tits. Cassie grew more confident and yet a bit more scared. Having tits meant that everyone was going to be staring at her.
Melinda went in like a gladiator, detached and aloof. She looked straight at the crowd as her chest was drenched. Dripping water, she did a few jumping jacks till her shirt threatened to ride up her chest. She walked to the line as calmly as could be, as if she were waiting to be picked for a game of basketball.
Alisha went in terrified, walking straight to the water guy and closing her eyes. The crowd went wild as her brown tits were revealed by the wet T-shirt. Alisha looked out into the crowd and blew Kevin a kiss. It was her way of letting him know that this was for him. She broke a smile as she walked mechanically back to the line. Cassie could tell that her friend was terribly proud of herself despite the terror.
It was Cassie’s turn. If Alisha could do it, so could she. She stepped up onto the stage and looked out at the crowd. It seemed so much bigger once she was onstage. Hundreds of eyes were focused on her, examining her body, picturing her naked and picturing her having sex. At least, that’s how it felt to Cassie.
She willed her body to move. Putting one leg in front of the other, she focused on the guy with the water pitcher. The people in the audience ceased to exist as individuals and just became a single large mass. The crowd — not the horny drunken college guys who usually ignored her — cheered and whistled. The crowd — not the men and women in it — was her audience.
Cassie knew the water would be cold, but she still wasn’t prepared for the shock. It stung, making her breasts feel as though they were in one giant clamp and then released. Her nipples became hard points clearly visible under the T-shirt. She shivered, which made her breasts bounce from side to side. The crowd roared its approval, and Cassie kept shaking them. Kevin was in that crowd, and therefore, Kevin was the one cheering her jiggling. As the cheers washed over her, Cassie understood how Danielle could be so fearless. There was euphoria as well as sex in that applause. She felt like a sex object, like the most desirable woman in the world, if only for a minute. Their cheers felt like 100 doms telling her to come to their bedrooms tonight.
She didn’t remember walking back to the line. Vaguely, she recalled that the girl who won was some blonde with obviously fake breasts. Losing was meaningless to Cassie. She had survived the contest and even had a little fun with it. Alisha was talking constantly about something, but Cassie couldn’t hear her. All she could think about was the way the crowd made her feel — and the fact that every girl had been invited to Kevin’s room except her. Tonight was her turn. She expected so, anyway, but she wouldn’t let herself believe it. Standing on that stage, she had believed it.
The ride home was a dream. Walking into the house was like walking back onstage. When Kevin approached the girls in the living room, Cassie thought her heart was going to explode. She was ready to be claimed like the prize she was.
“Goodnight, girls,” Kevin said. “Get some sleep. You all did very well tonight.”
And Kevin and Julia left the room. Upstairs the couple went as Cassie stared in shock.
She wasn’t going with them, and she had no idea why.
To be continued.
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Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Dens of Decadence
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I have a love for strip clubs and adult businesses; but only for the outside. I grew up in a military town which means the streets were filled with businesses aimed at striping money away from horny men making good money far from home. I lived there for 18 years before I ever saw the inside of one. Which means I had 18 years to build up an expectation that could never be fulfilled. Years of watching signs that promised hot adventures and beautiful girls did not prepare me for the reality of tired cynical women and really bad interior decorating.
This is a strip club in Memphis. I took the first picture driving by and isn't it funny that it is probably the best one I took? The next day I went back and parked so I could get outside and take some closer pictures of the sign. I took three quick shots when I noticed the bald muscular bouncer jogging my way. I did what any sex blogger would do and I walked quickly back to my car, praying that he wouldn't destroy my camera. Luckily for me, my pretty blonde wife fluttered her eyelashes and dropped 80 I.Q. points with her innocent voice.
"Hi!" she said happily to the now confused bouncer.
"Is there a problem?" he asked. His voice hinted that trouble was about to be unleashed. For some bizarre reason, I got the impression he had just seen '300' and was dying to kill something.
"No trouble, my husband just likes to take pictures of signs." Where did my wicked wife learn to play naive?
"Oh," the bouncer said. He was just confused. I was smiling like a mute while my wife kept chatting.
"We just thought it was weird," the bouncer said.
My wife shrugged. "Have a good day." And that was that.
So many questions are left unanswered. Why was the bouncer so feisty? What does CDL mean? What kind of classy place have dances starting at 10$ and up? Did they pick the name 'Showgirls' before or after the movie? What camera tricks do I need to learn to have taken a better shot in that second picture?
And most of all, does my wife ever pull that dumb blonde trick with me and I haven't noticed?
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Eight
Cassie sat on her bed, refusing for the moment to lie down. Danielle and Melinda did the same. They had spent the day bound to hammocks, being released only for bathroom breaks, meals and an hour to do their chores. Cassie could feel the phantom presence of the ropes on her body as she sat naked in bed. Her thighs, arms and breasts bore the marks of the 100 clothespins that had each taken a bite of her skin.
“God, I am so horny,” Melinda said.
“Yes,” Danielle whimpered.
Upstairs, the spanking began, and Alisha cried out in joy. Downstairs, the girls whimpered in frustration.
Danielle brushed aside Cassie’s hair, exposing her neck. A kiss was planted on her neck, and Cassie’s whole body trembled. Danielle’s hand reached up and cupped a breast, and Cassie leaned into the hand.
“What are you doing?” Cassie asked.
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“I can’t wait for another night with Kevin,” Danielle said. She kissed higher on Cassie’s neck near the ear.
“No other girls or boys, remember!” Cassie said. She looked to Melinda for support.
“I think Danielle’s right,” Melinda said. She leaned back on the bed and spread her thighs. As Danielle kept kissing Cassie’s neck, Melinda reached between her legs and started to stroke.
“This is wrong,” Cassie said, but she didn’t move.
Danielle pinched Cassie’s nipple, and Cassie moaned. “What’s wrong is that you have had to wait this long to get laid,” Danielle said.
Danielle kept biting Cassie’s neck, and Cassie bit her bottom lip. It was her third night as a submissive, and Kevin still hadn’t fucked her. Upstairs, Alisha was getting the spanking and fucking that Cassie had fantasized about for years. Cassie had endured an entire day of bondage, which was great, but it had ended without a climax.
She felt as though she had failed somehow. She needed a climax. It wasn’t just for pleasure but to somehow bring closure to the long day of teasing.
“You deserve this,” said Melinda, who’d been the first to fuck Kevin and Julia. “Take it.”
Cassie turned around and kissed Danielle on the mouth. She grabbed her by the hair and opened her lips with hers. Danielle resisted at first, but gave in at the first touch of her tongue. Cassie held on tight, kissing Danielle as though she were Julia and kissing her twice as much because she wasn’t Julia.
Danielle’s hands roamed Cassie’s body while they kept kissing. Fingers cupped her breasts and gently tugged on her nipples. Hands roamed over her thighs and knees. Cassie found herself exploring Danielle’s body in turn. It was strange to touch a body so much like her own but yet different. Again, it wasn’t Julia, but somehow it was something more intimate. Danielle was someone who had endured the same things Cassie had, and that gave them a shared sexual frustration. Despite their differences, Cassie felt close to the skinny rich girl.
Plus, Danielle was a wonderful kisser.
Upstairs, Alisha was having the night of her life, and Cassie was OK with that. Across the room Melinda, was masturbating while watching Cassie, and that was fine too. Cassie was having her incredible just-like-in-a-story sex, and that was all she really wanted.
Danielle had her own goals. She broke the kiss and hooked her fingers into Cassie’s collar. A sharp tug pulled Cassie’s head back. Danielle dipped her head down and took one of Cassie’s nipples into her mouth. She started by licking softly but soon began to bite down hard. Cassie moaned and arched her back, but she stayed where she was. Danielle sucked and bit each nipple far more greedily than any of Cassie’s boyfriends ever had.
After a beautiful eternity, Danielle released Cassie’s nipples from her mouth. A wicked smile was on her face as she laid on the bed, never letting go of the collar. She dragged Cassie down onto her body, and using both the collar and Cassie’s hair, she guided Cassie to her waiting cunt.
“Eat me,” Danielle commanded.
Cassie had no choice, and that was exactly how she wanted it. Danielle’s sex was staring her in the face, and Danielle pulled her closer by her collar and a fistful of hair. Cassie had no time to think, no time to hesitate and no time to consider that this would be the first cunt she would lick. She just opened her mouth and dove in.
Danielle’s cunt was so wet. Cassie literally drank her juices, taking in the taste and licking for more. She wanted to go slowly and explore Danielle’s sex, but the tug on her collar kept pulling her in. Cassie realized it wasn’t about her; it was about Danielle’s needs and how important it was for Cassie to fulfill them.
Cassie surrendered her own thoughts and became a pussy-licking machine. She licked as deeply as she could. She flicked her tongue over Danielle’s clitoris in between thrusting into her cunt. Her lips sealed over the pussy lips, kissing hard and fast like lovers who might never see each other again.
Danielle’s thighs closed around Cassie, trapping her in pussy and flesh. Cassie was Danielle’s sextoy, holding onto her cunt while Danielle’s hips fucked her face. The humping grew more frantic, and Danielle’s grip pulled her deeper. For a few brief seconds, Cassie couldn’t breathe as her nose was buried in cunt. She felt no sense of panic, just a strange rapture at the thought of being so utterly used.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” Danielle cried out.
Cassie kept licking, but Danielle pulled her mouth away. “No!” she cried. “Please, I’m too sensitive.”
Cassie nodded in assent. Danielle was laid out before her, exhausted and sweaty. Upstairs, Alisha moaned as some wonderfully horrible thing was done to her, but Cassie didn’t care. Something equally wonderful was happening down here.
“Return the favor,” said Melinda, masturbating furiously. “It’s your turn to lick her.”
Danielle giggled. “I am worn out.”
“That’s OK,” Cassie said. Strangely, it was. Cassie enjoyed the act of being used so much that she didn’t need to have an orgasm. She was floating on her own kind of high.
Danielle looked at her, and the wicked smile was back. Maybe it was because she heard the reluctance in Cassie’s voice and mistook it for shyness. Whatever the cause, Danielle found new strength in Cassie’s meekness.
“Lay down,” Danielle commanded. Cassie did, and Danielle climbed between her legs. The blonde forced her legs apart and assumed the same position Cassie had just been in. With no hesitation, Danielle latched her mouth onto Cassie’s pussy.
“Oh, God!” Cassie cried out. It felt so perfect. It wasn’t the gentle lickings her boyfriends had given her; this was a devouring. Danielle bit where others might lick, and she sucked and pulled where others would gently caress. Danielle’s hands gripped Cassie’s thighs as securely as any of the bonds she’d been in earlier. There was no escape from Danielle’s ravishing.
On the other bed, Melinda’s masturbation became even more furious. She was lying on her side now, one hand deep inside herself while the other hand played with her clit. Her lithe body was constantly twisting and undulating, and Cassie couldn’t help imagining what she would look like during sex. Melinda’s eyes met Cassie’s, and they recognized the lust in each other’s faces.
“I’m close,” Melinda mouthed.
Cassie nodded. It was up to her to help Melinda finish. Her own orgasm was close, but now it became even more important to climax. That need to please was the last push she needed, and her body responded. For Melinda’s sake, Cassie gave in fully to what her body needed. She bit her lip, she fondled her own tits, and she moaned much more loudly than she had ever let herself moan before. For Danielle, she’d been a licking slave; for Melinda, she became a climaxing slut.
“I’m coming!” she cried. Melinda’s climaxing moan answered her. Their moans blended into a sort of harmony.
Danielle rose up from between Cassie’s legs. “Do you hear that?” she asked.
Cassie listened. Upstairs, the sounds of fucking had stopped. They heard only a footstep or two.
“Shit,” Melinda said. “We should get to sleep before they come down and find out what Cassie was yelling about.”
Danielle crawled over Cassie and pulled the sheet over both of them. Melinda dived under her covers before realizing that the light was still on. She quickly ran over to the light switch and then ran back in the darkness. The girls were perfectly quiet until they heard the bedsprings start creaking again.
All three giggled like naughty college girls who’d gotten away with something.
To be continued.
“God, I am so horny,” Melinda said.
“Yes,” Danielle whimpered.
Upstairs, the spanking began, and Alisha cried out in joy. Downstairs, the girls whimpered in frustration.
Danielle brushed aside Cassie’s hair, exposing her neck. A kiss was planted on her neck, and Cassie’s whole body trembled. Danielle’s hand reached up and cupped a breast, and Cassie leaned into the hand.
“What are you doing?” Cassie asked.
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“I can’t wait for another night with Kevin,” Danielle said. She kissed higher on Cassie’s neck near the ear.
“No other girls or boys, remember!” Cassie said. She looked to Melinda for support.
“I think Danielle’s right,” Melinda said. She leaned back on the bed and spread her thighs. As Danielle kept kissing Cassie’s neck, Melinda reached between her legs and started to stroke.
“This is wrong,” Cassie said, but she didn’t move.
Danielle pinched Cassie’s nipple, and Cassie moaned. “What’s wrong is that you have had to wait this long to get laid,” Danielle said.
Danielle kept biting Cassie’s neck, and Cassie bit her bottom lip. It was her third night as a submissive, and Kevin still hadn’t fucked her. Upstairs, Alisha was getting the spanking and fucking that Cassie had fantasized about for years. Cassie had endured an entire day of bondage, which was great, but it had ended without a climax.
She felt as though she had failed somehow. She needed a climax. It wasn’t just for pleasure but to somehow bring closure to the long day of teasing.
“You deserve this,” said Melinda, who’d been the first to fuck Kevin and Julia. “Take it.”
Cassie turned around and kissed Danielle on the mouth. She grabbed her by the hair and opened her lips with hers. Danielle resisted at first, but gave in at the first touch of her tongue. Cassie held on tight, kissing Danielle as though she were Julia and kissing her twice as much because she wasn’t Julia.
Danielle’s hands roamed Cassie’s body while they kept kissing. Fingers cupped her breasts and gently tugged on her nipples. Hands roamed over her thighs and knees. Cassie found herself exploring Danielle’s body in turn. It was strange to touch a body so much like her own but yet different. Again, it wasn’t Julia, but somehow it was something more intimate. Danielle was someone who had endured the same things Cassie had, and that gave them a shared sexual frustration. Despite their differences, Cassie felt close to the skinny rich girl.
Plus, Danielle was a wonderful kisser.
Upstairs, Alisha was having the night of her life, and Cassie was OK with that. Across the room Melinda, was masturbating while watching Cassie, and that was fine too. Cassie was having her incredible just-like-in-a-story sex, and that was all she really wanted.
Danielle had her own goals. She broke the kiss and hooked her fingers into Cassie’s collar. A sharp tug pulled Cassie’s head back. Danielle dipped her head down and took one of Cassie’s nipples into her mouth. She started by licking softly but soon began to bite down hard. Cassie moaned and arched her back, but she stayed where she was. Danielle sucked and bit each nipple far more greedily than any of Cassie’s boyfriends ever had.
After a beautiful eternity, Danielle released Cassie’s nipples from her mouth. A wicked smile was on her face as she laid on the bed, never letting go of the collar. She dragged Cassie down onto her body, and using both the collar and Cassie’s hair, she guided Cassie to her waiting cunt.
“Eat me,” Danielle commanded.
Cassie had no choice, and that was exactly how she wanted it. Danielle’s sex was staring her in the face, and Danielle pulled her closer by her collar and a fistful of hair. Cassie had no time to think, no time to hesitate and no time to consider that this would be the first cunt she would lick. She just opened her mouth and dove in.
Danielle’s cunt was so wet. Cassie literally drank her juices, taking in the taste and licking for more. She wanted to go slowly and explore Danielle’s sex, but the tug on her collar kept pulling her in. Cassie realized it wasn’t about her; it was about Danielle’s needs and how important it was for Cassie to fulfill them.
Cassie surrendered her own thoughts and became a pussy-licking machine. She licked as deeply as she could. She flicked her tongue over Danielle’s clitoris in between thrusting into her cunt. Her lips sealed over the pussy lips, kissing hard and fast like lovers who might never see each other again.
Danielle’s thighs closed around Cassie, trapping her in pussy and flesh. Cassie was Danielle’s sextoy, holding onto her cunt while Danielle’s hips fucked her face. The humping grew more frantic, and Danielle’s grip pulled her deeper. For a few brief seconds, Cassie couldn’t breathe as her nose was buried in cunt. She felt no sense of panic, just a strange rapture at the thought of being so utterly used.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” Danielle cried out.
Cassie kept licking, but Danielle pulled her mouth away. “No!” she cried. “Please, I’m too sensitive.”
Cassie nodded in assent. Danielle was laid out before her, exhausted and sweaty. Upstairs, Alisha moaned as some wonderfully horrible thing was done to her, but Cassie didn’t care. Something equally wonderful was happening down here.
“Return the favor,” said Melinda, masturbating furiously. “It’s your turn to lick her.”
Danielle giggled. “I am worn out.”
“That’s OK,” Cassie said. Strangely, it was. Cassie enjoyed the act of being used so much that she didn’t need to have an orgasm. She was floating on her own kind of high.
Danielle looked at her, and the wicked smile was back. Maybe it was because she heard the reluctance in Cassie’s voice and mistook it for shyness. Whatever the cause, Danielle found new strength in Cassie’s meekness.
“Lay down,” Danielle commanded. Cassie did, and Danielle climbed between her legs. The blonde forced her legs apart and assumed the same position Cassie had just been in. With no hesitation, Danielle latched her mouth onto Cassie’s pussy.
“Oh, God!” Cassie cried out. It felt so perfect. It wasn’t the gentle lickings her boyfriends had given her; this was a devouring. Danielle bit where others might lick, and she sucked and pulled where others would gently caress. Danielle’s hands gripped Cassie’s thighs as securely as any of the bonds she’d been in earlier. There was no escape from Danielle’s ravishing.
On the other bed, Melinda’s masturbation became even more furious. She was lying on her side now, one hand deep inside herself while the other hand played with her clit. Her lithe body was constantly twisting and undulating, and Cassie couldn’t help imagining what she would look like during sex. Melinda’s eyes met Cassie’s, and they recognized the lust in each other’s faces.
“I’m close,” Melinda mouthed.
Cassie nodded. It was up to her to help Melinda finish. Her own orgasm was close, but now it became even more important to climax. That need to please was the last push she needed, and her body responded. For Melinda’s sake, Cassie gave in fully to what her body needed. She bit her lip, she fondled her own tits, and she moaned much more loudly than she had ever let herself moan before. For Danielle, she’d been a licking slave; for Melinda, she became a climaxing slut.
“I’m coming!” she cried. Melinda’s climaxing moan answered her. Their moans blended into a sort of harmony.
Danielle rose up from between Cassie’s legs. “Do you hear that?” she asked.
Cassie listened. Upstairs, the sounds of fucking had stopped. They heard only a footstep or two.
“Shit,” Melinda said. “We should get to sleep before they come down and find out what Cassie was yelling about.”
Danielle crawled over Cassie and pulled the sheet over both of them. Melinda dived under her covers before realizing that the light was still on. She quickly ran over to the light switch and then ran back in the darkness. The girls were perfectly quiet until they heard the bedsprings start creaking again.
All three giggled like naughty college girls who’d gotten away with something.
To be continued.
The Case of the Missing Story Part
Citizens of Blogland! Shon Richards's next chapter of BDSM Beach has been stolen by forces most foul! The evil Dr. Sex Robot is trying to add this incredibly sexy story to his arsenal of decadent programming as I speak!
But have no fear! I, the Huntress, armed with my Midriff of Justice!(TM) will launch an investigation that will result in me being bound in various sexy positions before I escape and bring Dr. Sex Robot to his servo powered knees!
Go to your mundane jobs secure in the knowledge that I will retrieve BDSM Beach part 8 sometime around 2pm this afternoon at the latest. Remember, no erotica escapes the Huntress!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Esther and Terry
I went to MidsouthCon with two goals. One, I wanted to meet/see Esther Friesner. Second, I wanted to see what kind of person Terry Pratchett was. As the writer of Granny Weatherwax, Vimes, Susan and my favorite version of Death; I wanted to see what kind of schizophrenic man he was. Fortunately, I succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.
I spent some one on one time chatting with Mrs. Friesner and had my fortune told by her. I only knew her by her humorous story anthologies but let me tell you there is a ferocious passion in that lady against the world''s wrongs. She's like an adorable grandmother type who'll make your favorite dinner and then roll up her sleeves to go punch out the man who kicks his dog. It was a real delight to meet her and her fortune reading was dead on in both her assessment of me and what I should do.
I attended two panels with Terry Pratchett, one reading of his unreleased book read by Terry and I got to hang out with Terry for about 15 minutes as the convention organizers failed to live up to their job description. I just can not get over how intellectually curious and creative this man is. You ask him a question and he'll give you an answer, then look for the funnier answer and then take a moment to think over the story idea your question gave him. As sharp as he is, he is very kind to his starstruck fans. Meeting him, I saw all his characters inside him and I could see how the others were just born out of his non stop creativity.
For other Pratchett fans out there, I'll try to share what meager information stuck in my head. He told my wife during an hour long tea chat that if you scratch his female characters deep enough, you'll eventually find Ms. Piggy from the Muppets. He said he can't write a weak female because in his experience, women are the ones who get problems solved now while men are still trying to figure out what caused the problem.
He played all the Wing Commander games and was terribly upset when he did a mission so poorly that Paladin died. So he went back and replayed that level over and over again until Paladin lived and got to have his retirement. Most of you have no idea what any of that meant but those who do know what that says about Terry.
Terry appreciates everyone who has a favorite character that ask him to write more books about X, but what Terry really loves to do is make new characters. That is one of his great passions.
He listed Carl Hiassen's Florida as his favorite imaginary world.
He has a scale model of the Unseen University that he sometimes takes measurements of for his stories.
All in all, it was great to meet these two and get a peek inside how they think. The answer in both cases is they think extremely fast. They make me feel lazy for my creative output. I just hope that I get better and by the time I reach their age I can keep up with them.
I spent some one on one time chatting with Mrs. Friesner and had my fortune told by her. I only knew her by her humorous story anthologies but let me tell you there is a ferocious passion in that lady against the world''s wrongs. She's like an adorable grandmother type who'll make your favorite dinner and then roll up her sleeves to go punch out the man who kicks his dog. It was a real delight to meet her and her fortune reading was dead on in both her assessment of me and what I should do.
I attended two panels with Terry Pratchett, one reading of his unreleased book read by Terry and I got to hang out with Terry for about 15 minutes as the convention organizers failed to live up to their job description. I just can not get over how intellectually curious and creative this man is. You ask him a question and he'll give you an answer, then look for the funnier answer and then take a moment to think over the story idea your question gave him. As sharp as he is, he is very kind to his starstruck fans. Meeting him, I saw all his characters inside him and I could see how the others were just born out of his non stop creativity.
For other Pratchett fans out there, I'll try to share what meager information stuck in my head. He told my wife during an hour long tea chat that if you scratch his female characters deep enough, you'll eventually find Ms. Piggy from the Muppets. He said he can't write a weak female because in his experience, women are the ones who get problems solved now while men are still trying to figure out what caused the problem.
He played all the Wing Commander games and was terribly upset when he did a mission so poorly that Paladin died. So he went back and replayed that level over and over again until Paladin lived and got to have his retirement. Most of you have no idea what any of that meant but those who do know what that says about Terry.
Terry appreciates everyone who has a favorite character that ask him to write more books about X, but what Terry really loves to do is make new characters. That is one of his great passions.
He listed Carl Hiassen's Florida as his favorite imaginary world.
He has a scale model of the Unseen University that he sometimes takes measurements of for his stories.
All in all, it was great to meet these two and get a peek inside how they think. The answer in both cases is they think extremely fast. They make me feel lazy for my creative output. I just hope that I get better and by the time I reach their age I can keep up with them.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Seven
The wind blew Cassie’s hammock, causing it to swing just a little bit. The cool air sent a ripple of goosebumps down her naked flesh. The wind also blew across her clamped nipples, which reminded her of how sensitive and painful they had become. Her freshly spanked ass could feel every crisscross of the hammock’s rope netting beneath her.
She struggled against the pain, but the thin rope that wove around her limbs and into the hammock held her tight. Her struggling only caused the hammock to swing more, which caused her heavy breasts to swing further and upset the clamps even more.
It was just another beautiful afternoon in paradise. After the morning spanking and breakfast, Kevin had ordered the girls onto the porch, where Julia had set up four hammocks. One by one, he had tied the girls into their hammocks. Thin rope laced and wrapped their ankles, thighs, wrists, elbows and collars to the netting of the hammocks. The process took a long time, but Cassie savored every minute Kevin spent binding her body. It was the most he had touched her since she had come to Cancun.
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Once the girls were all bound, Kevin toured them as though they were dishes served up for his pleasure. Cassie watched him suck on Alisha’s plump tits. She groaned as she watched him finger and stroke Melinda’s cunt. She grew wet as he bit Danielle’s thighs. It was all worth it when he’d come back to her and run his fingernails over her body. Soft, wonderful not-quite-scratches started at her lips and went down her neck, over both breasts, across her hips and down her thighs and ended at her feet. Every inch of her body was ready to be taken.
That was when Kevin had put the clamps on her nipples. The cruel rubber tips pinched her nipples and set her breasts on fire. A little index card had been attached to each clamp, so that every time the wind blew, it would catch the cards and twist her nipples. Cassie bit her lip and stared down in wonder at the abuse her nipples were going through. The pain was intense, but it was a good kind of pain. It was the kind of pain she wanted to remember forever.
While Kevin applied the clamps to the other girls, Cassie found herself thinking about Julia. She didn’t know where Kevin’s submissive had gone, and she was surprised by how much that disappointed her. Ever since Julia had kissed her, Cassie was having the hardest time not thinking about the older woman.
With the final set of clamps in place, Kevin pulled up a chair and opened a book. Cassie, and the others, moaned in frustration. Bound, helpless, horny and clamped, the girls could do nothing but anticipate his next move. He hadn’t forbidden them to speak, but none of the girls was brave enough to talk. They were all afraid of being the one to come across as greedy or rude.
Well, for a good 10 minutes, at least.
“Kevin, sir,” Danielle said. “Please don’t ignore us.”
Cassie felt a strange flash of irrational anger. How dare Danielle, who’d been in Kevin’s bedroom last night, ask him to disturb his reading? She realized that she was more upset that Danielle was being rude on behalf of all of them then she was jealous that the other girl had gotten more attention.
Kevin snapped his fingers at Danielle, never lifting his gaze from his book.
That was that. She was smart enough not to ask again. The girls laid in their hammocks on a lazy Cancun morning. The wind toyed with their clamps as the ropes ignited with their libidos. The sun warmed their bodies on the outside, while wicked thought warmed them from the inside.
After a period of wet frustration, Kevin put his book down and returned to his captives. He started with Cassie, and somehow, that felt to her like a victory. He brought a bottle of water with a straw and placed the straw on her lips. She wanted to do something sexy with the straw, but she lost her nerve. She sucked down on the straw and eagerly drank the water. When Kevin took the straw away, Cassie tried to say “thank you” but no words came from her mouth.
He reached down with both hands and removed her clamps. The pain had become a dull constant reminder, but once the clamps were removed, the blood came rushing back to her sensitive nipples. Cassie thought the clamps had hurt before, but now she knew just had bad the pain could be. She cried out and tugged at the ropes holding her down, struggling to reach her nipples and somehow comfort them.
Kevin chuckled and moved on. Melinda cried out, and knowing that the pain was too much even for a tough athlete gave Cassie a small amount of consolation. Danielle screamed next, her cry dwarfing anything the previous two had yelled, while Alisha merely whimpered when her clamps were removed.
Cassie watched as Kevin returned to her. He opened a box and pulled out more rope. For a brief moment, she was terrified of what he could possibly do next that would require her to be tied down more. Her fears evaporated as he pulled out a long sea-blue vibrator.
Kevin slid the vibrator into Cassie’s cunt. The cold plastic filled her slick pussy and then slid partway out again as he teased her. With only a few inches inside her, he stopped. He laced the new rope around the rope already wrapped around her thighs. In a few minutes, he had created a cradle for the vibrator that would keep it in such a teasing place. Then, he turned it on.
“Oh!” Cassie whispered. Her cunt was so ready and sensitive that even the partial penetration was making her squirm. The hammock held her tight, and she found that her most vigorous twists and pulls only caused the vibrator to dance and squirm inside her. There was no escape and no way to get the full thrusting she desired.
Kevin gave her thigh a squeeze before walking over to Alisha. Cassie could tell he was doing the same thing to Alisha, but she didn’t care. She was still trying to get some sort of satisfaction from the vibrator. The ropes held her to the hammock, but she found out the hammock itself wasn’t very solid. Suspended in mid-air, she clenched her thighs, crunched her stomach and pulled with her wrists to try to get the hammock to stretch just enough to allow her to get in a few more precious inches. The best she did was one more wonderful vibrating inch, but it didn’t discourage her from continuing to try.
The other girls were struggling more, too. Melinda was twisting so much that Cassie feared her hammock would break. Danielle appeared too exhausted to give it an honest try, no doubt worn out by her orgy last night. Alisha had no such problem, although she was as round as Cassie, and the curve of the hammock didn’t allow for much wiggling. Cassie could see a puddle on the floor beneath Alisha, and she realized it must be where her cunt’s desire had dripped. Cassie wondered if a puddle were forming beneath her, too.
It was going to be a long day in paradise.
To be continued.
She struggled against the pain, but the thin rope that wove around her limbs and into the hammock held her tight. Her struggling only caused the hammock to swing more, which caused her heavy breasts to swing further and upset the clamps even more.
It was just another beautiful afternoon in paradise. After the morning spanking and breakfast, Kevin had ordered the girls onto the porch, where Julia had set up four hammocks. One by one, he had tied the girls into their hammocks. Thin rope laced and wrapped their ankles, thighs, wrists, elbows and collars to the netting of the hammocks. The process took a long time, but Cassie savored every minute Kevin spent binding her body. It was the most he had touched her since she had come to Cancun.
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Once the girls were all bound, Kevin toured them as though they were dishes served up for his pleasure. Cassie watched him suck on Alisha’s plump tits. She groaned as she watched him finger and stroke Melinda’s cunt. She grew wet as he bit Danielle’s thighs. It was all worth it when he’d come back to her and run his fingernails over her body. Soft, wonderful not-quite-scratches started at her lips and went down her neck, over both breasts, across her hips and down her thighs and ended at her feet. Every inch of her body was ready to be taken.
That was when Kevin had put the clamps on her nipples. The cruel rubber tips pinched her nipples and set her breasts on fire. A little index card had been attached to each clamp, so that every time the wind blew, it would catch the cards and twist her nipples. Cassie bit her lip and stared down in wonder at the abuse her nipples were going through. The pain was intense, but it was a good kind of pain. It was the kind of pain she wanted to remember forever.
While Kevin applied the clamps to the other girls, Cassie found herself thinking about Julia. She didn’t know where Kevin’s submissive had gone, and she was surprised by how much that disappointed her. Ever since Julia had kissed her, Cassie was having the hardest time not thinking about the older woman.
With the final set of clamps in place, Kevin pulled up a chair and opened a book. Cassie, and the others, moaned in frustration. Bound, helpless, horny and clamped, the girls could do nothing but anticipate his next move. He hadn’t forbidden them to speak, but none of the girls was brave enough to talk. They were all afraid of being the one to come across as greedy or rude.
Well, for a good 10 minutes, at least.
“Kevin, sir,” Danielle said. “Please don’t ignore us.”
Cassie felt a strange flash of irrational anger. How dare Danielle, who’d been in Kevin’s bedroom last night, ask him to disturb his reading? She realized that she was more upset that Danielle was being rude on behalf of all of them then she was jealous that the other girl had gotten more attention.
Kevin snapped his fingers at Danielle, never lifting his gaze from his book.
That was that. She was smart enough not to ask again. The girls laid in their hammocks on a lazy Cancun morning. The wind toyed with their clamps as the ropes ignited with their libidos. The sun warmed their bodies on the outside, while wicked thought warmed them from the inside.
After a period of wet frustration, Kevin put his book down and returned to his captives. He started with Cassie, and somehow, that felt to her like a victory. He brought a bottle of water with a straw and placed the straw on her lips. She wanted to do something sexy with the straw, but she lost her nerve. She sucked down on the straw and eagerly drank the water. When Kevin took the straw away, Cassie tried to say “thank you” but no words came from her mouth.
He reached down with both hands and removed her clamps. The pain had become a dull constant reminder, but once the clamps were removed, the blood came rushing back to her sensitive nipples. Cassie thought the clamps had hurt before, but now she knew just had bad the pain could be. She cried out and tugged at the ropes holding her down, struggling to reach her nipples and somehow comfort them.
Kevin chuckled and moved on. Melinda cried out, and knowing that the pain was too much even for a tough athlete gave Cassie a small amount of consolation. Danielle screamed next, her cry dwarfing anything the previous two had yelled, while Alisha merely whimpered when her clamps were removed.
Cassie watched as Kevin returned to her. He opened a box and pulled out more rope. For a brief moment, she was terrified of what he could possibly do next that would require her to be tied down more. Her fears evaporated as he pulled out a long sea-blue vibrator.
Kevin slid the vibrator into Cassie’s cunt. The cold plastic filled her slick pussy and then slid partway out again as he teased her. With only a few inches inside her, he stopped. He laced the new rope around the rope already wrapped around her thighs. In a few minutes, he had created a cradle for the vibrator that would keep it in such a teasing place. Then, he turned it on.
“Oh!” Cassie whispered. Her cunt was so ready and sensitive that even the partial penetration was making her squirm. The hammock held her tight, and she found that her most vigorous twists and pulls only caused the vibrator to dance and squirm inside her. There was no escape and no way to get the full thrusting she desired.
Kevin gave her thigh a squeeze before walking over to Alisha. Cassie could tell he was doing the same thing to Alisha, but she didn’t care. She was still trying to get some sort of satisfaction from the vibrator. The ropes held her to the hammock, but she found out the hammock itself wasn’t very solid. Suspended in mid-air, she clenched her thighs, crunched her stomach and pulled with her wrists to try to get the hammock to stretch just enough to allow her to get in a few more precious inches. The best she did was one more wonderful vibrating inch, but it didn’t discourage her from continuing to try.
The other girls were struggling more, too. Melinda was twisting so much that Cassie feared her hammock would break. Danielle appeared too exhausted to give it an honest try, no doubt worn out by her orgy last night. Alisha had no such problem, although she was as round as Cassie, and the curve of the hammock didn’t allow for much wiggling. Cassie could see a puddle on the floor beneath Alisha, and she realized it must be where her cunt’s desire had dripped. Cassie wondered if a puddle were forming beneath her, too.
It was going to be a long day in paradise.
To be continued.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Six
The bed felt even better tonight. Cassie fell on top of the sheets and moaned as soon as her face hit the pillow. An entire day of swimming, with only short breaks for tanning, had left her worn out. Even though she was perfectly still, she swore she could still feel the ocean around her, lifting and pushing her body like an insistent lover.
Her bed was empty tonight. Kevin had invited Danielle upstairs, and the confident blonde had beamed a smile that could have won 100 beauty pageants. Cassie was a little jealous that Danielle was upstairs being fucked, but right now, she was more grateful to have a bed all to herself to collapse into.
“They’ll spank her first,” Melinda said. No one had asked, but it was what they all wanted to know.
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“Is that what they did to you?” Alisha asked. Cassie turned her head to look at her two roommates, who shared a too-small-for-them bed. The girls were all naked, as their bikinis were in the dryer and they hadn’t been assigned any other clothes. Cassie thought Melinda and Alisha looked like a study in contrasts. Alisha was curvy and dark, while Melinda was muscular and glowing pink from the sun today. Even their eyes were different, Alisha’s open and curious, Melinda’s were half-closed and introspective.
“Yes,” Melinda said. “They bent me over the bed, and they took turns spanking me.”
Alisha shuddered. “That must have been hot.”
Melinda half-smiled. “Mostly it hurt, but yeah.”
Above, they could hear Danielle crying out. Her screams were high-pitched shrieks that reached higher and higher.
Alisha sat up in bed. Cassie couldn’t figure out how she could even move. Maybe it was pure horniness.
“Then what did they do to you?” Alisha asked.
Melinda sighed. “I remember a lot of things, but not in any particular order. I sucked Kevin’s dick, I licked Julia’s pussy, I sat on Julia’s face, I held my hands behind my back while they both slapped my tits, and we fucked a lot. God, they kept moving me into different positions, and anytime I got tired, they would slap my ass or my face till I got back into position. Coach Jerry was never that rough.”
Alisha’s eyes got even bigger. “Who’s Coach Jerry? Was he your dom?”
Melinda blushed. “No … Yes. Sort of.”
“Tell us more,” Alisha said. “I’ve never had a dom, well not in real life. I thought Kevin’s ad asked for those with no experience.”
“I told Kevin what my experience was in my e-mail, and he said I qualified,” Melinda said. “I don’t know. Do you really want to hear about it?”
“Yes, please,” Cassie said.
“See! Even Cassie spoke up for that. You have to tell us.”
“All right,” Melinda said. “There’s not much to say. I’m on the rowing team, and you have to stay really strong. We do a lot of training and working out. Now, the head coach is a nice lady, but she gets bored with the personal stuff. She has her assistant coach, Jerry, take care of our day-to-day workouts. He’s a senior, so he’s not much older than us.”
“Oh, is he hot?” Alisha asked.
Melinda nodded. “Very hot. He’s strict, too. He’s like a drill sergeant out of some movie. The other girls hate him, but I like the discipline. It’s easier to push yourself if someone else is telling you to do the pushing, you know?”
Alisha nodded half-heartedly, and Cassie looked at her blankly.
“Trust me, it is,” Melinda said. “I told him that once, and he got this look on his face. Very quietly, he told me that an even better motivator was arousal. He said that if I did a clench every time I did a repetition, it would encourage me more.”
“What’s a clench?” Alisha asked. Cassie didn’t have to ask, because she had read about these kinds of things.
“It’s when you squeeze your pussy like you would if a cock were inside you,” Melinda said. “It is supposed to strengthen some muscle, but mostly what it did was make me horny. Jerry would tell me to clench as he guided me through my workouts. He also got meaner and more demanding, which I kind of liked. It was like I had a personal sex coach making me into a horny fit machine.”
Bed noises loudly vibrated through the ceiling. Melinda looked up, and a slow, blushing realization crossed her face. “Was it this loud last night?”
Alisha giggled. “Yep.”
“You must have heard everything!” Melinda said.
“We heard a lot,” Alisha said. “Keep telling us about your coach. Did you fuck him?”
Melinda kept looking at the ceiling as she talked. “No, we never had sex. I think he was worried about getting in trouble. He would ask me if I masturbated, and he would demand that I masturbate in my room before each game, but he never tried anything. He never even saw me naked.”
“That would have driven me crazy,” Alisha said.
Melinda got up from the bed. “It did,” she said. “I thought there was something wrong with me. Like maybe I wasn’t pretty enough, or I was supposed to do something like throw myself at him.”
Melinda got up and walked over to the light. She turned it off and came back to bed. Cassie found herself thinking of what it must be like for Alisha to sleep next to such a lean and tight body.
“I don’t think it was you at all,” Cassie said. It was easier for her to talk in the darkness.
“What do you mean?” Melinda asked.
“I think it was him,” Cassie said. “I think he was enough of a dom to turn you on, but he wasn’t enough of a dom to take what you were willing to give him.”
“Really?” Melinda asked. “I still think it was because I wasn’t pretty enough.”
Alisha snorted. “You? My God, you’re the best-looking one out of all of us! You’re in the best shape! Cassie is right; it was your coach’s problem or some hang-up he had.”
“I don’t know,” Melinda said.
“Kevin must have thought you were hot,” Cassie said. “He invited you upstairs first.”
Melinda didn’t say anything at first. Their bedroom was quiet except for the sound of the ocean coming through the window and the sound of bedsprings creaking upstairs.
“Damn right,” Melinda said. “Fuck Jerry.”
The other girls laughed.
“Seriously, though,” Melinda said. “How did you sleep last night?”
“Fine. I was just tired, I guess,” Alisha said.
“Alisha said she masturbated,” Cassie said.
Alisha was quiet, and Cassie worried that she might have said something to embarrass her. What if Melinda freaked out?
“That’s a great idea,” Melinda said. “We should all masturbate and then get some sleep.”
“Right now?” Alisha said.
“Why not?” Melinda said. “It’s a way to release stress hormones and will help us get some rest. Unless you don’t want me in your bed while I do it?”
“No, that’s all right,” Alisha said. “I don’t mind.”
“Good, listening to that is driving me nuts,” Melinda said.
Cassie rolled over in bed. She was glad that she was alone in bed because she wasn’t sure she could have masturbated if she did have a bed mate. On the other hand, she was jealous of Alisha and Melinda, who did have bedmates, someone warm and close by. Even if they weren’t touching, were still sharing a level of intimacy.
Exhausted and worn out, Cassie was surprised to find new reserves of strength when she started stroking her cunt. The sounds of sex above her mixed with Melinda’s story about her coach. The rhythmic creaking of the bed became the soundtrack to thought of what delicious things Coach Jerry would have her do. She imagined sit-ups spurred by a leash around her throat, squats that would impale her on a dildo and pushups that would lower her mouth onto a cock. Her fingers delved deep into her cunt as she gave in to what her body was craving.
Slowly, though, other sounds slipped into her fantasies. Across from her, Alisha and Melinda had pulled the covers up over their waists, their hands underneath the covers. Cassie couldn’t see anything in the moonlight except the constantly moving white sheet, but she could hear them. She could hear Melinda’s rapid breathing and Alisha’s low, sultry moans. She could hear their bed creak in subtler ways than the frenzied thumping above. If she tried really hard, she could almost hear the wet, slick sounds their cunts were making.
Cassie masturbated faster. Thoughts of Julia entered her fantasy. She thought about how Julia’s body had felt, and she wondered how Alisha’s or Melinda’s body might feel. She thought about how they might kiss. As Cassie stroked faster, she imagined about how the two girls would fuck her with mouths and fingers. When her climax came, Cassie was imagining them all in a tangled knot of legs, arms and mouths. A high-pitched whimper escaped her lips while her thighs closed tight around her fingers.
Alisha answered her whimper with a shuddering moan, half-rising from the bed as the climax took her.
Finally, Melinda came, yelling her pleasure and drowning out the sex noises above.
Then there was quiet. Even the noises upstairs had stopped. For eight orgasmic seconds, all Cassie could hear was the harsh breathing of all three girls in the bedroom. Then they started to hear Danielle cry out from another spanking.
“Goodnight,” Cassie said. She fell asleep before she even heard a response.
To be continued.
Her bed was empty tonight. Kevin had invited Danielle upstairs, and the confident blonde had beamed a smile that could have won 100 beauty pageants. Cassie was a little jealous that Danielle was upstairs being fucked, but right now, she was more grateful to have a bed all to herself to collapse into.
“They’ll spank her first,” Melinda said. No one had asked, but it was what they all wanted to know.
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“Is that what they did to you?” Alisha asked. Cassie turned her head to look at her two roommates, who shared a too-small-for-them bed. The girls were all naked, as their bikinis were in the dryer and they hadn’t been assigned any other clothes. Cassie thought Melinda and Alisha looked like a study in contrasts. Alisha was curvy and dark, while Melinda was muscular and glowing pink from the sun today. Even their eyes were different, Alisha’s open and curious, Melinda’s were half-closed and introspective.
“Yes,” Melinda said. “They bent me over the bed, and they took turns spanking me.”
Alisha shuddered. “That must have been hot.”
Melinda half-smiled. “Mostly it hurt, but yeah.”
Above, they could hear Danielle crying out. Her screams were high-pitched shrieks that reached higher and higher.
Alisha sat up in bed. Cassie couldn’t figure out how she could even move. Maybe it was pure horniness.
“Then what did they do to you?” Alisha asked.
Melinda sighed. “I remember a lot of things, but not in any particular order. I sucked Kevin’s dick, I licked Julia’s pussy, I sat on Julia’s face, I held my hands behind my back while they both slapped my tits, and we fucked a lot. God, they kept moving me into different positions, and anytime I got tired, they would slap my ass or my face till I got back into position. Coach Jerry was never that rough.”
Alisha’s eyes got even bigger. “Who’s Coach Jerry? Was he your dom?”
Melinda blushed. “No … Yes. Sort of.”
“Tell us more,” Alisha said. “I’ve never had a dom, well not in real life. I thought Kevin’s ad asked for those with no experience.”
“I told Kevin what my experience was in my e-mail, and he said I qualified,” Melinda said. “I don’t know. Do you really want to hear about it?”
“Yes, please,” Cassie said.
“See! Even Cassie spoke up for that. You have to tell us.”
“All right,” Melinda said. “There’s not much to say. I’m on the rowing team, and you have to stay really strong. We do a lot of training and working out. Now, the head coach is a nice lady, but she gets bored with the personal stuff. She has her assistant coach, Jerry, take care of our day-to-day workouts. He’s a senior, so he’s not much older than us.”
“Oh, is he hot?” Alisha asked.
Melinda nodded. “Very hot. He’s strict, too. He’s like a drill sergeant out of some movie. The other girls hate him, but I like the discipline. It’s easier to push yourself if someone else is telling you to do the pushing, you know?”
Alisha nodded half-heartedly, and Cassie looked at her blankly.
“Trust me, it is,” Melinda said. “I told him that once, and he got this look on his face. Very quietly, he told me that an even better motivator was arousal. He said that if I did a clench every time I did a repetition, it would encourage me more.”
“What’s a clench?” Alisha asked. Cassie didn’t have to ask, because she had read about these kinds of things.
“It’s when you squeeze your pussy like you would if a cock were inside you,” Melinda said. “It is supposed to strengthen some muscle, but mostly what it did was make me horny. Jerry would tell me to clench as he guided me through my workouts. He also got meaner and more demanding, which I kind of liked. It was like I had a personal sex coach making me into a horny fit machine.”
Bed noises loudly vibrated through the ceiling. Melinda looked up, and a slow, blushing realization crossed her face. “Was it this loud last night?”
Alisha giggled. “Yep.”
“You must have heard everything!” Melinda said.
“We heard a lot,” Alisha said. “Keep telling us about your coach. Did you fuck him?”
Melinda kept looking at the ceiling as she talked. “No, we never had sex. I think he was worried about getting in trouble. He would ask me if I masturbated, and he would demand that I masturbate in my room before each game, but he never tried anything. He never even saw me naked.”
“That would have driven me crazy,” Alisha said.
Melinda got up from the bed. “It did,” she said. “I thought there was something wrong with me. Like maybe I wasn’t pretty enough, or I was supposed to do something like throw myself at him.”
Melinda got up and walked over to the light. She turned it off and came back to bed. Cassie found herself thinking of what it must be like for Alisha to sleep next to such a lean and tight body.
“I don’t think it was you at all,” Cassie said. It was easier for her to talk in the darkness.
“What do you mean?” Melinda asked.
“I think it was him,” Cassie said. “I think he was enough of a dom to turn you on, but he wasn’t enough of a dom to take what you were willing to give him.”
“Really?” Melinda asked. “I still think it was because I wasn’t pretty enough.”
Alisha snorted. “You? My God, you’re the best-looking one out of all of us! You’re in the best shape! Cassie is right; it was your coach’s problem or some hang-up he had.”
“I don’t know,” Melinda said.
“Kevin must have thought you were hot,” Cassie said. “He invited you upstairs first.”
Melinda didn’t say anything at first. Their bedroom was quiet except for the sound of the ocean coming through the window and the sound of bedsprings creaking upstairs.
“Damn right,” Melinda said. “Fuck Jerry.”
The other girls laughed.
“Seriously, though,” Melinda said. “How did you sleep last night?”
“Fine. I was just tired, I guess,” Alisha said.
“Alisha said she masturbated,” Cassie said.
Alisha was quiet, and Cassie worried that she might have said something to embarrass her. What if Melinda freaked out?
“That’s a great idea,” Melinda said. “We should all masturbate and then get some sleep.”
“Right now?” Alisha said.
“Why not?” Melinda said. “It’s a way to release stress hormones and will help us get some rest. Unless you don’t want me in your bed while I do it?”
“No, that’s all right,” Alisha said. “I don’t mind.”
“Good, listening to that is driving me nuts,” Melinda said.
Cassie rolled over in bed. She was glad that she was alone in bed because she wasn’t sure she could have masturbated if she did have a bed mate. On the other hand, she was jealous of Alisha and Melinda, who did have bedmates, someone warm and close by. Even if they weren’t touching, were still sharing a level of intimacy.
Exhausted and worn out, Cassie was surprised to find new reserves of strength when she started stroking her cunt. The sounds of sex above her mixed with Melinda’s story about her coach. The rhythmic creaking of the bed became the soundtrack to thought of what delicious things Coach Jerry would have her do. She imagined sit-ups spurred by a leash around her throat, squats that would impale her on a dildo and pushups that would lower her mouth onto a cock. Her fingers delved deep into her cunt as she gave in to what her body was craving.
Slowly, though, other sounds slipped into her fantasies. Across from her, Alisha and Melinda had pulled the covers up over their waists, their hands underneath the covers. Cassie couldn’t see anything in the moonlight except the constantly moving white sheet, but she could hear them. She could hear Melinda’s rapid breathing and Alisha’s low, sultry moans. She could hear their bed creak in subtler ways than the frenzied thumping above. If she tried really hard, she could almost hear the wet, slick sounds their cunts were making.
Cassie masturbated faster. Thoughts of Julia entered her fantasy. She thought about how Julia’s body had felt, and she wondered how Alisha’s or Melinda’s body might feel. She thought about how they might kiss. As Cassie stroked faster, she imagined about how the two girls would fuck her with mouths and fingers. When her climax came, Cassie was imagining them all in a tangled knot of legs, arms and mouths. A high-pitched whimper escaped her lips while her thighs closed tight around her fingers.
Alisha answered her whimper with a shuddering moan, half-rising from the bed as the climax took her.
Finally, Melinda came, yelling her pleasure and drowning out the sex noises above.
Then there was quiet. Even the noises upstairs had stopped. For eight orgasmic seconds, all Cassie could hear was the harsh breathing of all three girls in the bedroom. Then they started to hear Danielle cry out from another spanking.
“Goodnight,” Cassie said. She fell asleep before she even heard a response.
To be continued.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
House Sitter Rules
Tomorrow I'm heading to Memphis to stalk Terry Pratchett at MidSouth Con. Wish me luck in figuring out how to transfer some of his brilliance to me. BDSM Beach will be updated before I leave in the morning unless I oversleep and have to flee the house in a hurry to beat Atlanta traffic.
The biggest problem I face is I can't get a housesitter for my two cats. I've tried my friends and even tried a house sitting service, but all have declined. I am thinking it has something to do with the instructions I printed out for the potential house sitter.
Dear House-Sitter,
First things first, please remove all of your clothes as soon as you enter my door. You haven't earned the right to wear clothes in home even if I'm not there. Please leave your underwear on as since it has been my experience that all women are insatiable cunt dripping sluts. I have no desire to find damp spots on my furniture.
Your primary duty is to feed the cats once a day, and refresh their water bowl every hour. They will be fed at 7 am every morning. For every minute you are late in filling their food or water, your ass will be spanked once. Please record your lateness in the journal provided.
The air conditioner must be set at 68 degrees as that is what the cats prefer. To keep warm, clothespins will be provided. Just apply them to a cold part and the sharp pain will warm you up.
Erotica will be provided for your entertainment. The books are on the dinner table though I ask you do not masturbate while sitting on any of the furniture. Under the dinner table would be acceptable.
Bedtime is 9pm sharp. You may use the guest bed and you may even get under the covers. Please secure your right leg to the right bed post using the restraints and rope provided. Keep your leg bound until you get up at 6 am. After getting up, please wash the sheets and pillowcase. Every morning.
In order to ensure alertness and eliminate complacency, a digital camera will be provided. Please use this camera to compose six nude slef photos of yourself. Photos will be graded on creativity, sexuality and ability to give me an erection.
In case of hurricane, fire, earthquake, government raid or crazy hillbilly attack, the cat's safety is your top priority.
We will return Sunday night to administer punishments/rewards as needed. Also, you will be expected to preform a relaxing blowjob to help me unwind. Conventions can be so stressful.
The biggest problem I face is I can't get a housesitter for my two cats. I've tried my friends and even tried a house sitting service, but all have declined. I am thinking it has something to do with the instructions I printed out for the potential house sitter.
Dear House-Sitter,
First things first, please remove all of your clothes as soon as you enter my door. You haven't earned the right to wear clothes in home even if I'm not there. Please leave your underwear on as since it has been my experience that all women are insatiable cunt dripping sluts. I have no desire to find damp spots on my furniture.
Your primary duty is to feed the cats once a day, and refresh their water bowl every hour. They will be fed at 7 am every morning. For every minute you are late in filling their food or water, your ass will be spanked once. Please record your lateness in the journal provided.
The air conditioner must be set at 68 degrees as that is what the cats prefer. To keep warm, clothespins will be provided. Just apply them to a cold part and the sharp pain will warm you up.
Erotica will be provided for your entertainment. The books are on the dinner table though I ask you do not masturbate while sitting on any of the furniture. Under the dinner table would be acceptable.
Bedtime is 9pm sharp. You may use the guest bed and you may even get under the covers. Please secure your right leg to the right bed post using the restraints and rope provided. Keep your leg bound until you get up at 6 am. After getting up, please wash the sheets and pillowcase. Every morning.
In order to ensure alertness and eliminate complacency, a digital camera will be provided. Please use this camera to compose six nude slef photos of yourself. Photos will be graded on creativity, sexuality and ability to give me an erection.
In case of hurricane, fire, earthquake, government raid or crazy hillbilly attack, the cat's safety is your top priority.
We will return Sunday night to administer punishments/rewards as needed. Also, you will be expected to preform a relaxing blowjob to help me unwind. Conventions can be so stressful.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Five
Cassie hadn’t thought it was really possible to make an entrance on a beach.
In the movies, it happened all the time: A beautiful woman would appear out of the foam complete with a sexy soundtrack. People would stop what they were doing to give the supermodel and her tiny bikini a lingering, 5-minute look. When Cassie saw that kind of scene in movies, she couldn’t help rolling her eyes and smirking.
Then that scene happened to her. Well, her and her three roommates. Walking down the beach in matching black bikinis, the four girls drew the attention of every person on the beach. From leering guys to frowning women, the entire beach watched the girls’ every move. To Cassie, all of those stares seemed to take place in slow motion. She could almost imagine the camera panning over her body.
“Let them look,” Danielle said. Cassie was startled by the comment. It was as if Danielle were reading her mind, but when she saw the nods from Alisha and Melinda, she realized that they were all thinking the same thing: Let them look. They looked amazing, and this was a time to relish the attention.
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Cassie felt that they all looked amazing because they all felt amazing. With their asses still warm from their wonderful early-morning spankings, the girls had finally been given some clothes to wear. Julia had handed them black bikinis with purple trim. The bottoms were wide enough to cover their red asses, but the tops seemed a size too small. The girls’ breasts were barely covered, and Cassie especially felt overexposed. Her already-round body just seemed to be bursting from her swimsuit.
But the girls had forgotten all about the skimpy bikinis when it came time to put on sunscreen. Julia and Kevin hadn’t allowed any of them to put it on themselves. No, Kevin reserved that right for himself, and he’d taken his time, savoring every moment. His hands had slid all over Cassie’s body, squeezing her ass, fondling her tits and firmly gripping her legs. He had done the same for all the girls — and Julia — and yet Cassie didn’t have a twinge of jealousy. Her body had been floating on air from the thorough groping.
And now here they were, on the white beach of Cancun, feeling like the most beautiful, desirable women in the world. They each carried something, whether it was blankets or a cooler, but each girl felt incredibly sexy. They moved down the beach ahead of Kevin and Julia like a team of secret agents. Their matching swimsuits and collars told everyone that they were special, perhaps in ways that the sunbathers knew only subconsciously.
“Here!” Julia said, and the girls stopped. The brunette snapped out orders, and within minutes, the girls had staked out and set up a spot with blankets and towels. Kevin said nothing and just looked out at the water. Cassie realized he didn’t even have to supervise; that was Julia’s job. In the short time she had been with the couple, Cassie had already noticed that Julia was Kevin’s voice when it came to the mundane things.
When the area was finished, Kevin gave it one glance and nodded his head in approval. Cassie felt a surge of pride in her small contribution to the preparations.
“How about we go out and enjoy the water?” Kevin asked. The girls nodded, knowing it wasn’t really a request.
He walked over to Cassie, and she felt her heart beat faster. Then he passed her and walked up to Alisha. He gripped her collar in his fingers and pulled her closer. Alisha’s eyes grew wide with fear until Kevin dipped his head down and kissed her.
No, Cassie realized, he didn’t kiss Alisha. He took her mouth. Right there on the beach, surrounded by his identical-swimsuit-wearing submissives, surrounded again by a crowd of jealous, disbelieving college students on break, Kevin took Alisha’s kisses as though he were fucking her. His other hand reached down and grabbed her ass. He pinned her to him as he took her mouth. Alisha closed her eyes and balled her hands into fists, obviously not sure whether she was allowed to grope back.
“Oh, my God,” Danielle whispered. Cassie nodded. Everyone was staring at the two kissing, and Cassie felt she would die if she were subjected to such a public display, but deep down, she couldn’t deny how badly she wanted to be Alisha right then. It was clear that this was how a dom kissed.
Kevin broke the kiss as abruptly as he’d started it. “Alisha, stay here and watch our things.”
“Yes, sir,” Alisha said. Cassie was amazed at the way Alisha’s breasts were heaving as she sucked in air. They were heaving just like they were supposed to in romance novels.
“Let’s go,” Kevin said. He took off to the water with Julia close behind. Cassie and the other girls ran to catch up with him, even when he ran straight into the water. The sudden shock of warm water sent shivers down Cassie’s spine, but with a few more steps, she was already acclimating to the water. It reminded her of how quickly she’d acclimated to the spanking.
Melinda swam beside her, and Cassie couldn’t believe how easily the brunette cut through the water. The muscles on the girl’s shoulders seem to bulge more when glistening with water. Cassie just felt fat next to her.
“I’m on the rowing team,” Melinda yelled, and Cassie blushed. “I hate how butch it makes me look. I wish I was woman-shaped like you.”
Like Cassie? It blew her mind. “No, you look great,” she said. The look of disbelief on Melinda’s face surprised Cassie and worried her a little. How in the world could someone as fit as Melinda hate her body?
After swimming a bit further out, Kevin finally stopped and treaded water. The group spread out a little, enjoying the sun and the wonderful blue water. The waves pushed them apart a bit, but Kevin seemed OK with it. Out here, everything seemed calmer. The sounds from the beach were muted by the constant gentle whisper of the wind and the low rolling sounds of the ocean.
Melinda came closer to Cassie. “Can you believe that kiss Alisha got?” Her eyes seemed hurt.
“Didn’t you get kisses like that last night?” Cassie asked.
“No,” Melinda said. “Well, a maybe a little. My mouth didn’t touch lips much last night.”
Cassie felt a surge of warmth go through her that nothing to do with the sun or the water. “What was it like? Was it hard?”
Melinda laughed. “It was terrifying. It was like being in a championship race. You go and push as hard as you can, just hoping you are doing good enough to win. I was too busy trying to do it right to really enjoy myself.”
Cassie moaned softly at the thought. “What do you mean do it right? They do all the work, right?”
Melinda laughed. “No, it’s their vacation. Oh, sure, they did the work of spanking me, pinching me and fucking me, but I also had to do things. And I’d never had sex with a woman before, so that was scary.”
Another tremor went through Cassie. “You mean you had to fuck Julia, too?”
“Cassie, take my hand,” Julia yelled. Cassie jumped, at first thinking that Julia had overheard her and now she was in trouble, but she saw that the older woman was a good distance away. Cassie turned and swam toward Julia, who had drifted apart from Kevin and Danielle. She reached out and grabbed Julia’s hand. She was surprised to find it shaking. Julia grabbed her hand and held on tight.
“Kevin prefers it out here,” Julia said.
“And you don’t?” Cassie asked. Julia, who up to this point had intimidated Cassie a bit, looked at her with barely concealed terror.
“I hate it this far out,” she said.
“Then why does Kevin make you come out here?” Cassie asked.
Julia’s fear was replaced with a flash of strength. “Because he likes to see me do it for him.”
A wave came and lifted them up. Julia let out a small shriek, and Kevin looked over at them and smiled. He turned around and kept talking to Danielle about something. It was clear he was in no hurry to go back to the beach.
Julia pulled Cassie closer to her, and Cassie could feel how fast her heart was beating. It amazed her. Julia was always so polished and aloof, but out here she was as terrified as Cassie had been since she got to Cancun. In the beautiful beach-paradise water, Julia was more scared than any dark leather dungeon could have made her. Cassie felt bad for Julia, as well as experiencing a sort of kinship she hadn’t thought she would have for the more experience submissive.
“I need a distraction,” Julia said.
“What do you have in –” was as far as Cassie got before Julia pulled her face close. Lips that tasted of the sea opened her mouth, and a cool tongue slipped inside.
Cassie froze at first, but the pure passion behind the kiss made her respond. She gave in to the kiss, responding with her tongue. The waves kept pushing at them, but Cassie held onto the frightened woman. She hadn’t felt a kiss like this since her first boyfriend. It made her feel not just wanted sexually but also needed personally. She was protecting Julia from her own fears, and if that took kissing, that was just a bonus.
As that thought crossed her mind, Cassie realized that she was enjoying the kiss. Julia was so forceful, but she felt so soft. Her body pressing against Cassie’s felt so different from the wiry guy’s bodies she was used to. Whereas guys usually towered over Cassie and engulfed her, Julia felt more like a twin. The water forced them to bounce constantly against one another. Cassie felt little electric shocks go down her body as their breasts, legs and hips kept touching and moving apart.
Their feet touched solid ground. Cassie saw that they had drifted in toward the beach. Several swimmers were openly gawking at them. She felt embarrassed and then angry. The kissing was awesome; who were these people to make her feel bad?
“Cassie, come back into the water,” Kevin yelled. “Julia, help Danielle get a better tan and send Alisha out.”
Cassie could see the relief on Julia’s face. The woman stepped away from Cassie without a second glance. Cassie felt she deserved at least a “thank you” but then realized that no thanks were needed. Being there to serve was a great reward in itself. She turned and swam back to Kevin with a big smile on her face.
To be continued.
In the movies, it happened all the time: A beautiful woman would appear out of the foam complete with a sexy soundtrack. People would stop what they were doing to give the supermodel and her tiny bikini a lingering, 5-minute look. When Cassie saw that kind of scene in movies, she couldn’t help rolling her eyes and smirking.
Then that scene happened to her. Well, her and her three roommates. Walking down the beach in matching black bikinis, the four girls drew the attention of every person on the beach. From leering guys to frowning women, the entire beach watched the girls’ every move. To Cassie, all of those stares seemed to take place in slow motion. She could almost imagine the camera panning over her body.
“Let them look,” Danielle said. Cassie was startled by the comment. It was as if Danielle were reading her mind, but when she saw the nods from Alisha and Melinda, she realized that they were all thinking the same thing: Let them look. They looked amazing, and this was a time to relish the attention.
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Cassie felt that they all looked amazing because they all felt amazing. With their asses still warm from their wonderful early-morning spankings, the girls had finally been given some clothes to wear. Julia had handed them black bikinis with purple trim. The bottoms were wide enough to cover their red asses, but the tops seemed a size too small. The girls’ breasts were barely covered, and Cassie especially felt overexposed. Her already-round body just seemed to be bursting from her swimsuit.
But the girls had forgotten all about the skimpy bikinis when it came time to put on sunscreen. Julia and Kevin hadn’t allowed any of them to put it on themselves. No, Kevin reserved that right for himself, and he’d taken his time, savoring every moment. His hands had slid all over Cassie’s body, squeezing her ass, fondling her tits and firmly gripping her legs. He had done the same for all the girls — and Julia — and yet Cassie didn’t have a twinge of jealousy. Her body had been floating on air from the thorough groping.
And now here they were, on the white beach of Cancun, feeling like the most beautiful, desirable women in the world. They each carried something, whether it was blankets or a cooler, but each girl felt incredibly sexy. They moved down the beach ahead of Kevin and Julia like a team of secret agents. Their matching swimsuits and collars told everyone that they were special, perhaps in ways that the sunbathers knew only subconsciously.
“Here!” Julia said, and the girls stopped. The brunette snapped out orders, and within minutes, the girls had staked out and set up a spot with blankets and towels. Kevin said nothing and just looked out at the water. Cassie realized he didn’t even have to supervise; that was Julia’s job. In the short time she had been with the couple, Cassie had already noticed that Julia was Kevin’s voice when it came to the mundane things.
When the area was finished, Kevin gave it one glance and nodded his head in approval. Cassie felt a surge of pride in her small contribution to the preparations.
“How about we go out and enjoy the water?” Kevin asked. The girls nodded, knowing it wasn’t really a request.
He walked over to Cassie, and she felt her heart beat faster. Then he passed her and walked up to Alisha. He gripped her collar in his fingers and pulled her closer. Alisha’s eyes grew wide with fear until Kevin dipped his head down and kissed her.
No, Cassie realized, he didn’t kiss Alisha. He took her mouth. Right there on the beach, surrounded by his identical-swimsuit-wearing submissives, surrounded again by a crowd of jealous, disbelieving college students on break, Kevin took Alisha’s kisses as though he were fucking her. His other hand reached down and grabbed her ass. He pinned her to him as he took her mouth. Alisha closed her eyes and balled her hands into fists, obviously not sure whether she was allowed to grope back.
“Oh, my God,” Danielle whispered. Cassie nodded. Everyone was staring at the two kissing, and Cassie felt she would die if she were subjected to such a public display, but deep down, she couldn’t deny how badly she wanted to be Alisha right then. It was clear that this was how a dom kissed.
Kevin broke the kiss as abruptly as he’d started it. “Alisha, stay here and watch our things.”
“Yes, sir,” Alisha said. Cassie was amazed at the way Alisha’s breasts were heaving as she sucked in air. They were heaving just like they were supposed to in romance novels.
“Let’s go,” Kevin said. He took off to the water with Julia close behind. Cassie and the other girls ran to catch up with him, even when he ran straight into the water. The sudden shock of warm water sent shivers down Cassie’s spine, but with a few more steps, she was already acclimating to the water. It reminded her of how quickly she’d acclimated to the spanking.
Melinda swam beside her, and Cassie couldn’t believe how easily the brunette cut through the water. The muscles on the girl’s shoulders seem to bulge more when glistening with water. Cassie just felt fat next to her.
“I’m on the rowing team,” Melinda yelled, and Cassie blushed. “I hate how butch it makes me look. I wish I was woman-shaped like you.”
Like Cassie? It blew her mind. “No, you look great,” she said. The look of disbelief on Melinda’s face surprised Cassie and worried her a little. How in the world could someone as fit as Melinda hate her body?
After swimming a bit further out, Kevin finally stopped and treaded water. The group spread out a little, enjoying the sun and the wonderful blue water. The waves pushed them apart a bit, but Kevin seemed OK with it. Out here, everything seemed calmer. The sounds from the beach were muted by the constant gentle whisper of the wind and the low rolling sounds of the ocean.
Melinda came closer to Cassie. “Can you believe that kiss Alisha got?” Her eyes seemed hurt.
“Didn’t you get kisses like that last night?” Cassie asked.
“No,” Melinda said. “Well, a maybe a little. My mouth didn’t touch lips much last night.”
Cassie felt a surge of warmth go through her that nothing to do with the sun or the water. “What was it like? Was it hard?”
Melinda laughed. “It was terrifying. It was like being in a championship race. You go and push as hard as you can, just hoping you are doing good enough to win. I was too busy trying to do it right to really enjoy myself.”
Cassie moaned softly at the thought. “What do you mean do it right? They do all the work, right?”
Melinda laughed. “No, it’s their vacation. Oh, sure, they did the work of spanking me, pinching me and fucking me, but I also had to do things. And I’d never had sex with a woman before, so that was scary.”
Another tremor went through Cassie. “You mean you had to fuck Julia, too?”
“Cassie, take my hand,” Julia yelled. Cassie jumped, at first thinking that Julia had overheard her and now she was in trouble, but she saw that the older woman was a good distance away. Cassie turned and swam toward Julia, who had drifted apart from Kevin and Danielle. She reached out and grabbed Julia’s hand. She was surprised to find it shaking. Julia grabbed her hand and held on tight.
“Kevin prefers it out here,” Julia said.
“And you don’t?” Cassie asked. Julia, who up to this point had intimidated Cassie a bit, looked at her with barely concealed terror.
“I hate it this far out,” she said.
“Then why does Kevin make you come out here?” Cassie asked.
Julia’s fear was replaced with a flash of strength. “Because he likes to see me do it for him.”
A wave came and lifted them up. Julia let out a small shriek, and Kevin looked over at them and smiled. He turned around and kept talking to Danielle about something. It was clear he was in no hurry to go back to the beach.
Julia pulled Cassie closer to her, and Cassie could feel how fast her heart was beating. It amazed her. Julia was always so polished and aloof, but out here she was as terrified as Cassie had been since she got to Cancun. In the beautiful beach-paradise water, Julia was more scared than any dark leather dungeon could have made her. Cassie felt bad for Julia, as well as experiencing a sort of kinship she hadn’t thought she would have for the more experience submissive.
“I need a distraction,” Julia said.
“What do you have in –” was as far as Cassie got before Julia pulled her face close. Lips that tasted of the sea opened her mouth, and a cool tongue slipped inside.
Cassie froze at first, but the pure passion behind the kiss made her respond. She gave in to the kiss, responding with her tongue. The waves kept pushing at them, but Cassie held onto the frightened woman. She hadn’t felt a kiss like this since her first boyfriend. It made her feel not just wanted sexually but also needed personally. She was protecting Julia from her own fears, and if that took kissing, that was just a bonus.
As that thought crossed her mind, Cassie realized that she was enjoying the kiss. Julia was so forceful, but she felt so soft. Her body pressing against Cassie’s felt so different from the wiry guy’s bodies she was used to. Whereas guys usually towered over Cassie and engulfed her, Julia felt more like a twin. The water forced them to bounce constantly against one another. Cassie felt little electric shocks go down her body as their breasts, legs and hips kept touching and moving apart.
Their feet touched solid ground. Cassie saw that they had drifted in toward the beach. Several swimmers were openly gawking at them. She felt embarrassed and then angry. The kissing was awesome; who were these people to make her feel bad?
“Cassie, come back into the water,” Kevin yelled. “Julia, help Danielle get a better tan and send Alisha out.”
Cassie could see the relief on Julia’s face. The woman stepped away from Cassie without a second glance. Cassie felt she deserved at least a “thank you” but then realized that no thanks were needed. Being there to serve was a great reward in itself. She turned and swam back to Kevin with a big smile on her face.
To be continued.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Treasure Chest of Fun
For Valentine's Day, my lovely wife got me this wonderful little treasure chest for my BDSM stuff.
As you can see, it's rather sparse inside at the moment.
Just some rope, some restraints, a mirror, a handsome devil,
Some books, lots of paddles, safety scissors, duct tape and a water bowl for bad submissives,
But at least I have this wonderful 'What Would A Pirate Do?' spinning wheel that Wordslut gave me. Arrggg, it's the perfect inspiration for every time I open the chest.
So, I've showed you mine. Are you going to show me what's in your toybox?
As you can see, it's rather sparse inside at the moment.
Just some rope, some restraints, a mirror, a handsome devil,
Some books, lots of paddles, safety scissors, duct tape and a water bowl for bad submissives,
But at least I have this wonderful 'What Would A Pirate Do?' spinning wheel that Wordslut gave me. Arrggg, it's the perfect inspiration for every time I open the chest.
So, I've showed you mine. Are you going to show me what's in your toybox?
Monday, March 19, 2007
Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Four
Cassie was dreaming. Kevin was behind her, and he had a hand on her hips. His own hips ground against her bottom, fucking her, yet she couldn’t feel his cock. His mouth was inches from her ear, telling her how she was the best submissive of them all and how he wanted to take her back home with him. Cassie wanted to respond, but somehow she wasn’t able to say anything.
The dream slipped away, and she opened her eyes. The sound of the ocean called her out of her sleepy mental state. The Caribbean heat soaked through the thin cotton sheet and warmed her body. She focused on Alisha’s sleeping body on the bed opposite, one breast revealed by naughty sheets. Cassie admired the contrast of Alisha’s dark skin on the white sheets, and for one sleepy moment, she wished her skin were some deep color like green or purple or red.
That was when she realized that she could still feel Kevin grinding against her ass. Had he sneaked into bed with her? Had he assaulted her sleeping body? How cool would that be?
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“More,” Danielle moaned behind her.
Cassie jumped out of bed. Danielle sat up with a jolt, her eyes wide and disoriented. Across the room, Alisha awoke with a startled cry at the commotion.
“What the hell?” Alisha said.
Cassie reached behind herself and touched her ass. It was wet and sticky. Still half awake, she tasted her fingers. Yep, that was pussy.
“Danielle was humping me,” Cassie said.
Alisha burst out laughing. “Don’t forget the rules, Danielle: No other boys or girls.”
Danielle scowled and pulled the sheets around her naked body. “I was having a hot dream. And it was about a guy!”
Cassie felt bad for embarrassing Danielle and sat back down on the bed. “It’s all right, I was having wet dreams, too.”
Danielle buried her face in her hands. Despite her bedmate’s usually haughty attitude, Cassie felt a strange urge to comfort her.
“Shit, why didn’t you girls masturbate?” Alisha asked.
Danielle looked at her. “There’s nowhere to do that! Well, I could have gone to the bathroom, but I was too tired.”
Alisha laughed. “Bathroom? I did it right here in bed.”
Cassie felt a thrill go through her as she thought of the sex show she had missed.
Julia walked into their bedroom. All three girls tensed as she looked at them. She was wearing a black swimsuit, and she had a red handprint on her face. Cassie stared at the handprint, imagining Kevin’s hand delivering that slap.
“Good, you’re all awake,” Julia said. “Come out to the deck. What are you waiting for? Now!”
Cassie was the first girl out and not because Julia had yelled at them. She was rushing because she wanted to see what Kevin had planned for them. If it was a chore, she swore to herself that she would do it with a big smile and a bounce in her step. She was not going to spend another night listening to Kevin fuck someone else!
The deck was a wide area facing the beach. A wooden rail lined the deck, and Melinda was up against the rail, bent over with her ass facing Kevin. Blue bruises covered her ass, new marks that clearly had happened last night.
Kevin was wearing a pair of blue swim trunks and nothing else. His curly black hair was somehow even messier than yesterday. In his right hand, he had a red ping-pong paddle, and Cassie almost clapped her hands in joy.
“Up against the rail, bent over like Melinda,” he said.
Cassie nodded and did as he asked. She bent over the rail and used her arms to support herself. The beach was laid out in front of her, and already she could see people laying out in the morning sun. The water was a bright blue that she couldn’t stop marveling at. It shimmered like a sapphire. She couldn’t wait to get into the water. Well, she could wait if it meant she’d be getting her first spanking.
Alisha bent over beside Cassie while Danielle took a position to the other side of Melinda. Cassie tried to imagine what they all must look like to anyone on the beach. All the tourists had to do is turn around with binoculars to see four naked gals flashing their tits to the world.
“Just so you ladies know, we will be doing this every morning,” Kevin said. “In fact, I want you out here bent over and waiting for me every morning. Those who are late will be left at home. Am I understood?”
“Yes, sir,” they all said.
“Good,” Kevin said. “Keep your eyes forward.”
Cassie obeyed. She kept looking at the beach. Sailboats were in the distance, and she wondered if someone was looking at her right now through some telescope.
A loud SMACK was followed by Danielle’s cry of “ouch!” Cassie wanted to turn and look, but she kept her eyes on the beach. She wanted to see Kevin deliver the spankings, but instead, she watched nearly naked people walk down the beach.
Smack after smack rained just feet away Cassie and her poor neglected ass. Danielle must have been the one being spanked because she never stopped crying out. Every blow sparked a shriek from Danielle as if her ass was being burned alive.
Or at least that’s how Cassie wished it felt. She wasn’t sure. Her parents had never spanked her. Once, she’d told a boyfriend to spank her ass, and he’d gave her a few halfhearted taps. It certainly wasn’t the cleansing pain she had read about. Everyone described spanking differently, and Cassie wanted to feel every variation.
The spanking stopped. Danielle’s ragged breathing could be heard over the ocean’s rumblings. Cassie’s heart thumped in sync with the sounds of Kevin’s footsteps on the deck. Logically, she expected Melinda to be spanked next, but maybe he would skip her and spank Cassie next. That would be fair, wouldn’t it?
“Oh, God,” Alisha moaned beside her. A loud SMACK confirmed Cassie’s worst fear. He had skipped Melinda, but he’d also skipped Cassie. Alisha’s ass was next.
Cassie kept her head up while Alisha was spanked beside her. The paddle smacked Alisha’s ass rapidly, each blow a loud reminder that Cassie wasn’t receiving those lovely taps. First, Alisha had sneaked an orgasm in bed, and now she was getting spanked before Cassie.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Alisha groaned. Instead of sympathy, Cassie felt only jealousy. One rather loud smack sent Alisha lurching forward. Cassie was shocked when Alisha put a hand on top of hers for support. The spanking continued, but now, Alisha was squeezing Cassie’s hand. Her fingers tightened around Cassie’s, tighter and tighter as the spanking got faster. Cassie could feel the intensity of the spanking through Alisha’s grip. It was a poor substitute for the real thing, but Cassie was taking what she could get.
The spanking stopped. As if she were embarrassed, Alisha moved her hand off Cassie’s. Cassie felt a sense of loss, although she couldn’t really explain why.
Kevin walked behind them. Cassie prayed she would be next. She wanted it so badly. They hadn’t been forbidden from speaking, but somehow it didn’t seem right to ask. She wanted the spanking to be given against her will no matter how willing she was.
The paddle touched her right cheek. A sob came out of her throat out of sheer need. Before she could analyze her involuntary sob, the paddle moved away. The air whistled almost in slow motion before Cassie felt the paddle land hard on her left cheek.
It was a sting, warm and wonderful. Her butt cheek became a sexual organ with a single tap. She became hyper-aware of everything: the color of the water, the coolness of the breeze, the harshness of the rail under her hand. She felt alive.
She had a second to savor it before another paddle blow landed on her right cheek. Another second of pleasure later, the paddle returned to the left side. Back and forth the paddle struck, and the heat in her ass grew like the rising sun over the beach. It wasn’t quite pain she felt as much as it was an increasing sensitivity that affected her whole body. Each tap on her ass made her nipples harder, her eyes tear and her pussy get so very wet. Kevin’s paddle was dominating her entire body.
It stopped. Cassie almost protested, but no words came out. Kevin walked away, but the sensations he had planted in her ass remained. It was strange: Without the distraction of the paddling, it was as though Cassie was just now starting to feel the heat he had built. Her ass had stung during the spanking, but now it just burned. The burn was fading, but oh, so very slowly. Her lips moved in silent whimpers. She wished both that the pain would go away and that the pain would never leave her.
Distantly, as if from a mile away, she heard Melinda get spanked. She heard the girl’s grunts and felt the rail shake as Melinda clenched it, but it barely registered. Cassie was still savoring her own experience, trying to recall the rhythm in which she had been spanked and the way the texture of the paddle felt on her ass. It had happened just a moment ago, but it already felt like something that had happened too long ago.
“Everyone stand up and face me,” Kevin said.
Cassie stood up and groaned as new discomforts radiated from her ass. The other girls were groaning as well. Danielle kept rubbing her ass. Alisha was trying to look at hers, craning her neck to see if she had been marked. Melinda just moved back and forth on her feet, shifting her weight as if she could somehow work the pain out of her ass.
“Let’s grab some breakfast,” Kevin said. “I want to hit the beach within the hour.”
To be continued.
The dream slipped away, and she opened her eyes. The sound of the ocean called her out of her sleepy mental state. The Caribbean heat soaked through the thin cotton sheet and warmed her body. She focused on Alisha’s sleeping body on the bed opposite, one breast revealed by naughty sheets. Cassie admired the contrast of Alisha’s dark skin on the white sheets, and for one sleepy moment, she wished her skin were some deep color like green or purple or red.
That was when she realized that she could still feel Kevin grinding against her ass. Had he sneaked into bed with her? Had he assaulted her sleeping body? How cool would that be?
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“More,” Danielle moaned behind her.
Cassie jumped out of bed. Danielle sat up with a jolt, her eyes wide and disoriented. Across the room, Alisha awoke with a startled cry at the commotion.
“What the hell?” Alisha said.
Cassie reached behind herself and touched her ass. It was wet and sticky. Still half awake, she tasted her fingers. Yep, that was pussy.
“Danielle was humping me,” Cassie said.
Alisha burst out laughing. “Don’t forget the rules, Danielle: No other boys or girls.”
Danielle scowled and pulled the sheets around her naked body. “I was having a hot dream. And it was about a guy!”
Cassie felt bad for embarrassing Danielle and sat back down on the bed. “It’s all right, I was having wet dreams, too.”
Danielle buried her face in her hands. Despite her bedmate’s usually haughty attitude, Cassie felt a strange urge to comfort her.
“Shit, why didn’t you girls masturbate?” Alisha asked.
Danielle looked at her. “There’s nowhere to do that! Well, I could have gone to the bathroom, but I was too tired.”
Alisha laughed. “Bathroom? I did it right here in bed.”
Cassie felt a thrill go through her as she thought of the sex show she had missed.
Julia walked into their bedroom. All three girls tensed as she looked at them. She was wearing a black swimsuit, and she had a red handprint on her face. Cassie stared at the handprint, imagining Kevin’s hand delivering that slap.
“Good, you’re all awake,” Julia said. “Come out to the deck. What are you waiting for? Now!”
Cassie was the first girl out and not because Julia had yelled at them. She was rushing because she wanted to see what Kevin had planned for them. If it was a chore, she swore to herself that she would do it with a big smile and a bounce in her step. She was not going to spend another night listening to Kevin fuck someone else!
The deck was a wide area facing the beach. A wooden rail lined the deck, and Melinda was up against the rail, bent over with her ass facing Kevin. Blue bruises covered her ass, new marks that clearly had happened last night.
Kevin was wearing a pair of blue swim trunks and nothing else. His curly black hair was somehow even messier than yesterday. In his right hand, he had a red ping-pong paddle, and Cassie almost clapped her hands in joy.
“Up against the rail, bent over like Melinda,” he said.
Cassie nodded and did as he asked. She bent over the rail and used her arms to support herself. The beach was laid out in front of her, and already she could see people laying out in the morning sun. The water was a bright blue that she couldn’t stop marveling at. It shimmered like a sapphire. She couldn’t wait to get into the water. Well, she could wait if it meant she’d be getting her first spanking.
Alisha bent over beside Cassie while Danielle took a position to the other side of Melinda. Cassie tried to imagine what they all must look like to anyone on the beach. All the tourists had to do is turn around with binoculars to see four naked gals flashing their tits to the world.
“Just so you ladies know, we will be doing this every morning,” Kevin said. “In fact, I want you out here bent over and waiting for me every morning. Those who are late will be left at home. Am I understood?”
“Yes, sir,” they all said.
“Good,” Kevin said. “Keep your eyes forward.”
Cassie obeyed. She kept looking at the beach. Sailboats were in the distance, and she wondered if someone was looking at her right now through some telescope.
A loud SMACK was followed by Danielle’s cry of “ouch!” Cassie wanted to turn and look, but she kept her eyes on the beach. She wanted to see Kevin deliver the spankings, but instead, she watched nearly naked people walk down the beach.
Smack after smack rained just feet away Cassie and her poor neglected ass. Danielle must have been the one being spanked because she never stopped crying out. Every blow sparked a shriek from Danielle as if her ass was being burned alive.
Or at least that’s how Cassie wished it felt. She wasn’t sure. Her parents had never spanked her. Once, she’d told a boyfriend to spank her ass, and he’d gave her a few halfhearted taps. It certainly wasn’t the cleansing pain she had read about. Everyone described spanking differently, and Cassie wanted to feel every variation.
The spanking stopped. Danielle’s ragged breathing could be heard over the ocean’s rumblings. Cassie’s heart thumped in sync with the sounds of Kevin’s footsteps on the deck. Logically, she expected Melinda to be spanked next, but maybe he would skip her and spank Cassie next. That would be fair, wouldn’t it?
“Oh, God,” Alisha moaned beside her. A loud SMACK confirmed Cassie’s worst fear. He had skipped Melinda, but he’d also skipped Cassie. Alisha’s ass was next.
Cassie kept her head up while Alisha was spanked beside her. The paddle smacked Alisha’s ass rapidly, each blow a loud reminder that Cassie wasn’t receiving those lovely taps. First, Alisha had sneaked an orgasm in bed, and now she was getting spanked before Cassie.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Alisha groaned. Instead of sympathy, Cassie felt only jealousy. One rather loud smack sent Alisha lurching forward. Cassie was shocked when Alisha put a hand on top of hers for support. The spanking continued, but now, Alisha was squeezing Cassie’s hand. Her fingers tightened around Cassie’s, tighter and tighter as the spanking got faster. Cassie could feel the intensity of the spanking through Alisha’s grip. It was a poor substitute for the real thing, but Cassie was taking what she could get.
The spanking stopped. As if she were embarrassed, Alisha moved her hand off Cassie’s. Cassie felt a sense of loss, although she couldn’t really explain why.
Kevin walked behind them. Cassie prayed she would be next. She wanted it so badly. They hadn’t been forbidden from speaking, but somehow it didn’t seem right to ask. She wanted the spanking to be given against her will no matter how willing she was.
The paddle touched her right cheek. A sob came out of her throat out of sheer need. Before she could analyze her involuntary sob, the paddle moved away. The air whistled almost in slow motion before Cassie felt the paddle land hard on her left cheek.
It was a sting, warm and wonderful. Her butt cheek became a sexual organ with a single tap. She became hyper-aware of everything: the color of the water, the coolness of the breeze, the harshness of the rail under her hand. She felt alive.
She had a second to savor it before another paddle blow landed on her right cheek. Another second of pleasure later, the paddle returned to the left side. Back and forth the paddle struck, and the heat in her ass grew like the rising sun over the beach. It wasn’t quite pain she felt as much as it was an increasing sensitivity that affected her whole body. Each tap on her ass made her nipples harder, her eyes tear and her pussy get so very wet. Kevin’s paddle was dominating her entire body.
It stopped. Cassie almost protested, but no words came out. Kevin walked away, but the sensations he had planted in her ass remained. It was strange: Without the distraction of the paddling, it was as though Cassie was just now starting to feel the heat he had built. Her ass had stung during the spanking, but now it just burned. The burn was fading, but oh, so very slowly. Her lips moved in silent whimpers. She wished both that the pain would go away and that the pain would never leave her.
Distantly, as if from a mile away, she heard Melinda get spanked. She heard the girl’s grunts and felt the rail shake as Melinda clenched it, but it barely registered. Cassie was still savoring her own experience, trying to recall the rhythm in which she had been spanked and the way the texture of the paddle felt on her ass. It had happened just a moment ago, but it already felt like something that had happened too long ago.
“Everyone stand up and face me,” Kevin said.
Cassie stood up and groaned as new discomforts radiated from her ass. The other girls were groaning as well. Danielle kept rubbing her ass. Alisha was trying to look at hers, craning her neck to see if she had been marked. Melinda just moved back and forth on her feet, shifting her weight as if she could somehow work the pain out of her ass.
“Let’s grab some breakfast,” Kevin said. “I want to hit the beach within the hour.”
To be continued.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Cell Phone Slave
I have very deep feelings about this story. I was in the death throes of a bad relationship, feeling miserable and just wanting to write something to take my mind from it. Amaya became an ideal I wish I was dating instead of the fucked up relationship I was in. A curvy geeky submissive with negligent parents, Amaya was a mix of all the best qualities from the submissives I had known.
When I started 'Cell Phone Slave', I intended it to be the novella that I tried to get published. This was before my major anxiety attacks when I thought I could still take over the world. I poured my heart in this story because I thought it was my one big mainstream shot. Part way through, I stopped caring about that. Too much of me was in the story and I couldn't see myself compromising on any part of it. This is the story that made me realize how little I wanted to be successful in comparison to telling the story I wanted to tell.
Towards the end of writing this story, I met one of the great loves of my life. She was a submissive like no other. Smart, strong willed, funny and oh my god sexy. I finished Amaya's tale a bit more objectively than I probably would have if I was still missing a submissive in my life. Because of this, the ending is just the way it should be.
Then something odd happened. I knew it was a good story, but it seemed like a waste to put it on the newsgroups I was frequenting. Newsgroup readers are a fickle lot and it seemed like the more established a writer was, the less they would read him. I knew it wasn't long enough to be published so I was stuck. I held onto it, not really sure what to do it with it.
Years later, I had full blown anxiety breakdowns. I wasn't writing. I sure as hell was a dom to anyone. My wife was looking at me like maybe we should divorce and I felt pretty low. I had started a blog but didn't really have a focus or regular posts. My birthday rolled around and I was feeling pretty low. I decided to post 'Cell Phone Slave' as a way to personally celebrate a period when I used to be so much better. It was a personal taunt, something to provoke me to get back to that level.
Man, I was not ready for readers to like it. They fucking loved it. I loved that they loved it. I got e-mails with so many questions from people. There are so many Amayas in the world and even if I can't be their Wesley, I can let them know that they are not the odd unique freaks they think they are. Wordslut offered to edit them and with her help I fixed the fraternity chapter which always bothered me. I made a lot of blogger friends who made me feel less of a freak myself. It was invigorating. I felt like a dom and a writer again.
Cell Phone Slave Part One
Cell Phone Slave Part Two
Cell Phone Slave Part Three
Cell Phone Slave Part Four
Cell Phone Slave Part Five
Cell Phone Slave Part Six
Cell Phone Slave Part Seven
Cell Phone Slave Part Eight
Cell Phone Slave Part Nine
Cell Phone Slave Part Ten
Cell Phone Slave Part Eleven
Cell Phone Slave Part Twelve
Cell Phone Slave Part Thirteen
Cell Phone Slave Part Fourteen
BDSM Beach
For months this story was in my work file as "Spring Break Story". Literally the day before I posted the first preview, I realized I still didn't have a title. Wordslut suggested 'BDSM Beach' and I was struck by how un-subtle that was. I love fancy titles but I have a fondness for the ones that say "Look, it's a story about the beach and a lot of BDSM stuff. You interested?"
BDSM Beach Preview One
BDSM Beach Preview Part Two Weirdly enough, this post had one of my biggest record number of web hits despite zero comments. I think it was because I caught every naughty search word with this post.
The Actual Story
BDSM Beach Part One
BDSM Beach Part Two
BDSM Beach Part Three
BDSM Beach Part Four
BDSM Beach Part Five
BDSM Beach Part Six
BDSM Beach Part Seven
BDSM Beach Part Eight
BDSM Beach Part Nine
BDSM Beach Part Ten
BDSM Beach Part Eleven
BDSM Beach Part Twelve
BDSM Beach Part Thirteen
Friday, March 16, 2007
Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Three
Cassie fell into bed exhausted. Her limbs ached and her back hurt in places that she had never felt before. The sheets were simple cotton, but to her worn-out body, it was the softest of fabrics. Beside her, Danielle fell into the double bed with the same groan of relief.
“I can’t fucking believe I came to Cancun to mop floors,” she bitched.
Alisha was lying in the other double bed opposite Cassie and Danielle’s. The girl groaned as she rolled over to her side and looked at her two roommates. Cassie watched as Alisha twice started to say something and twice stopped herself. Outside their window, the girls could hear the crashing sounds of the ocean. Finally, Alisha said what was on her mind.
“I have to agree. Julia made me start over with the cooking twice before she let me finish those steaks. I didn’t sign up for this just to be a cook.”
Danielle tried to sit up and failed. “Ouch! We didn’t even get to go outside! We spent the whole time cleaning, cooking and scrubbing!”
“It’s like he just wanted free maids,” Alisha said.
The sound of bedsprings creaking echoed through the floor. The walls shook. Upstairs, Kevin and Julia were fucking the hell out of Melinda. The girls couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but they could hear that a vigorous threesome was occurring and they weren’t a part of it.
“Melinda figured out a way to get some,” Cassie said.
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“That’s the most you’ve said all day,” Danielle snapped. “I thought you were mute or something.”
“Mutes can’t speak at all,” Alisha said. “Cassie’s just shy.”
“Yeah,” Cassie said, although she didn’t think it was true. She was the clown in her circle of friends, and she’d asked her last boyfriend out instead of waiting for him to make a move. Why was she so shy now when this was supposed to be the thing she always dreamed about?
“What did Melinda do better than the rest of us?” Alisha asked.
Danielle snorted. “She had an easy job. She just had to do laundry. And I noticed she didn’t wash any of our clothes. All she had to do was wash and iron Kevin’s and Julia’s clothes.”
The girls paused as a long, sensuous moan crawled down to their room from downstairs.
“I nearly screamed when Kevin invited her to his bedroom,” Alisha said.
“Screamed?” Danielle sneered. “Kevin’s not worth screaming about. He had four willing girls all day long, and all he did was make us do chores! What kind of weirdo does that?”
“It’s to teach us humility,” Cassie said. She blushed as the other girls looked at her. The idea seemed so foreign to them that she was embarrassed to have known about it.
“How do you know that?” Alisha asked.
“It’s … it’s what happens in stories,” Cassie said. “You know, the subs always have to do humiliating things that don’t involve sex. It’s to test whether they are really submissive and willing to do anything, no matter if it interests them or not.”
Alisha’s eyes lit up. “Oh, cool! So this was like a test of our obedience! I bet Melinda was the best, like she did her chores with a smile.”
Danielle wasn’t convinced. “You can’t test our obedience by boring us! If he’d asked me to do anything, I would have done it. I’ve never turned down a boyfriend’s request for anything.”
Looking at Danielle and her long thin body and straight blond hair, Cassie had a feeling that boys had no problem coming up with things for Danielle to do.
“The boredom is the test,” Cassie said. “It also makes you more grateful for the sex you do get because you know the alternative is doing more dishes.”
“Fuck me!” Melinda screamed from upstairs.
The girls looked at one another and then burst into giggles.
“I guess you’re right,” Alisha said. “Where did you learn all this? I never picked this sort of thing up reading blogs.”
Before Cassie could answer, Danielle interrupted. “What’s a blog?”
“It’s an online journal,” Alisha said. “I keep one about my submissive fantasies. I am going to blog this whole trip. It’s going to make an awesome post!”
“You’re not going to tell everyone about what I do!” Danielle snapped. Cassie was curious about Danielle’s genuine fear. Cassie didn’t think a pretty girl like Danielle would fear anything.
“Don’t worry,” Alisha said. “I’ll give everyone pseudonyms. Nobody who blogs uses real names. It’s all anonymous. It’s how we can express our true selves, because we know we can do it without shame.”
“So you tell true stories without ever saying who you really are?” Danielle asked.
Alisha seemed uncertain. “Yes. Kind of. Umm, Cassie, you were going to tell us how you knew about the chores.”
The creaking of the bedsprings upstairs picked up in pace. The girls couldn’t help imagining how frenzied the fucking must be. Underneath the covers Cassie and Danielle shared, Cassie could feel Danielle’s thighs parting.
“Well, it’s just stuff I’ve read in stories,” Cassie said. “It comes up a lot. Submission isn’t all about great sex and spankings and stuff. It’s about giving up control and doing things you don’t want just to please your dom.”
“But I could please him in much better ways than just cleaning floors!” Danielle snapped.
“Not really,” Cassie said. “Doms aren’t guys who just want to have kinky sex. They have to have control. They want to know you’ll suffer for them just because they say so.”’
“She’s right,” Alisha said. “A lot of the dom blogs I read talk about that. I should have remembered it myself. Doms are control freaks. One dom took down his blog just because his ex-girlfriend left some comments he didn’t like. He would rather shut everything down than not be in control.”
Danielle laid back in bed and sighed. “This BDSM stuff is complicated.”
Upstairs, Melinda started screaming “Ow, ow, ow, ow.” Cassie wondered what delicious torment Melinda was suffering. Was it a spanking? Some sort of rough bondage? Cassie hoped it was teeth; Julia and Kevin both biting down on Melinda’s nipples. Just like they were going to do to Cassie one night.
“Right now it seems to be pretty simple for Melinda,” Alisha said. “Nothing for us to do except try to get some sleep.”
“Can you get the light?” Danielle said.
Alisha groaned.
“I’ll do it,” Cassie said. She pulled her exhausted body out of bed and walked over to the light switch. The small bedroom seemed so large when every step hurt.
Turning off the light plunged the room into a blue kind of darkness. The moon peeked through the open window, making the sheets glow. Cassie walked back to the bed she shared with Danielle and slipped under the covers. Their naked skin touched briefly before Danielle scooted away. Cassie sighed. The moving away felt like a rejection, especially with the loud sex that was occurring without her upstairs.
“Goodnight,” Alisha said, and the rejection lessened just a little.
“Goodnight,” Cassie said.
“ ’Night,” Danielle said, a little quieter than the others, but Cassie appreciated it.
“Oh, God!” Melinda screamed upstairs.
To be continued,
“I can’t fucking believe I came to Cancun to mop floors,” she bitched.
Alisha was lying in the other double bed opposite Cassie and Danielle’s. The girl groaned as she rolled over to her side and looked at her two roommates. Cassie watched as Alisha twice started to say something and twice stopped herself. Outside their window, the girls could hear the crashing sounds of the ocean. Finally, Alisha said what was on her mind.
“I have to agree. Julia made me start over with the cooking twice before she let me finish those steaks. I didn’t sign up for this just to be a cook.”
Danielle tried to sit up and failed. “Ouch! We didn’t even get to go outside! We spent the whole time cleaning, cooking and scrubbing!”
“It’s like he just wanted free maids,” Alisha said.
The sound of bedsprings creaking echoed through the floor. The walls shook. Upstairs, Kevin and Julia were fucking the hell out of Melinda. The girls couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but they could hear that a vigorous threesome was occurring and they weren’t a part of it.
“Melinda figured out a way to get some,” Cassie said.
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“That’s the most you’ve said all day,” Danielle snapped. “I thought you were mute or something.”
“Mutes can’t speak at all,” Alisha said. “Cassie’s just shy.”
“Yeah,” Cassie said, although she didn’t think it was true. She was the clown in her circle of friends, and she’d asked her last boyfriend out instead of waiting for him to make a move. Why was she so shy now when this was supposed to be the thing she always dreamed about?
“What did Melinda do better than the rest of us?” Alisha asked.
Danielle snorted. “She had an easy job. She just had to do laundry. And I noticed she didn’t wash any of our clothes. All she had to do was wash and iron Kevin’s and Julia’s clothes.”
The girls paused as a long, sensuous moan crawled down to their room from downstairs.
“I nearly screamed when Kevin invited her to his bedroom,” Alisha said.
“Screamed?” Danielle sneered. “Kevin’s not worth screaming about. He had four willing girls all day long, and all he did was make us do chores! What kind of weirdo does that?”
“It’s to teach us humility,” Cassie said. She blushed as the other girls looked at her. The idea seemed so foreign to them that she was embarrassed to have known about it.
“How do you know that?” Alisha asked.
“It’s … it’s what happens in stories,” Cassie said. “You know, the subs always have to do humiliating things that don’t involve sex. It’s to test whether they are really submissive and willing to do anything, no matter if it interests them or not.”
Alisha’s eyes lit up. “Oh, cool! So this was like a test of our obedience! I bet Melinda was the best, like she did her chores with a smile.”
Danielle wasn’t convinced. “You can’t test our obedience by boring us! If he’d asked me to do anything, I would have done it. I’ve never turned down a boyfriend’s request for anything.”
Looking at Danielle and her long thin body and straight blond hair, Cassie had a feeling that boys had no problem coming up with things for Danielle to do.
“The boredom is the test,” Cassie said. “It also makes you more grateful for the sex you do get because you know the alternative is doing more dishes.”
“Fuck me!” Melinda screamed from upstairs.
The girls looked at one another and then burst into giggles.
“I guess you’re right,” Alisha said. “Where did you learn all this? I never picked this sort of thing up reading blogs.”
Before Cassie could answer, Danielle interrupted. “What’s a blog?”
“It’s an online journal,” Alisha said. “I keep one about my submissive fantasies. I am going to blog this whole trip. It’s going to make an awesome post!”
“You’re not going to tell everyone about what I do!” Danielle snapped. Cassie was curious about Danielle’s genuine fear. Cassie didn’t think a pretty girl like Danielle would fear anything.
“Don’t worry,” Alisha said. “I’ll give everyone pseudonyms. Nobody who blogs uses real names. It’s all anonymous. It’s how we can express our true selves, because we know we can do it without shame.”
“So you tell true stories without ever saying who you really are?” Danielle asked.
Alisha seemed uncertain. “Yes. Kind of. Umm, Cassie, you were going to tell us how you knew about the chores.”
The creaking of the bedsprings upstairs picked up in pace. The girls couldn’t help imagining how frenzied the fucking must be. Underneath the covers Cassie and Danielle shared, Cassie could feel Danielle’s thighs parting.
“Well, it’s just stuff I’ve read in stories,” Cassie said. “It comes up a lot. Submission isn’t all about great sex and spankings and stuff. It’s about giving up control and doing things you don’t want just to please your dom.”
“But I could please him in much better ways than just cleaning floors!” Danielle snapped.
“Not really,” Cassie said. “Doms aren’t guys who just want to have kinky sex. They have to have control. They want to know you’ll suffer for them just because they say so.”’
“She’s right,” Alisha said. “A lot of the dom blogs I read talk about that. I should have remembered it myself. Doms are control freaks. One dom took down his blog just because his ex-girlfriend left some comments he didn’t like. He would rather shut everything down than not be in control.”
Danielle laid back in bed and sighed. “This BDSM stuff is complicated.”
Upstairs, Melinda started screaming “Ow, ow, ow, ow.” Cassie wondered what delicious torment Melinda was suffering. Was it a spanking? Some sort of rough bondage? Cassie hoped it was teeth; Julia and Kevin both biting down on Melinda’s nipples. Just like they were going to do to Cassie one night.
“Right now it seems to be pretty simple for Melinda,” Alisha said. “Nothing for us to do except try to get some sleep.”
“Can you get the light?” Danielle said.
Alisha groaned.
“I’ll do it,” Cassie said. She pulled her exhausted body out of bed and walked over to the light switch. The small bedroom seemed so large when every step hurt.
Turning off the light plunged the room into a blue kind of darkness. The moon peeked through the open window, making the sheets glow. Cassie walked back to the bed she shared with Danielle and slipped under the covers. Their naked skin touched briefly before Danielle scooted away. Cassie sighed. The moving away felt like a rejection, especially with the loud sex that was occurring without her upstairs.
“Goodnight,” Alisha said, and the rejection lessened just a little.
“Goodnight,” Cassie said.
“ ’Night,” Danielle said, a little quieter than the others, but Cassie appreciated it.
“Oh, God!” Melinda screamed upstairs.
To be continued,
Thursday, March 15, 2007
The Oracle of the Pond
On the sidewalk that curves like some men's cocks,
Past where the right thinking people live,
Through the part where you have to click Whole Post,
Into the pubic hair like shrubs
Under the silent watch of the Phone Sex Tower
There lies the Oracle of the Pond.
I had several questions for the Oracle. "Oracle, am I a freak for having both a Pirate and a Librarian fetish? I mean, is that weird?"
The Oracle had no answer.
I tried another question: "Oracle, does it make me a bad person that when I met a Dominatrix, the first thought that crosses my mind is how sweet it would be to hear them beg for my cock?"
The Oracle was silent again.
That didn't discourage me. "Hey Oracle, I see all these doms becoming masters of rope, spanking, photography and so forth, but my skill is writing. Their skills make submissives strip off their clothes and join in. My skill makes women masturbate while I'm not there. Did I pick the wrong hobby?"
The Oracle answered.
"Thanks Oracle! I think you're right. Writing turns the mundane into the sexy. Their skills require a partner where as I can take something as dull as a walk to the grocery store into something sexy. That's too important to worry about how much tit and ass I get out of it. You're so wise."
I left the Oracle a little smarter and a lot hornier.
Past where the right thinking people live,
Through the part where you have to click Whole Post,
Into the pubic hair like shrubs
Under the silent watch of the Phone Sex Tower
There lies the Oracle of the Pond.
I had several questions for the Oracle. "Oracle, am I a freak for having both a Pirate and a Librarian fetish? I mean, is that weird?"
The Oracle had no answer.
I tried another question: "Oracle, does it make me a bad person that when I met a Dominatrix, the first thought that crosses my mind is how sweet it would be to hear them beg for my cock?"
The Oracle was silent again.
That didn't discourage me. "Hey Oracle, I see all these doms becoming masters of rope, spanking, photography and so forth, but my skill is writing. Their skills make submissives strip off their clothes and join in. My skill makes women masturbate while I'm not there. Did I pick the wrong hobby?"
The Oracle answered.
"Thanks Oracle! I think you're right. Writing turns the mundane into the sexy. Their skills require a partner where as I can take something as dull as a walk to the grocery store into something sexy. That's too important to worry about how much tit and ass I get out of it. You're so wise."
I left the Oracle a little smarter and a lot hornier.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Two
“This is worse than pledge week,” Cassie said. The airport was a chaotic mess of flesh, suitcases and designer T-shirts. Hundreds of impatient kids were all in a hurry to get to taxis, beaches and hotels, but no one knew where the fuck he was going. People bounced off one another, screaming at the top of their lungs for some sort of direction. Cassie shuddered to think of what these people would be like once they had a few — or a lot of — beers in them.
Outside the terminal, Cassie looked for her ride. For one brief moment, she worried that maybe they wouldn’t be waiting here for her. Maybe it was all one big joke that some asshole played on wannabe submissives like herself. This thought didn’t come from an overly pessimistic worldview; rather, it was a reaction to the idea that there were people in the world as eager as she was to be as kinky.
A huge weight lifted from her shoulders as she saw the sign, a simple white board with her name on it. A woman was holding it up. The weight was replaced with a delicious shiver. Having her name there for everyone to see made her feel that she really was a submissive, not just a girl with a sore wrist and a secret library.
The only thing that bothered her was that there were other names on the list: Danielle, Melinda and Alisha. Cassie had known she wasn’t going to be the only person coming, but somehow she had hoped she was.
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Cassie wondered which one was holding up the board. The woman was a tall brunette wearing a red one-piece swimsuit. Her hair was tied into a long braid that swung down her back as she turned her head. She wore black sunglasses that covered her face like a blindfold.
“Hi, I’m Cassie.”
The woman lowered her sign. “Welcome to Cancun. You’re the last to arrive. My name is Julia.”
Cassie scanned the sign and confirmed that Julia’s name wasn’t listed.
“Is there a problem?” Julia asked.
Cassie straightened her back and lowered her chin just as the submissives did in stories she had read. “No, ma’am.”
“Good, fall in line, and let’s go,” Julia said.
Cassie looked where Julia was pointing and saw three other girls standing nervously. In the raucous crowd of carefree students on spring break, the tense, stiff girls stood out like geeks at a frat party. Cassie brought her bag with her and joined the line that was already following Julia to the parking lot. Instead of enjoying the beauty of the Caribbean sun, Cassie stole looks at her fellow submissives.
In front was a beautiful blonde wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Men might have noticed her slender body or her long, perfect hair that must have taken an hour to get right, but what Cassie noticed were her clothes. Her shoes were adorable white Cole-Haans, her sundress existed only in catalogs Cassie couldn’t afford to browse, much less buy from, and her shoulder bag was a Gucci. If BDSM took place at a chateau, Cassie had a feeling this girl had grown up in one.
The next girl in line was a brunette with very stylish short hair. Her arms rippled with muscles, and her thighs were equally defined. She wore a plain white tank top and shorts of a streamlined style that Cassie suspected the girl needed for marathons. She kept walking faster than the line permitted, and Cassie could tell she was becoming frustrated with the others’ slow pace.
The girl in front of Cassie was African American, wearing khaki shorts and a T-shirt that listed 13 ways a Mac was sexier than a PC. Cassie couldn’t believe her eyes. She had never read a story with an African-American submissive, and she was finding it a little hard to comprehend. Didn’t African-Americans hate BDSM because of slavery? What was it like being in a minority and also embracing a lifestyle that everyone thought of as deviant? Cassie was dying to ask the girl questions, but she was afraid of coming across as a bigot or something. The girl carried her bag in one hand and snapped pictures with a digital camera in the other.
She forgot all about the girls in line when she saw him. He was the dom, she just knew it. He was leaning against a car, his arms crossed as though the world was ten minutes late just to annoy him. His blue polo shirt and baggy khaki shorts screamed “tourist,” but his confident smile was more like that of a pirate coming in for shore leave. The one thing that struck her as odd was his hair. It was a black mess of curls that looked as though it had never seen a brush. Cassie had thought all doms were immaculate metrosexuals.
When Julia came near him, he slipped his arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a brief kiss, but you could see the affection in his eyes. It was only then that Cassie noticed the wedding rings on both of their hands.
“Hello, ladies,” the man said. “My name is Kevin, and you’ve already met Julia.”
“Hello,” the girls managed to mumble. Cassie was surprised that even the blonde seemed suddenly shy.
“I see that you’re a little nervous,” Kevin said. “That’s OK. Before we go any further, I want you to know that arrangements have been made for a hotel room in case you decide to leave. It’s not the greatest room, and you would all have to share, but it’s available as a place to stay if you decide to chicken out.”
Kevin paused, and none of the girls said anything. Cassie didn’t know what they were thinking, but the thought of an escape option filled her with dread. If the girls were free to leave, did that also mean Kevin was free to kick them out?
“Julia, put their bags in the trunk,” Kevin said. He opened the back door to the car like a chauffeur. “Ladies, please get in the back seat. Don’t worry about the lack of room; just squeeze right in. Oh, and tell me your names as you get in, please.”
The blonde was first. She handed her bag to Julia as though she were a servant and offered her hand to Kevin. To Cassie’s surprise, Kevin shook it.
“Danielle Sullivan,” she said. “I promise to be the best submissive you have ever met.”
“You will be, Danielle, or you will pay for your false advertising.” Kevin’s smile seemed so cheerful that Cassie wasn’t sure whether that was a threat.
“My name is Melinda,” the brunette said, “I don’t make any promises, but I will do my best.”
Kevin nodded. “Your best is a good place to start.”
“My name is Alisha,” the black girl said. “But my blog name is Dark Plaything. Either works for me.”
“Let’s see what names I come up with for you this week,” Kevin said.
Cassie tried to think of something clever to say, but her mind was completely blank. Shaking his hand as Danielle had seemed wrong, yet she felt a need to show respect. She lowered her head as she had seen in slave pictures and simply said, “Cassie.”
Kevin reached for her chin and lifted her head up to face him. “Hello, Cassie. Look at me when you talk to me, OK?”
She wanted to say, ‘Yes, master’ or ‘Yes, sir,’ or any of a dozen elegant responses. Instead, all she could do was nod.
“Good, now squeeze in with your housemates.”
It was a tight fit. Cassie’s round butt did not help the situation any. She could hear Danielle groaning next to the other car door as the girls compacted to make room. It made Cassie terribly self-conscious about her weight, but somehow she couldn’t summon the usual shame. She had just met Kevin, and he had touched her! Her mind was racing with the pornographic possibilities of what would happen next.
To Cassie’s surprise, Kevin got in the front passenger seat while Julia drove. All of her boyfriends had insisted on driving as if it were some sort of machismo thing. Kevin, though, seemed content to sit while his sub drove. Cassie reasoned that maybe he didn’t feel a need to prove his masculinity.
As if he were reading her mind, Kevin half-turned in his seat to look at the girls. Cassie blushed and hoped he couldn’t tell what she was thinking by some sort of body language. What she couldn’t understand was why the other girls were blushing, too.
“All right, girls,” he began, “while Julia drives us through scenic Cancun, let me explain the rules of the house. Pay close attention because breaking the rules will result in corrections, and my corrections are not the kind you will secretly crave.”
“First, this is my vacation, so do not give me any drama. If you annoy me, I will ask you to leave, and you will not be invited back.”
“Second, you must do as I say as long as it does not cause you harm. If I tell you to go dive in a pool, and you can’t swim, then you can refuse and tell me why. Other than that, though, I expect a high level of obedience. I’m your dom, not your boyfriend.”
“With that in mind, I would like for all of you to take off your shirts and any bras you may be wearing.”
Cassie looked out the window. They were stopped at a traffic light, and crowds of vacationing students were standing around. The car windows weren’t tinted, and being up against the door as she was, she knew that anyone could clearly see her.
“No problem, sir,” Melinda said. She pulled her shirt off to reveal a white sports bra. She reached behind her to take the bra off and ended up elbowing Alisha and Cassie beside her.
“That’s what I like to see,” Kevin said.
Oh, that couldn’t do. Cassie whipped her shirt off next. Danielle and Alisha followed her lead, tossing their shirts to the floor of the car. Danielle wasn’t wearing a bra, so she didn’t have to do any of the cramped contortionist acts that the other girls did. Cassie instantly disliked Danielle’s smug look when she was topless first.
Cassie had her own problems, though. She twisted toward the window to reach her bra hook and looked out at a group of guys standing on the corner. Their eyes bulged as they took in her well-filled-out white bra. She hesitated in removing it, and the guys started to chant. Their cries for her to take it off were humiliating, but she unclasped it anyway. She put her hands in front of her breasts to cover them as the bra fell away. Mercifully, the light changed, and Julia drove away from the boys.
“Cassie, no hiding,” Kevin said.
She nodded and removed her hands. She could feel Alisha’s breasts pressing against hers in the cramped backseat. The girls kept shifting, trying to find a way to sit comfortably, but all it was doing was making them aware of how much bare flesh was touching other flesh.
“Let’s continue,” Kevin said. “The third rule is that everyone must do her job. The beach house we rented is on the large side, and we declined the maid-service option. You’ll be our maids for the week. We’ll work up a schedule and assign jobs to each of you. Enjoy your service, ladies; there will be rewards for those who do the best.”
Cassie shivered at what those rewards could be.
“Fourth rule is no other boys or girls. I know there are a lot of hot people here but let’s keep it in house. Behave well, and you’ll get more sex than you can handle.”
The car stopped at another traffic light. Kevin looked at the packed streets and then turned back to the girls. “Let’s get those pants off now. In fact, I want you completely nude.”
Oh, God, Cassie thought. There was a guy standing literally a foot away from her window. He had already taken a step back to get a better look at her tits. What would he do when he saw her taking off her pants?
This time it was Alisha who acted first. She lifted her hips and unbuttoned her shorts. It started a chain reaction as the other girls rose to do the same. Whatever hesitation Cassie had was lost as she rushed to keep up with the other girls. She did not want Kevin to think she was the most reluctant.
The four girls writhed and squirmed as they struggled with their clothes. First came the shorts, slipping off their bottoms and down their legs — and then stopping at the shoes they’d all forgotten to take off. Shoes bounced along the floorboards, followed quickly by discarded shorts.
Underneath, all four girls wore the bright-red thongs that had come with their acceptance letters. Cassie felt an unexpected surge of arousal at the sight of the other thongs. For a brief moment, she lost that feeling of competition and instead felt kinship with her fellow submissives. They had all answered the ad, filled out the questionnaire and masturbated like crazy on the plane. Just like she had.
Danielle wiggled out of her thong first, but Cassie felt that had more to do with her being so damn thin than eagerness. Melinda tossed hers off next, while Cassie and Alisha got their thongs down their curvy asses last.
Cassie glanced out the window to see that the guy outside had his camera out! Her face burned bright red as he snapped more photos of the naked girls inside. When Julia pulled the car away, the guy actually waved!
“Are we going to get arrested?” Danielle asked. “My dad would just die!”
Kevin laughed. “Being totally nude is frowned upon here, but usually tolerated. Spring break makes too much money for the police to harass tourists. Besides, this week I want you more afraid of me than your father.”
It was Danielle’s turn to blush. “Right, sorry.”
“Where was I?” Kevin said.
“Fifth rule,” Julia said.
“Oh, yes,” Kevin replied. “No bitch-fighting. You ladies don’t have to be friends, but you’re going to be spending a lot of time together, and I am not a goddamn referee. This isn’t a reality show; you don’t get any extra time for fighting. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” the girls said together, except for Cassie who still couldn’t quite find her voice. She nodded when Kevin looked at her.
“Well, that was half-hearted,” Kevin said. Julia laughed. “Let’s see what we can do about that. Danielle, with your right hand reach between Melinda’s thighs and stroke her cunt.”
“Seriously?” Danielle asked.
Kevin’s smiling eyes darkened in the space of an eye blink. “Yes, seriously.”
Alisha let out a breath that sounded like a gasp. Cassie knew exactly how she felt. The coldness with which he said that was like a vibrator to her libido. She felt an instant dampening between her thighs.
Danielle looked at Melinda almost in apology and then placed a hand on the other girl’s cunt. Melinda swallowed hard as Danielle’s fingers nestled between her lips. She must not have hated it too much, for she spread her thighs as far as she could in the cramped space to give Danielle room.
“There we go,” Kevin said. “Now, Melinda, reach to your right and stroke Alisha’s cunt. Alisha, I want you to stroke both Melinda and Cassie. Cassie, return the favor and stroke Alisha’s cunt.”
Cassie shuddered as Alisha’s hand moved between her thighs. Cassie hiked her leg onto the armrest, and Alisha’s hand went straight to her cunt. A shudder ran through Cassie’s body as feminine fingers not her own touched her clitoris for the first time. What had often been a secret masturbatory fantasy had suddenly become reality.
Cassie’s hand reached for Alisha’s cunt only to find that Melinda’s hand was already there. Their fingers danced over each other as they tried to serve their purpose. Silently, they divided Alisha’s cunt. Cassie was given the clit while Melinda’s probing fingers explored the pussy lips. By the quaking of Alisha’s thighs, Cassie could tell Alisha approved of their division. This was reinforced by Alisha’s faster pace in stroking Cassie.
“What about me?” Danielle asked.
Kevin laughed. “Aren’t you a greedy slut? I should make you go without for questioning my order, but instead I’ll let you consider that your first and only warning. Would you like a hand on your cunt?”
“Yes, please,” Danielle said.
“Melinda, left hand on Danielle’s cunt.”
“Yes, sir,” Melinda said.
“Good,” Kevin said. “Is everyone comfortable? I see that Danielle and Cassie have a hand free. Ladies, go ahead and use that hand to finger yourself. Or better yet, show the hand already on your cunt how you like it.”
Cassie heard one of the girls giggle, but she wasn’t sure which one. It was infectious and made her want to giggle, too. Or maybe it was just the incredibly naughty suggestion of showing another girl how she liked to be stroked. It was this lightheartedness that gave her the courage to do just that. She reached for Alisha’s hand, which had been doing a good job on its own, and slowed down the pace. Her hand overlapping Alisha’s, together they stroked her cunt lips with just the right rhythm: slow on the way down, fast on the way up.
The smell of pussy filled the car. Cassie wondered if that were what the beach villa was going to smell like. Four wet cunts — five counting Julia — would make everything smell like pussy. It was getting into her skin, her hair and clothes. Cassie was going to smell like wet pussy for days, and she couldn’t explain why the thought of it made her so damn hot. When she realized the smell of cock might be in that mix, she almost climaxed right there.
“Keep stroking, girls,” Kevin said. He kept watching them. His eyes scanned each in turn, focusing on one girl as she moaned, focusing on another as she writhed. When he looked at Cassie, she just couldn’t meet his gaze. She looked down at Alisha’s stroking hand or toward the other girls twisting in their seats. Even looking out the window at a shocked peeping tourist was easier than seeing Kevin look at her while she masturbated. It was just too much intensity for her to handle.
“Harder,” Melinda demanded. Cassie felt Alisha tense as she tried to meet Melinda’s demand. Kevin turned his attention to Melinda, which made Cassie relax enough to lean forward and steal a glance. What she saw just made her squirm in her seat.
Melinda was going to climax. Her eyes were clenched tight, and her teeth were biting down on her pink lip. Melinda’s arms were shaking, and she was stroking her partners faster and harder as if it were her own cunt she was stroking. Danielle’s and Alisha’s fingers were in Melinda’s cunt, penetrating and filling her cunt. Melinda’s thighs kept trying to close and yet stay open at the same time. What fascinated Cassie was how Melinda’s hips were thrusting, trying to meet the fingers inside her as they fucked her.
“Fuck!” Melinda wailed. It was just one word, but she dragged it out for a full ten seconds of orgasmic bliss. Her cry started as a baritone and finished as a soprano. Cassie had never been jealous of an orgasm before.
“Very nice, Melinda,” Kevin said. Now Cassie had another reason to be jealous of that climax. “Everyone stop stroking now.”
A chorus of disappointed groans was his answer.
“Now, now, no pouting,” he said. Judging by his smile, Cassie suspected that he wouldn’t mind a little more pouting. Not that she was going to be the one to test that theory.
“Since you all have rather messy fingers, you should clean them,” he said. “No, Alisha, not on your clothes. Use your mouth. I want each of you to lick your fingers clean.”
There was a moment of hesitation. This time it was Alisha who acted first. She took her left hand, the one that had helped get Melinda off, and slid it right into her mouth. The other girls quickly followed her lead. The smell of pussy was joined now by the sound of sucking mouths.
Cassie licked her right hand first. It was the first time she had ever really tasted herself. She tried to think of descriptions she had read in the past about pussy eating and compare it to what she was tasting. She couldn’t quite describe it to herself, but she had to admit that she could see why her boyfriends never complained about going down on her.
Then she tasted the hand that had been on Alisha. That tasted delicious.
“Here we are,” Julia said. Cassie looked out the window at the gorgeous house. It was two stories and narrow, but it was pure white and glowed in the Caribbean sun. Wide windows surrounded the house and a wide deck faced the ocean. It looked like every other beach place here, but inside, it would have delights undreamed of in any other beach place.
“Come on, girls,” Kevin said. “Get out of the car and line up at the door. And don’t you dare put on any of your clothes.”
Cassie couldn’t believe her ears. She looked out the window and saw people and cars on the street, just 20 feet away. Kevin couldn’t possibly expect them to just walk out in the nude?
“Open the door,” Alisha said beside her. Cassie could tell the other girl was just as nervous as she was, but it was up to Cassie to actually open the door. Not even Danielle had opened her door yet.
“O would already be at the house,” Cassie whispered to herself. She opened the door and stepped out onto the hot driveway. Her concerns about being nude were quickly forgotten as she had to deal with the more pressing problem of sun-baked concrete burning her feet. She ran down the driveway and up the porch steps. Before she could reach for the door, Kevin held his hand up to stop her.
In his hand was a simple steel chain with a tiny padlock. It was a collar!
“Cassie,” Kevin said, “before you step into my house, do you agree to obey all of my rules and submit to my commands to the best of your ability?”
For once, Cassie found her voice. “I do, sir.”
Kevin slipped the chain around her neck and closed the lock. The chain was lighter than she’d expected, but she felt every link. It was her first collar, and if she wore it only for a week, she would remember it for the rest of her life.
“Welcome to my house, Cassie,” Kevin said.
To be continued,
Outside the terminal, Cassie looked for her ride. For one brief moment, she worried that maybe they wouldn’t be waiting here for her. Maybe it was all one big joke that some asshole played on wannabe submissives like herself. This thought didn’t come from an overly pessimistic worldview; rather, it was a reaction to the idea that there were people in the world as eager as she was to be as kinky.
A huge weight lifted from her shoulders as she saw the sign, a simple white board with her name on it. A woman was holding it up. The weight was replaced with a delicious shiver. Having her name there for everyone to see made her feel that she really was a submissive, not just a girl with a sore wrist and a secret library.
The only thing that bothered her was that there were other names on the list: Danielle, Melinda and Alisha. Cassie had known she wasn’t going to be the only person coming, but somehow she had hoped she was.
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Cassie wondered which one was holding up the board. The woman was a tall brunette wearing a red one-piece swimsuit. Her hair was tied into a long braid that swung down her back as she turned her head. She wore black sunglasses that covered her face like a blindfold.
“Hi, I’m Cassie.”
The woman lowered her sign. “Welcome to Cancun. You’re the last to arrive. My name is Julia.”
Cassie scanned the sign and confirmed that Julia’s name wasn’t listed.
“Is there a problem?” Julia asked.
Cassie straightened her back and lowered her chin just as the submissives did in stories she had read. “No, ma’am.”
“Good, fall in line, and let’s go,” Julia said.
Cassie looked where Julia was pointing and saw three other girls standing nervously. In the raucous crowd of carefree students on spring break, the tense, stiff girls stood out like geeks at a frat party. Cassie brought her bag with her and joined the line that was already following Julia to the parking lot. Instead of enjoying the beauty of the Caribbean sun, Cassie stole looks at her fellow submissives.
In front was a beautiful blonde wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Men might have noticed her slender body or her long, perfect hair that must have taken an hour to get right, but what Cassie noticed were her clothes. Her shoes were adorable white Cole-Haans, her sundress existed only in catalogs Cassie couldn’t afford to browse, much less buy from, and her shoulder bag was a Gucci. If BDSM took place at a chateau, Cassie had a feeling this girl had grown up in one.
The next girl in line was a brunette with very stylish short hair. Her arms rippled with muscles, and her thighs were equally defined. She wore a plain white tank top and shorts of a streamlined style that Cassie suspected the girl needed for marathons. She kept walking faster than the line permitted, and Cassie could tell she was becoming frustrated with the others’ slow pace.
The girl in front of Cassie was African American, wearing khaki shorts and a T-shirt that listed 13 ways a Mac was sexier than a PC. Cassie couldn’t believe her eyes. She had never read a story with an African-American submissive, and she was finding it a little hard to comprehend. Didn’t African-Americans hate BDSM because of slavery? What was it like being in a minority and also embracing a lifestyle that everyone thought of as deviant? Cassie was dying to ask the girl questions, but she was afraid of coming across as a bigot or something. The girl carried her bag in one hand and snapped pictures with a digital camera in the other.
She forgot all about the girls in line when she saw him. He was the dom, she just knew it. He was leaning against a car, his arms crossed as though the world was ten minutes late just to annoy him. His blue polo shirt and baggy khaki shorts screamed “tourist,” but his confident smile was more like that of a pirate coming in for shore leave. The one thing that struck her as odd was his hair. It was a black mess of curls that looked as though it had never seen a brush. Cassie had thought all doms were immaculate metrosexuals.
When Julia came near him, he slipped his arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a brief kiss, but you could see the affection in his eyes. It was only then that Cassie noticed the wedding rings on both of their hands.
“Hello, ladies,” the man said. “My name is Kevin, and you’ve already met Julia.”
“Hello,” the girls managed to mumble. Cassie was surprised that even the blonde seemed suddenly shy.
“I see that you’re a little nervous,” Kevin said. “That’s OK. Before we go any further, I want you to know that arrangements have been made for a hotel room in case you decide to leave. It’s not the greatest room, and you would all have to share, but it’s available as a place to stay if you decide to chicken out.”
Kevin paused, and none of the girls said anything. Cassie didn’t know what they were thinking, but the thought of an escape option filled her with dread. If the girls were free to leave, did that also mean Kevin was free to kick them out?
“Julia, put their bags in the trunk,” Kevin said. He opened the back door to the car like a chauffeur. “Ladies, please get in the back seat. Don’t worry about the lack of room; just squeeze right in. Oh, and tell me your names as you get in, please.”
The blonde was first. She handed her bag to Julia as though she were a servant and offered her hand to Kevin. To Cassie’s surprise, Kevin shook it.
“Danielle Sullivan,” she said. “I promise to be the best submissive you have ever met.”
“You will be, Danielle, or you will pay for your false advertising.” Kevin’s smile seemed so cheerful that Cassie wasn’t sure whether that was a threat.
“My name is Melinda,” the brunette said, “I don’t make any promises, but I will do my best.”
Kevin nodded. “Your best is a good place to start.”
“My name is Alisha,” the black girl said. “But my blog name is Dark Plaything. Either works for me.”
“Let’s see what names I come up with for you this week,” Kevin said.
Cassie tried to think of something clever to say, but her mind was completely blank. Shaking his hand as Danielle had seemed wrong, yet she felt a need to show respect. She lowered her head as she had seen in slave pictures and simply said, “Cassie.”
Kevin reached for her chin and lifted her head up to face him. “Hello, Cassie. Look at me when you talk to me, OK?”
She wanted to say, ‘Yes, master’ or ‘Yes, sir,’ or any of a dozen elegant responses. Instead, all she could do was nod.
“Good, now squeeze in with your housemates.”
It was a tight fit. Cassie’s round butt did not help the situation any. She could hear Danielle groaning next to the other car door as the girls compacted to make room. It made Cassie terribly self-conscious about her weight, but somehow she couldn’t summon the usual shame. She had just met Kevin, and he had touched her! Her mind was racing with the pornographic possibilities of what would happen next.
To Cassie’s surprise, Kevin got in the front passenger seat while Julia drove. All of her boyfriends had insisted on driving as if it were some sort of machismo thing. Kevin, though, seemed content to sit while his sub drove. Cassie reasoned that maybe he didn’t feel a need to prove his masculinity.
As if he were reading her mind, Kevin half-turned in his seat to look at the girls. Cassie blushed and hoped he couldn’t tell what she was thinking by some sort of body language. What she couldn’t understand was why the other girls were blushing, too.
“All right, girls,” he began, “while Julia drives us through scenic Cancun, let me explain the rules of the house. Pay close attention because breaking the rules will result in corrections, and my corrections are not the kind you will secretly crave.”
“First, this is my vacation, so do not give me any drama. If you annoy me, I will ask you to leave, and you will not be invited back.”
“Second, you must do as I say as long as it does not cause you harm. If I tell you to go dive in a pool, and you can’t swim, then you can refuse and tell me why. Other than that, though, I expect a high level of obedience. I’m your dom, not your boyfriend.”
“With that in mind, I would like for all of you to take off your shirts and any bras you may be wearing.”
Cassie looked out the window. They were stopped at a traffic light, and crowds of vacationing students were standing around. The car windows weren’t tinted, and being up against the door as she was, she knew that anyone could clearly see her.
“No problem, sir,” Melinda said. She pulled her shirt off to reveal a white sports bra. She reached behind her to take the bra off and ended up elbowing Alisha and Cassie beside her.
“That’s what I like to see,” Kevin said.
Oh, that couldn’t do. Cassie whipped her shirt off next. Danielle and Alisha followed her lead, tossing their shirts to the floor of the car. Danielle wasn’t wearing a bra, so she didn’t have to do any of the cramped contortionist acts that the other girls did. Cassie instantly disliked Danielle’s smug look when she was topless first.
Cassie had her own problems, though. She twisted toward the window to reach her bra hook and looked out at a group of guys standing on the corner. Their eyes bulged as they took in her well-filled-out white bra. She hesitated in removing it, and the guys started to chant. Their cries for her to take it off were humiliating, but she unclasped it anyway. She put her hands in front of her breasts to cover them as the bra fell away. Mercifully, the light changed, and Julia drove away from the boys.
“Cassie, no hiding,” Kevin said.
She nodded and removed her hands. She could feel Alisha’s breasts pressing against hers in the cramped backseat. The girls kept shifting, trying to find a way to sit comfortably, but all it was doing was making them aware of how much bare flesh was touching other flesh.
“Let’s continue,” Kevin said. “The third rule is that everyone must do her job. The beach house we rented is on the large side, and we declined the maid-service option. You’ll be our maids for the week. We’ll work up a schedule and assign jobs to each of you. Enjoy your service, ladies; there will be rewards for those who do the best.”
Cassie shivered at what those rewards could be.
“Fourth rule is no other boys or girls. I know there are a lot of hot people here but let’s keep it in house. Behave well, and you’ll get more sex than you can handle.”
The car stopped at another traffic light. Kevin looked at the packed streets and then turned back to the girls. “Let’s get those pants off now. In fact, I want you completely nude.”
Oh, God, Cassie thought. There was a guy standing literally a foot away from her window. He had already taken a step back to get a better look at her tits. What would he do when he saw her taking off her pants?
This time it was Alisha who acted first. She lifted her hips and unbuttoned her shorts. It started a chain reaction as the other girls rose to do the same. Whatever hesitation Cassie had was lost as she rushed to keep up with the other girls. She did not want Kevin to think she was the most reluctant.
The four girls writhed and squirmed as they struggled with their clothes. First came the shorts, slipping off their bottoms and down their legs — and then stopping at the shoes they’d all forgotten to take off. Shoes bounced along the floorboards, followed quickly by discarded shorts.
Underneath, all four girls wore the bright-red thongs that had come with their acceptance letters. Cassie felt an unexpected surge of arousal at the sight of the other thongs. For a brief moment, she lost that feeling of competition and instead felt kinship with her fellow submissives. They had all answered the ad, filled out the questionnaire and masturbated like crazy on the plane. Just like she had.
Danielle wiggled out of her thong first, but Cassie felt that had more to do with her being so damn thin than eagerness. Melinda tossed hers off next, while Cassie and Alisha got their thongs down their curvy asses last.
Cassie glanced out the window to see that the guy outside had his camera out! Her face burned bright red as he snapped more photos of the naked girls inside. When Julia pulled the car away, the guy actually waved!
“Are we going to get arrested?” Danielle asked. “My dad would just die!”
Kevin laughed. “Being totally nude is frowned upon here, but usually tolerated. Spring break makes too much money for the police to harass tourists. Besides, this week I want you more afraid of me than your father.”
It was Danielle’s turn to blush. “Right, sorry.”
“Where was I?” Kevin said.
“Fifth rule,” Julia said.
“Oh, yes,” Kevin replied. “No bitch-fighting. You ladies don’t have to be friends, but you’re going to be spending a lot of time together, and I am not a goddamn referee. This isn’t a reality show; you don’t get any extra time for fighting. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” the girls said together, except for Cassie who still couldn’t quite find her voice. She nodded when Kevin looked at her.
“Well, that was half-hearted,” Kevin said. Julia laughed. “Let’s see what we can do about that. Danielle, with your right hand reach between Melinda’s thighs and stroke her cunt.”
“Seriously?” Danielle asked.
Kevin’s smiling eyes darkened in the space of an eye blink. “Yes, seriously.”
Alisha let out a breath that sounded like a gasp. Cassie knew exactly how she felt. The coldness with which he said that was like a vibrator to her libido. She felt an instant dampening between her thighs.
Danielle looked at Melinda almost in apology and then placed a hand on the other girl’s cunt. Melinda swallowed hard as Danielle’s fingers nestled between her lips. She must not have hated it too much, for she spread her thighs as far as she could in the cramped space to give Danielle room.
“There we go,” Kevin said. “Now, Melinda, reach to your right and stroke Alisha’s cunt. Alisha, I want you to stroke both Melinda and Cassie. Cassie, return the favor and stroke Alisha’s cunt.”
Cassie shuddered as Alisha’s hand moved between her thighs. Cassie hiked her leg onto the armrest, and Alisha’s hand went straight to her cunt. A shudder ran through Cassie’s body as feminine fingers not her own touched her clitoris for the first time. What had often been a secret masturbatory fantasy had suddenly become reality.
Cassie’s hand reached for Alisha’s cunt only to find that Melinda’s hand was already there. Their fingers danced over each other as they tried to serve their purpose. Silently, they divided Alisha’s cunt. Cassie was given the clit while Melinda’s probing fingers explored the pussy lips. By the quaking of Alisha’s thighs, Cassie could tell Alisha approved of their division. This was reinforced by Alisha’s faster pace in stroking Cassie.
“What about me?” Danielle asked.
Kevin laughed. “Aren’t you a greedy slut? I should make you go without for questioning my order, but instead I’ll let you consider that your first and only warning. Would you like a hand on your cunt?”
“Yes, please,” Danielle said.
“Melinda, left hand on Danielle’s cunt.”
“Yes, sir,” Melinda said.
“Good,” Kevin said. “Is everyone comfortable? I see that Danielle and Cassie have a hand free. Ladies, go ahead and use that hand to finger yourself. Or better yet, show the hand already on your cunt how you like it.”
Cassie heard one of the girls giggle, but she wasn’t sure which one. It was infectious and made her want to giggle, too. Or maybe it was just the incredibly naughty suggestion of showing another girl how she liked to be stroked. It was this lightheartedness that gave her the courage to do just that. She reached for Alisha’s hand, which had been doing a good job on its own, and slowed down the pace. Her hand overlapping Alisha’s, together they stroked her cunt lips with just the right rhythm: slow on the way down, fast on the way up.
The smell of pussy filled the car. Cassie wondered if that were what the beach villa was going to smell like. Four wet cunts — five counting Julia — would make everything smell like pussy. It was getting into her skin, her hair and clothes. Cassie was going to smell like wet pussy for days, and she couldn’t explain why the thought of it made her so damn hot. When she realized the smell of cock might be in that mix, she almost climaxed right there.
“Keep stroking, girls,” Kevin said. He kept watching them. His eyes scanned each in turn, focusing on one girl as she moaned, focusing on another as she writhed. When he looked at Cassie, she just couldn’t meet his gaze. She looked down at Alisha’s stroking hand or toward the other girls twisting in their seats. Even looking out the window at a shocked peeping tourist was easier than seeing Kevin look at her while she masturbated. It was just too much intensity for her to handle.
“Harder,” Melinda demanded. Cassie felt Alisha tense as she tried to meet Melinda’s demand. Kevin turned his attention to Melinda, which made Cassie relax enough to lean forward and steal a glance. What she saw just made her squirm in her seat.
Melinda was going to climax. Her eyes were clenched tight, and her teeth were biting down on her pink lip. Melinda’s arms were shaking, and she was stroking her partners faster and harder as if it were her own cunt she was stroking. Danielle’s and Alisha’s fingers were in Melinda’s cunt, penetrating and filling her cunt. Melinda’s thighs kept trying to close and yet stay open at the same time. What fascinated Cassie was how Melinda’s hips were thrusting, trying to meet the fingers inside her as they fucked her.
“Fuck!” Melinda wailed. It was just one word, but she dragged it out for a full ten seconds of orgasmic bliss. Her cry started as a baritone and finished as a soprano. Cassie had never been jealous of an orgasm before.
“Very nice, Melinda,” Kevin said. Now Cassie had another reason to be jealous of that climax. “Everyone stop stroking now.”
A chorus of disappointed groans was his answer.
“Now, now, no pouting,” he said. Judging by his smile, Cassie suspected that he wouldn’t mind a little more pouting. Not that she was going to be the one to test that theory.
“Since you all have rather messy fingers, you should clean them,” he said. “No, Alisha, not on your clothes. Use your mouth. I want each of you to lick your fingers clean.”
There was a moment of hesitation. This time it was Alisha who acted first. She took her left hand, the one that had helped get Melinda off, and slid it right into her mouth. The other girls quickly followed her lead. The smell of pussy was joined now by the sound of sucking mouths.
Cassie licked her right hand first. It was the first time she had ever really tasted herself. She tried to think of descriptions she had read in the past about pussy eating and compare it to what she was tasting. She couldn’t quite describe it to herself, but she had to admit that she could see why her boyfriends never complained about going down on her.
Then she tasted the hand that had been on Alisha. That tasted delicious.
“Here we are,” Julia said. Cassie looked out the window at the gorgeous house. It was two stories and narrow, but it was pure white and glowed in the Caribbean sun. Wide windows surrounded the house and a wide deck faced the ocean. It looked like every other beach place here, but inside, it would have delights undreamed of in any other beach place.
“Come on, girls,” Kevin said. “Get out of the car and line up at the door. And don’t you dare put on any of your clothes.”
Cassie couldn’t believe her ears. She looked out the window and saw people and cars on the street, just 20 feet away. Kevin couldn’t possibly expect them to just walk out in the nude?
“Open the door,” Alisha said beside her. Cassie could tell the other girl was just as nervous as she was, but it was up to Cassie to actually open the door. Not even Danielle had opened her door yet.
“O would already be at the house,” Cassie whispered to herself. She opened the door and stepped out onto the hot driveway. Her concerns about being nude were quickly forgotten as she had to deal with the more pressing problem of sun-baked concrete burning her feet. She ran down the driveway and up the porch steps. Before she could reach for the door, Kevin held his hand up to stop her.
In his hand was a simple steel chain with a tiny padlock. It was a collar!
“Cassie,” Kevin said, “before you step into my house, do you agree to obey all of my rules and submit to my commands to the best of your ability?”
For once, Cassie found her voice. “I do, sir.”
Kevin slipped the chain around her neck and closed the lock. The chain was lighter than she’d expected, but she felt every link. It was her first collar, and if she wore it only for a week, she would remember it for the rest of her life.
“Welcome to my house, Cassie,” Kevin said.
To be continued,
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